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The lark that tirra lyra chaunts,
With bey, with hey the thrush and the jay :
While we lie tumbling in the bay.
I have served prince Florizel, and in my time wore three-pile, 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 most right.
If tinkers may have leave to live,
And bear the fow-skin budget,
And in the stocks avouch it.
My traffick is sheets; when the kite builds, look to lesser linen. My father nam’d me Autolicus; who being, as I am, litter'd under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsider’d trifles : with die and drab I purchas’d this caparison ; ' and my revenue is the fly cheat. Gallows and knocks are too powerful on the highway, beating and hanging are terrours to me: for the life to come, í leep out the thought of it. A prize! a prize!
Enter Clown. Clo. Let me see, every eleventh weather tods, every tod yields a pound and one odd Niilling; fifteen hundred shorn, what comes the wooll to?
Aut. If the sprindge hold, the cock's mine. [afide.
Clo. I cannot do't without counters. Let me see; what am I to buy for our sheepshearing 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 she
· Meaning the ragged cloths he lad on. Vol. II.
lays it on. She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the shearers ; *three-man songmen 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-pipes; mace
that's out of my note: nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger ; but that I may beg; four pound of prunes, and as many raisins o’th' fun.
Aut. O, that ever I was born! [groveling on the ground.
Aut. O, help me; help me! pluck but off these rags; and then death, death
Clo. Alack, poor soul, thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off.
Aut. O, sir, the loathsomness 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.
Aut. I am robb’d, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta’en from me, and these detestable things put upon me.
Clo. What, by a horseman, or a footman?
Clo. Indeed, he should be a footman, by the garments he has left with thee; if this be a horseman's coat, it hath seen very
hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand.
[helping him up Aut. O! good sir, tenderly, oh! Clo. Alas, poor soul !
Aut. O, good fir, softly, good sir: I fear, sir, my shoulderblade is out.
Clo. How now? canst stand?
Aut. Softly, dear fir; good fir, softly: you ha' done me a charitable office.
Clo. Doft lack any money? I have a little money for thee.
Aut. No, good sweet fir: no, I beseech you, sir; I have a kinfman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto whom I
Meaning, those who fing catches which are generally in three parts.
was going ; I shall there have money, or any thing I want: offer me no money, I pray you; that kills my heart.
Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robb’d you?
Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with trollmadams: I knew him once a servant of the prince; I cannot tell, good fir, 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 stay there, and yet it will no more but abide.
Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man well; then he hath been since an ape-bearer, then a process-server, a bailiff; then he compass’d a motion of the prodigal son, and married a tinker's wife within a mile where my land and living lies; and, having flown over many knavish professions, he settled only in rogue : fome call him Autolicus.
Clo. Out upon him, prig! for my life, prig! he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings. Aut. Very true, fir; he, fir, he; that's the
that put me into this apparel. Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bithynia; if you
had but look’d big, and spit at him, he'd have run.
Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter; I am false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant him.
Clo. How do you do now?
Aut. Sweet fir, much better than I was; I can stand, and walk: I will even take leave of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman's.
Clo. Shall I bring thee on thy way?
Clo. Then farewel; I must go to buy spices for our sheepshearing
[Exit. Aut. Prosper you, sweet fir! Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with you at your sheepshearing too: if I make not this cheat bring out another, and the Thearers
prove • A motion is a word for a puppet-show, A a a 2
Theep, let me be unroll’d, and my name put into the book of
And merrily bend the file-a :
all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
The old shepherd's house.
Enter Florizel, and Perdita.
you fo attired; swoon, I think, To show myself a glass.
Flo. I blefs the time
cause! To me the difference forges dread; your greatness Hath not been us'd to fear: even now I tremble
To think, your father, by some accident,
desires Run not before mine honour, nor my lufts Burn hotter than my faith.
Per. O but, dear fir,
Flo. Thou dearest Perdita,
behold the while. Your guests are coming: