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SCENE, the Court of Bohemia.

Enter Polixenes and Camillo.


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Pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate ;

'tis a sickness denying thee any thing, a death to Cam. It is fifteen years fince I saw my country; though I have for the most part been aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent King, my master, hath sent for me; to whose feeling forrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think fo, which is another spur to my departure.

Pol. As thou lov'fi me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of thy services by leaving me now; the need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath made: bittir not to have had thee, than thus to want thee. Thou having made me bufincsies, which none, without thee, can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thee the very

services thou hast done; which if I have not enough considered, (as too much I cannot,) to be more thankful to thee ihall be my ftudy; and my profit therein, the heaping friendships. Of that fatal country Sicilia, pr’ythee, speak no more; whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, and reconciled King my brother, whose loss of his most precious Queen and children are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when faw'st thou the Prince Florizel my son ? Kings are no less unhappy, thcir issue not being gracious, than they are in losing them, when they have approved their virtues. Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the Prince ;


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what his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I have (miffingly) noted, he is of late much retired from court, and is less frequent to his princely exercises than formerly he hath appear’d.

Pol. I have confider'd so much, Camillo, and with fome care so far, that I have eyes under my service, which look upon his removedness; from whom I have this intelligence, that he is seldom from the house of a inoft homely shepherd; a man, they fay, that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable eltate.

Cein. I have heard, Sir, of such a man, who hath a daughter of most rare note; the report of her is extended more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.

Pol. (22) That's likewise a part of my intelligence; and, I fear, the engle that plucks our son thither. Thou falt accompany us to the place, where we will (not appearing what we are) have some question with the Mhepherd; from whose fimplicity, I think it not uneasy to get the cause of my son's resort thither. Pr'ythee, be my present partner in this business, and lay aside the shoughts of Sicilia,

Cam. I willingly obey your command.
Pol. My best Camille? - we muft disguise ourselves.


(22) That's likewise part of my intelligence; but I fear, the angle what plucks our son tbiiber.] The disjunɛtive here, I think, makes flurk nontense of the context: and the editors have palm'd an allusion in the word angle, which seems foreign to the sense of the passage. As, before, in the Taming of the Shrew, angel is mistakenly put for Engle: so, I fufpect, angle, by the same easy corruption, is here. ! have there prov'd the ute and meaning of the word. I'll proceed briefly to jußify the emendation I have here made, by sewing how naturally it falls in with the sense we should expeét. Camillo had just told the King, he had heard of such a shepherd, and of a daughter he. bad of most rare note. Ay, replies the King, that's a part of my ina 1071

gence. 100; and, 1 fear, [tbat daugbter is) the firen, ibe decoy, the Invitation, thai plucks aur son tbitker.


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SCENE changes to the Country.

Enter Autolicus, finging.
HEN begin to peere,

With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,
Why then comes in the sweet o'th'

For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,

With, hey! the sweet birds, O how they fing!
Doch set my pugging tooth on edge :

For a quart of ale is a dish for a King.
The lark that tirra-lyra chaunts,

With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay:
Are summer-songs for me and my aunts,

While we lie tumbling in the hay. I have served Prince Florizel, and in my time wore threepile, but now I am out of service.

But shall I go mourn for that, my dear ?

The pale moon shines by night:
And when I wander here and there,

I then do go moft right.
If tinkers may have leave to live,

And bear the fow-fain budget;
Then my account I well nay give;

And in the stocks avouch. it.
My traffick is sheets; when the kite builds, look to
lesser linen. (23) My father nam'd me Autolicus, be-
ing litter'd under Mercury; who, as I am, was likewise
a snapper-up of unconsider'd trifles: with die and drab,


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The allusion is, unquestionably, to this passage in Ovid;
Alipedis de Airpe dei versuta propago
Nafcitur Autolycus, furtum ingeniofus ad omne. Metan. lib. xia



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I purchas'd this caparison, and my revenue is the filly
cheat. Gallows, and knock, are too powerful on the
high-way; beating and hanging are terrors to me: for
the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it.
A prize! a prize!

Enter Clown.
Clo. Let me see,- Every eleven weather tods, every
tod yields pound and odd shilling; fifteen hundred
horn, what comes the wool to?

Aut. If the sprindge hold, the cock's mine.- [ Afide.

Clo. I cannot do't without compters. Let me see, what am I to buy for our sheep-fhearing feast, three pound of sugar, five pound of currants, rice-what will this sister of mine do with rice? but my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and he lays it on. She hath made me four and twenty nofe-gays for the ihearers ; (24) three-man song-men all, and very good ones, but they are most of them means and bases; but one puritan among them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron to colour the warden-pies, mace-dates--none-that's out of my note : nutmegs, leven; a race or two of ginger, but that I may beg; four pound of prunes, and as many raisins o'th' sun.

Aut.Oh, that ever I was born! [Groveling on the ground.
Clo. I'th' name of me

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The true Autolycus was the son of Mercury; our fictitious one, bora onder his planet: the first a copy of his father; the other, suppos'd to derive his qualities from natal predominance. To this Autolycus, the fun of Mercury, Martial has alluded in the 8th Book of his Epigrams.

Non fuit Autolyei tam piceata inanus.
We find his history in Pberecydes, Hyginus, &c.

(24) Three-man Songmen all, and very good ones.] By a three-man fungfter we are to understand, a finger of catches; which catches were then, and are now most commonly, in tbree parts. So our Author, ia second part of King Henry IV;

Fal. If I do, fillip me with a tkree-man beetle. i e. a rbree-banded beetle, or one

used by three men together.
So in an old play, callid, The Merry Milk- Maids;
Smirk. Nay, I'll put in too for my ha, ha, ha.

This is a three-man's laughter.
For the laugh is kept up by ebree persons in the scene.


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Aut. Oh, help me, help me: pluck but off these rags, and then death, death.

Clo. Alack, poor soul, thou haft need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off.

Aut. Oh, Sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me, more than the stripes I have receiv’d, which are mighty ones, and millions.

Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a great matter.

Äút. I am robbid, Sir, and beaten : my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these deteftable things put upon me,

Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man?
Aut. A foot-man, sweet Sir, a foot-man.

Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the garments he has left with thee; if this be a horse-man's coat, it hath feen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee. Come, lend me thy hand.

[Helping him up. Aut. Oh! good Sir, tenderly, oh! Clo. Alas, poor soul.

Aut. O good Sir, softly, good Sir: I fear, Sir, my shoulder-blade is out,

Clo. How now? canft ftand?

Aut. Softly, dear Sir; good Sir, softly; you ha' done mę a charitable office.

Clo. Doftlack any money? I have a little money for thee. Aut. No, good sweet Sir; no, I beseech you, Sir; I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto whom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing I'want: offer me no money, I pray


Clo. What manner of fellow was hé, that robb’dy

Aut. A fellow, Sir,' that I have known to go about with trol-my-dames : I knew him once a servant of the Prince; I cannot tell, good Sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipp'd out of the court.

Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipp'd out of the court; they cherish it to make it tay there, and yet it will no more but abideo

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