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Cam. A course more promising
Per. One of these is true :
Cam. Yea, say you so ?
Flo. My good Camillo,
Cam. I cannot say, 'tis Pity
Per. Your pardon, Sir, for this:
Flo. My prettiest Perdita
Cam. My Lord,
They talk afde.
S CE N E
Enter Autolycus. 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 ribbon, glass, pomander, browch, table-hook, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-tye, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my Pack from fasting: they throng who should buy firit, 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 remember'd. My good Clown, who wants but something to be a reasonable man, grew so in love with the wenches' song, that he would not ftir 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 pinch’d 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 pick'd and cut most of their festival purses : and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the King's son, and scar’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 soon as you arrive, shall clear that Doubt.
Flo. And those that you'll procure from King Leontes
Cam. Shall satisfy your father.
Per. Happy be you!
Cam. Who have we here? [Seeing Autolycus.
• This alludes to beads often particularly efficacious by the fold by the Romanists, as made touch of some relick.
We'll make an instrument of this ; omit
Aut. If they have overheard me now, why hanging.
Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir.
Cam. Why, be so still; here's no body will steal that from thee ; yet for the outside of thy poverty, we must make an exchange: therefore discase thee inftantly, thou must think, there's necessity in't, and change garments with this gentleman : tho' the pennyworth, on his fide, be the worst, yet hold thee, there's some * boot.
Aut. I am a poor fellow, Sir 3-I know ye well enough.
[ Aside. Cam. Nay, pr’ythee, dispatch : the gentleman is half Alead already.
Aut. Are you in earnest, Sir ?-I smell the trick on't.
[-sfide. Flo. Dispatch, 1 pr’ythee.
Aut. Indeed, I have had Earnest, but I cannot with conscience take it.
Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.
Per. I see, the Play so lies,
Cam. No remedy
* Boot, that is, something over and above, or, as we now say, something to boot. Vol. II.
Have you done there?
Flo. Should I now meet my father, He would not call me son.
Cam. Nay, you shall have no hat: Come, Lady, come. Farewel, my friend.
Aut. Adieu, Sir.
Flo. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot?
Flo. Fortune speed us !
[Exit Flor, with Per. Cam. The swifter speed, the better. [Exit.
SCENE XI. Aut. I understand the business, I hear it: to have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is neceffary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite alfo, to smell out work for th' other fenfes. I fee, 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 4 ; I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I constant to my Profession.
4 This is the reading of Sir quaint the King withal, I'd not T. Hanmer, instead of if I thought do it. it were a piece of bonefly to are
Enter Clown and Shepherd.
Aside, aside, -here's more inátter for å hot brain ; every lane's end, every shop, church, feffion, hanging, yields a careful man work.
Clo. See, seej what a man you are now ! there is no other way but to tell the King she is a Changeling, and none of your flesh and blood.
Shep. Nay, but hear me.
Clo. She being none of your Alesh and blood, your
and his fon's pranks too ; who, I may say, 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 farthest off you could have been to him, and then your blood had been the dearer by I know how much an ounce. Aut. Very wisely, puppies !
[Aside. 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, rusticks, whither are you bound?
Sbep. To th' Palace, an it like your Worlhip.
• What he means by his Pedler's excrement, I know not.