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SCENE, the Court of Bohemia.
Enter Polixenes and Camillo.
POLIXEN E S.
'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 ;
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.
(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.
SCENE changes to the Country.
Enter Autolicus, finging.
With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,
With, hey! the sweet birds, O how they fing!
For a quart of ale is a dish for a King.
With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay:
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:
I then do go moft right.
And bear the fow-fain budget;
And in the stocks avouch. it.
(23) My fatber nam'd me Autolicus, wbo being, as I am, litter'd under Mercury, was likewise a snapper up of unconsidered trifles.] The Night tranfpofition I have ventur'd to make of four short monofylla. bles in this passage, was prescrib’d by my ingenious friend Mr. Waraburton. The Poet's meaning seems to be this. My father nam'd me Autolicus, because I was born under Mercury; who was a thief, as I
The allusion is, unquestionably, to this passage in Ovid;
I purchas'd this caparison, and my revenue is the filly
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.
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.
(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.
This is a three-man's laughter.
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?
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
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
you; that kills