I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.

Camillo.

Yea, say you so?

There shall not at your father's house these seven years
Be born another such.

But O, the thorns we stand upon !-Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me,

The medicine of our house, how shall we do?
We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son,

Nor shall appear in Sicilia.

Fear none of this. I think you know my
Do all lie there; it shall be so my care
To have you royally appointed as if

fortunes

The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir,
That you may know you shall not want,—one word.

Re-enter AUTOLYCUS.

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[They talk aside.

Autolycus. 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, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoetie, 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

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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. I could 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 whoo-bub 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 forward. Camillo. Nay, but my letters, by this means being there So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.

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Florizel. And those that you'll procure from King LeontesCamillo. Shall satisfy your father.

Autolycus. If they have overheard me now, why, hanging. Camillo. How now, good fellow! why shakest thou so? Fear not, man; here's no harm intended to thee.

Autolycus. I am a poor fellow, sir.

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Camillo. 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 a 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.

Autolycus. I am a poor fellow, sir.-[Aside] I know ye well enough.

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Camillo. Nay, prithee, dispatch; the gentleman is half flayed already.

Autolycus. Are you in earnest, sir?-[Aside] I smell the trick on 't.

Florizel. Dispatch, I prithee.

Autolycus. Indeed, I have had earnest; but I cannot with conscience take it.

Camillo. Unbuckle, unbuckle.—

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[Florizel and Autolycus exchange garments. Fortunate mistress,-let my prophecy Come home to ye !—you must retire yourself Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat And pluck it o'er your brows, muffle your face, Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken The truth of your own seeming; that you may— For I do fear eyes over-to shipboard

Come, lady, come.-Farewell, my friend.

Autolycus.

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[Giving it to Perdita.

Adieu, sir.

Florizel. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!

Pray you, a word.

Camillo. [Aside] What I do next, shall be to tell the king

Of this escape and whither they are bound:

Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail

To force him after; in whose company

I shall review Sicilia, for whose sight
I have a woman's longing.

Florizel.

Fortune speed us!—

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Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.
Camillo. The swifter speed the better.

[Exeunt Florizel, Perdita, and Camillo. Autolycus. 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 a piece of honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not do 't: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I constant to my profession.

Re-enter Clown and Shepherd.

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Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain. Every lane's end, every shop, church, session, hanging, yields a careful man work.

Clown. See, see; 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.

Shepherd. Nay, but hear me.
Clown. Nay, but hear me.

Shepherd. Go to, then.

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Clown. She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh and blood has not offended the king; and so your flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show 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 warrant you.

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Shepherd. I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his son'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.

Clown. 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.

Autolycus. [Aside] Very wisely, puppies!

Shepherd. Well, let us to the king; there is that in this fardel will make him scratch his beard.

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Autolycus. [Aside] I know not what impediment this complaint may be to the flight of my master.

Clown. Pray heartily he be at palace.

Autolycus. [Aside] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance; let me pocket up my pedler's excrement. [Takes off his false beard.] How now, rustics! whither are you bound?

Shepherd. To the palace, an it like your worship.

Autolycus. Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any thing that is fitting to be known, discover.

Clown. We are but plain fellows, sir.

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Autolycus. A lie! you are rough and hairy. Let me have no lying; it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore they do not give us the lie.

Clown. Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the manner.

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Shepherd. Are you a courtier, an 't like you, sir? Autolycus. Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? hath not my gait in it the measure of the court? receives not thy nose court-odour from me? reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou, for that I insinuate, or touze from thee thy business, I am therefore no