Fear none of this: I think, you know, my fortunes To have you royally appointed, as if The scene, you play, were mine. For inftance, fir, That you may know you shall not want; one word[They talk afide. SCENE X. Enter Autolycus. AUT. Ha, ha, what a fool honesty is! and truft, his fworn brother, a very fimple gentleman! I have fold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glass, pomander, browch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fafting; they throng who fhould buy firft, as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer; by which means, I faw whofe purfe was beft in picture; and what I faw, to my good use, I remember'd. My good clown, who wants but fomething to be a reasonable man, grew fo in love with the wenches' fong, that he would not ftir his pettitoes 'till he had both tune and words; which fo drew the reft of the herd to me, that all their other fenfes stuck in ears; you might have pinch'd a placket, it was fenfelefs; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a purfe; I would have filed keys off, that hung in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my fir's fong, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy, I pick'd and cut out most of their festival purfes: and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the king's fon, and fear'd my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army. [Camillo, Florizel, and Perdita come forward. CAM. Nay; but my letters by this means being there, So foon as you arrive, fhall clear that doubt. FLO. And those that you'll procure from king Leontes CAM. Shall fatisfy your father. PER. Happy be you? All that you speak fhews fair. CAM. Who have we here? We'll make an inftrument of this; omit Nothing may give us aid. ing. [Seeing Autolycus. -why hang [Afide. AUT. If they have over-heard me now,' CAM. How now, good fellow, Why fhak'st thou fo? fear not, man, Here's no harm intended to thee. AUT. I am a poor fellow, fir. CAM. Why, be so still; here's nobody will steal that from thee; yet for the outfide of thy poverty, we must make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly, thou must think, there's neceffity in't and change garments with this gentleman: tho' the pennyworth, on his fide, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's fome boot. AUT. I am a poor fellow, fir;-I know ye well enough. [Afide. CAM. Nay, pr'ythee, dispatch: the gentleman is half flay'd already. AUT. Are you are in earneft, Sir?-I smell the trick on't. FLO. Difpatch, I pr'ythee. [Afide. AUT. Indeed, I have had earnest, but I cannot with confcience take it. CAM. Unbuckle, unbuckle. Fortunate miftrefs!-let my prophecy Come home to ye,-you must retire yourself Into fome covert; take your sweet-heart's hat, PER. I fee, the play fo lies, That I must bear a part. CAM. No remedy Have you done there? FLO. Should I now meet my father, He would not call me fon. CAM. Nay, you shall have no hat: Come, lady, come.-Farewel, my friend. AUT. Adieu, Sir. FLO. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot? CAM. What I do next, fhall be to tell the king FLO. Fortune speed us! Thus we fet on, Camillo, to th' fea-fide. [Afide. [Exeunt Florizel with Perdita, CAM. The fwifter speed, the better. [Exit. SCENE XI. AUT. I understand the bufinefs, I hear it: to have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is necessary for a cut-purfe; a good nose is requifite also, to smell out work for th' other fenfes. I fee, this is the time that the unjust man do h thrive. What an exchange had this been, without boot? what a boot is here, with this exchange? fure, the gods do this year connive at us, and we may do any thing extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of iniquity; ftealing away from his father, with his clog at his heels. If I thought it were not a piece of honesty to ac quaint the king withal, I would do't; I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I conftant to my profeffion. Enter Clown and Shepherd. Afide, afide, here's more matter for a hot brain; every lane's end, every shop, church, feffion, hanging, yields a careful man work. CLO. See, fee; what a man you are now! there is no other way, but to tell the king she's a changeling, and none of your flesh and blood. SHEP. Nay, but hear me, CLO. Nay, but hear me. SHEP. Go to then. CLO. She being none of your flefh and blood, your fefh and blood has not offended the king; and, fo your flesh and blood is not to be punish'd by him. Shew those things you found about her, those secret things, all but what she has with her; this being done, let the law go whistle; I war rant you. SHEP. I will tell the king all, every word; yea and his fon's pranks too; who, I may fay, is no honest man neither to his father, nor to me, to go about to make me the king's brother-in-law. CLO. Indeed, brother-in-law was the fartheft off you could have been to him; and then your blood had been the dearer by I know how much an an ounce. AUT. Very wisely, puppies! [Afide. SHEP. Well; let us to the king; there is that in this farthel will make him scratch his beard. AUT. I know not, what impediment this complaint may be to the flight of my master. CLO. 'Pray heartily, he be at the palace. AUT. Tho' I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance. Let me pocket up my pedler's excrement.→→ How now, rufticks, whither are you bound? SHEP To th' palace, an it like your worship. AUT. Your affairs there,-what? with whom? the condition of that farthel? the place of your dwelling? your names? your age? of what having, breeding, and any thing that is fitting for to be known, discover. CLO. We are but plain fellows, Sir. AUT. Alie; you are rough and hairy; let me have no lying; it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us foldiers the lye; but we pay them for it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel, therefore they do not give us the lye. CLO. Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the manner. SHEP. Are you a courtier, an like you, fir? AUT. Whether it like me, or no, I am a courtier. Seeft thou not the air of the court in these unfoldings? hath not my gaite in it the measure of the court? receives not thy nofe court-odour from me? reflect I not, on thy baseness?court contempt. Think'ft thou, for that I infinuate, or toze from thee thy bufinefs, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier, Cap-a-pè; and one that will either push on, er |