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But undergo this flight ;-Make for Sicilia ;
Sent by the king your father
I am bound to you:
A course more promising
One of these is true:
Yea, say you so ?
My good Camillo,
I cannot say, 'tis pity
Your pardon, sir, for this ;
Flo. My prettiest Perdita.
[They talk aside.
Aut. Ha, ha! what a fool honesty is! and trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all my trumpery ; not a counterfeit stone, not a riband,
? But not take in the mind.] To take in anciently meant to conquer, to get the better of.
+ “ She is i'the rear our birth.” Malone.
glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fasting : they throng who should buy first; as if my trinkets had been hallowed, and brought a benediction to the buyer : by which means, I saw whose purse was best in picture; and, what I saw, to my good use, I remembered. My clown, (who wants but something to be a reasonable man,) grew so in love with the wenches' song, that he would not stir his pettitoes, till he had both tune and words; which so drew the rest of the herd to me, that all their other senses stuck in ears : you might have pinched a placket, it was senseless ; 'twas nothing, to geld a codpiece of a purse; I would have filed keys off, that hung in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir's song, and admiring the nothing of it. So that, in this time of lethargy, I picked and cut most of their festival purses : and had not the old man come in with a whoobub against his daughter and the king's son, and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army.
[CAMILLO, FLORIZEL, and PERDITA, come
Happy be you!
Who have we here?
[Seeing AUTOLYCUS. We'll make an instrument of this ; omit Nothing, may give us aid.
pomander,] A pomander was a little ball made of perfumes and worn in the pocket, or about the neck, to prevent infection in times of plague.
Aut. If they have overheard me now,—why hanging.
[A side. Cam. How now, good fellow ? why shakest thou so ? Fear not, man; here's no harm intended to thee.
Aut. I am a poor fellow, sir.
Cam. Why, be so still; here's nobody will steal that from thee: Yet, for the outside of thy poverty, we must make an exchange ; therefore, discase thee instantly, (thou must think, there's necessity in't,) and change garments with this gentleman : Though the pennyworth, on his side, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some boot“.
Aut. I am a poor fellow, sir: -I know ye well enough.
[Aside. Cam. Nay, pr’ythee, despatch : the gentleman is half flayed already".
Aut. Are you in earnest, sir ?-I smell the trick of it.
[Aside. Flo. Despatch, I pr’ythee.
Aut. Indeed, I have had earnest ; but I cannot with conscience take it. Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.
[Flo. and AutoL. exchange garments.
I see, the play so lies,
boot.] That is, something over and above ; or, as we now say, something to boot.
is half flayed already.) i. e. half stripped already.
Should I now meet my father,
Nay, you shall have
Aut. Adieu, sir.
Flo. O, Perdita, what have we twain forgot? Pray you, a word.
[They converse apart.
Fortune speed us ! -
[Exeunt FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and CAMILLO. Aut. I understand the business, I hear it: To have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is necessary for a cut-purse ; a good nose is requisite also, to smell out work for the other senses.
I see, this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive. What an exchange had this been, without boot? what a boot is here, with this exchange? Sure, the gods do this year connive at us, and we may do any thing extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of iniquity ; stealing away from his father, with his clog at his heels : If I thought it were not a piece of honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would + do't: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it: and therein am I constant to my profession.
what have we twain forgot ?] This is one of our author's dramatick expedients to introduce a conversation apart, account for a sudden exit, &c. So, in The Merry Wives of Windsor, Dr. Caius suddenly exclaims - Q’ay j'oublié ?—and Mrs. Quickly — “ Out upon't! what have I forgot?” STEEVENS.
† “ If I thought it were a piece of honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not do't.” Malone.