1635of that penitent (as thou cal
st him) and reconciled King
1636my brother, who
se lo
sse of his mo
st precious Queene &
1637Children, are euen now to be a-fre
sh lamented. Say to
1638me, when
saw'
st thou the Prince
Florizell my
son? Kings
1639are no le
sse vnhappy, their i
ssue, not being gracious, then
1640they are in loo
sing them, when they haue approued their
1642Cam. Sir, it is three dayes
since I
saw the Prince: what
1643his happier a
ffayres may be, are to me vnknowne: but I
1644haue (mi
ssingly) noted, he is of late much retyred from
1645Court, and is le
sse frequent to his Princely exerci
ses then
1646formerly he hath appeared.
1647Pol. I haue con
sidered
so much (
Camillo) and with
1648some care,
so farre, that I haue eyes vnder my
seruice,
1649which looke vpon his remouedne
sse: from whom I haue
1650this Intelligence, that he is
seldome from the hou
se of a
1651mo
st homely
shepheard: a man (they
say) that from very
1652nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbors,
1653is growne into an vn
speakable e
state.
1654Cam. I haue heard (
sir) of
such a man, who hath a
1655daughter of mo
st rare note: the report of her is extended
1656more, then can be thought to begin from
such a cottage
1657Pol. That's likewi
se part of my Intelligence: but (I
1658feare) the Angle that pluckes our
sonne thither. Thou
1659shalt accompany vs to the place, where we will (not ap
- 1660pearing what we are) haue
some que
stion with the
shep
- 1661heard; from who
se
simplicity, I thinke it not vnea
sie to
1662get the cau
se of my
sonnes re
sort thether. 'Prethe be my
1663pre
sent partner in this bu
sines, and lay a
side the thoughts
1665Cam. I willingly obey your command.
1666Pol. My be
st Camillo, we mu
st di
sgui
se our
selues.
Exit
1668Enter Autolicus singing. When Daffadils begin to peere,
1670 With heigh the Doxy ouer the dale, 1671 Why then comes in the sweet o'the yeere, 1672 For the red blood raigns in ye winters pale.
1673 The white sheete bleaching on the hedge, 1674 With hey the sweet birds, O how they sing: 1675 Doth set my pugging tooth an edge, 1676 For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King.
1677 The Larke, that tirra Lyra chaunts, 1678 With heigh, the Thrush and the Iay: 1679 Are Summer songs for me and my Aunts 1680 While we lye tumbling in the hay. 1681I haue
seru'd Prince
Florizell, and in my time wore three
1682pile, but now I am out of
seruice.
But shall I go mourne for that (my deere)
1684 the pale Moone shines by night: 1685 And when I wander here, and there 1686 I then do most go right. 1687 If Tinkers may haue leaue to liue, 1688 and beare the Sow-skin Bowget, 1689 Then my account I well may giue, 1690 and in the Stockes auouch-it. 1691My Tra
fficke is
sheetes: when the Kite builds, looke to
1692le
sser Linnen. My Father nam'd me
Autolicus, who be
- 1693ing (as I am) lytter'd vnder Mercurie, was likewi
se a
1694snapper-vp of vncon
sidered tri
fles: With Dye and drab,
1695I purchas'd this Capari
son, and my Reuennew is the
silly
1696Cheate. Gallowes, and Knocke, are too powerfull on
1697the Highway. Beating and hanging are terrors to mee:
1698For the life to come, I
sleepe out the thought of it. A
1701Clo. Let me
see, euery Leauen-weather toddes, euery
1702tod yeeldes pound and odde
shilling:
fifteene hundred
1703shorne, what comes the wooll too?
1704Aut. If the
sprindge hold, the Cocke's mine.
1705Clo. I cannot do't without Compters. Let mee
see,
1706what am I to buy for our Sheepe-
shearing-Fea
st? Three
1707pound of Sugar,
fiue pound of Currence, Rice: What
1708will this
sister of mine do with Rice? But my father hath
1709made her Mi
stris of the Fea
st, and
she layes it on. Shee
1710hath made-me four and twenty No
se-gayes for the
shea
- 1711rers (three-man
song-men, all, and very good ones) but
1712they are mo
st of them Meanes and Ba
ses; but one Puri
- 1713tan among
st them, and he
sings P
salmes to horne-pipes.
1714I mu
st haue Sa
ffron to colour the Warden Pies, Mace:
1715Dates, none: that's out of my note: Nutmegges,
seuen;
1716a Race or two of Ginger, but that I may begge: Foure
1717pound of Prewyns, and as many of Rey
sons o'th Sun.
1718Aut. Oh, that euer I was borne.
1719Clo. I'th' name of me.
1720Aut. Oh helpe me, helpe mee: plucke but o
ff the
se
1721ragges: and then, death, death.
1722Clo. Alacke poore
soule, thou ha
st need of more rags
1723to lay on thee, rather then haue the
se o
ff.
1724Aut. Oh
sir, the loath
somne
sse of them o
ffend mee,
1725more then the
stripes I haue receiued, which are mightie
1727Clo. Alas poore man, a million of beating may come
1729Aut. I am rob'd
sir, and beaten: my money, and ap
- 1730parrell tane from me, and the
se dete
stable things put vp
- 1732Clo. What, by a hor
se-man, or a foot-man?
1733Aut. A footman (
sweet
sir) a footman.
1734Clo. Indeed, he
should be a footman, by the garments
1735he has left with thee: If this bee a hor
semans Coate, it
1736hath
seene very hot
seruice. Lend me thy hand, Ile helpe
1737thee. Come, lend me thy hand.
1738Aut. Oh good
sir, tenderly, oh.
1739Clo. Alas poore
soule.
1740Aut. Oh good
sir,
softly, good
sir: I feare (
sir) my
1741shoulder-blade is out.
1742Clo. How now? Can
st stand?
1743Aut. Softly, deere
sir: good
sir,
softly: you ha done
1744me a charitable o
ffice.
1745Clo. Doe
st lacke any mony? I haue a little mony for
1747Aut. No, good
sweet
sir: no, I be
seech you
sir: I haue
1748a Kin
sman not pa
st three quarters of a mile hence, vnto
1749whome I was going: I
shall there haue money, or anie
1750thing I want: O
ffer me no money I pray you, that killes
1752Clow. What manner of Fellow was hee that robb'd
1754Aut. A fellow (
sir) that I haue knowne to goe about
1755with Troll-my-dames: I knew him once a
seruant of the
1756Prince: I cannot tell good
sir, for which of his Ver
- 1757tues it was, but hee was certainely Whipt out of the
Clo.