2543'Pray you a word.

2544Cam. What I doe next, shall be to tell the King

2545Of this escape, and whither they are bound;

2546Wherein, my hope is, I shall so preuaile,

2547To force him after: in whose company

2548I shall re-view Sicilia; for whose sight,

2549I haue a Womans Longing.

2550Flo. Fortune speed vs:

2551Thus we set on (Camillo) to th' Sea-side.

2552Cam. The swifter speed, the better. Exit.

2553Aut. I vnderstand the businesse, I heare it: to haue an

2554open eare, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is necessary for

2555a Cut-purse; a good Nose is requisite also, to smell out

2556worke for th' other Sences. I see this is the time that the

2557vniust man doth thriue. What an exchange had this been,

2558without boot? What a boot is here, with this exchange?

2559Sure the Gods doe this yeere conniue at vs, and we may

2560doe any thing extempore. The Prince himselfe is about

2561a peece of Iniquitie (stealing away from his Father, with

2562his Clog at his heeles:) if I thought it were a peece of ho-

2563nestie to acquaint the King withall, I would not do't: I

2564hold it the more knauerie to conceale it; and therein am

2565I constant to my Profession.

2567Aside, aside, here is more matter for a hot braine: Euery

2568Lanes end, euery Shop, Church, Session, Hanging, yeelds

2569a carefull man worke.

2570Clowne. See, see: what a man you are now? there is no

2571other way, but to tell the King she's a Changeling, and

2572none of your flesh and blood.

2573Shep. Nay, but heare me.

2574Clow. Nay; but heare me.

2575Shep. Goe too then.

2576Clow. She being none of your flesh and blood, your

2577flesh and blood ha's not offended the King, and so your

2578flesh and blood is not to be punish'd by him. Shew those

2579things you found about her (those secret things, all but

2580what she ha's with her:) This being done, let the Law goe

2581whistle: I warrant you.

2582Shep. I will tell the King all, euery word, yea, and his

2583Sonnes prancks too; who, I may say, is no honest man,

2584neither to his Father, nor to me, to goe about to make me

2585the Kings Brother in Law.

2586Clow. Indeed Brother in Law was the farthest off you

2587could haue beene to him, and then your Blood had beene

2588the dearer, by I know how much an ounce.

2589Aut. Very wisely (Puppies.)

2590Shep. Well: let vs to the King: there is that in this

2591Farthell, will make him scratch his Beard.

2592Aut. I know not what impediment this Complaint

2593may be to the flight of my Master.

2594Clo. 'Pray heartily he be at' Pallace.

2595Aut. Though I am not naturally honest, I am so some-

2596times by chance: Let me pocket vp my Pedlers excre-

2597ment. How now (Rustiques) whither are you bound?

2598Shep. To th' Pallace (and it like your Worship.)

2599Aut. Your Affaires there? what? with whom? the

2600Condition of that Farthell? the place of your dwelling?

2601your names? your ages? of what hauing? breeding, and

2602any thing that is fitting to be knowne, discouer?

2603Clo. We are but plaine fellowes, Sir.

2604Aut. A Lye; you are rough, and hayrie: Let me haue

2605no lying; it becomes none but Trades-men, and they of-

2606ten giue vs (Souldiers) the Lye, but wee pay them for it

2607with stamped Coyne, not stabbing Steele, therefore they

2608doe not giue vs the Lye.

2609Clo. Your Worship had like to haue giuen vs one, if

2610you had not taken your selfe with the manner.

2611Shep. Are you a Courtier, and't like you Sir?

2612Aut. Whether it like me, or no, I am a Courtier. Seest

2613thou not the ayre of the Court, in these enfoldings? Hath

2614not my gate in it, the measure of the Court? Receiues not

2615thy Nose Court-Odour from me? Reflect I not on thy

2616Basenesse, Court-Contempt? Think'st thou, for that I

2617insinuate, at toaze from thee thy Businesse, I am there-

2618fore no Courtier? I am Courtier Cap-a-pe; and one that

2619will eyther push-on, or pluck-back, thy Businesse there:

2620whereupon I command thee to open thy Affaire.

2621Shep. My Businesse, Sir, is to the King.

2622Aut. What Aduocate ha'st thou to him?

2623Shep. I know not (and't like you.)

2624Clo. Aduocate's the Court-word for a Pheazant: say

2625you haue none.

2626Shep. None, Sir: I haue no Pheazant Cock, nor Hen.

2627Aut. How blessed are we, that are not simple men?

2628Yet Nature might haue made me as these are,

2629Therefore I will not disdaine.

2630Clo. This cannot be but a great Courtier.

2631Shep. His Garments are rich, but he weares them not

2632handsomely.

2633Clo. He seemes to be the more Noble, in being fanta-

2634sticall: A great man, Ile warrant; I know by the picking

2635on's Teeth.

2636Aut. The Farthell there? What's i'th' Farthell?

2637Wherefore that Box?

2638Shep. Sir, there lyes such Secrets in this Farthell and

2639Box, which none must know but the King, and which hee

2640shall know within this houre, if I may come to th' speech

2641of him.

2642Aut. Age, thou hast lost thy labour.

2643Shep. Why Sir?

2644Aut. The King is not at the Pallace, he is gone aboord

2645a new Ship, to purge Melancholy, and ayre himselfe: for

2646if thou bee'st capable of things serious, thou must know

2647the King is full of griefe.

2648Shep. So 'tis said (Sir:) about his Sonne, that should

2649haue marryed a Shepheards Daughter.

2650Aut. If that Shepheard be not in hand-fast, let him

2651flye; the Curses he shall haue, the Tortures he shall feele,

2652will breake the back of Man, the heart of Monster.

2653Clo. Thinke you so, Sir?

2654Aut. Not hee alone shall suffer what Wit can make

2655heauie, and Vengeance bitter; but those that are Iermaine

2656to him (though remou'd fiftie times) shall all come vnder

2657the Hang-man: which, though it be great pitty, yet it is

2658necessarie. An old Sheepe-whistling Rogue, a Ram-ten-

2659der, to offer to haue his Daughter come into grace? Some

2660say hee shall be ston'd: but that death is too soft for him

2661(say I:) Draw our Throne into a Sheep-Coat? all deaths

2662are too few, the sharpest too easie.

2663Clo. Ha's the old-man ere a Sonne Sir (doe you heare)

2664and't like you, Sir?

2665Aut. Hee ha's a Sonne: who shall be flayd aliue, then

2666'noynted ouer with Honey, set on the head of a Waspes

2667Nest, then stand till he be three quarters and a dram dead:

2668then recouer'd againe with Aquavite, or some other hot

2669Infusion: then, raw as he is (and in the hotest day Progno-

2670stication proclaymes) shall he be set against a Brick-wall,

2671(the Sunne looking with a South-ward eye vpon him;

2672where hee is to behold him, with Flyes blown to death.)

2673But what talke we of these Traitorly-Rascals, whose mi-

2674series are to be smil'd at, their offences being so capitall?