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And pluck it o'er your brows ; muffle your face;
Dismantle you ; and, as you can, disliken
The truth of your own seeming ; that you may
(For I do fear eyes over you) to ship-board
Get undescry’d.

Per. I see, the play fo lies,
That I must bear a part.

CAM. No remedy. Have


done there?
Flo. Should I now meet my father,
He would not call me son.
Cam. Nay, you shall have no hat:

[giving it to Perdita. Come, lady, come. _ Farewel, my friend. AUT. Adieu, sir.

[retiring Flo. O, Perdita, what have we twain forgot? Pray you, a word.

(talking with her afide,
Cam. What I do next, shall be, to tell the king
Of this escape, and whither they are bound;
Wherein, my hope is, I shall so prevail,
To force him after : in whose company
I shall review Sicilia ; for whose fight
I have a woman's longing.

Flo. Fortune speed us!
Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea. side.
Cam. The swifter speed, the better.

[Exeuni FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and CAMILLO. AUT. I understand the business, I hear it : To have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is necessary for a cut-purse ; a good nose is requisite also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see, this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive. What an

exchange had this been, without boot? what a boot is here, with this exchange? Sure, the gods do this year connive at us, and we may do any thing extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of iniquity ; itealing away from his father, with his clog at his heels : If I thought not it were a piece of honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would do't: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I constant to my profession.

Enter Clown, and Shepherd. Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain : Every lane's end, every shop, church, feflion, hanging, yields a careful man work.

Clo. See, fee; what a man you are now ! there is no other way, but to tell the king she's a changeling, and none of your flesh and blood.

She. Nay, but hear me.
Clo. Nay, but hear me.
She. Go to then.

Clo. She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh and blood has not offended the king; and, so, your flesh and blood is not to be punish'd by him. Shew those things you found about her ; those secret things, all but what she has with her: This being done, let the law go

whistle; I warrant you. She. I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his son's pranks too; who, I may fay, is no honest man, neither to his father, nor to me, to go about to make me the king's brother-in-law.

Clo. Indeed, brother-in-law was the fartheft off you could have been to him; and then your blood had been the dearer, by I know not how much an ounce.

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Aut. “Very wisely; puppies!”

She. Well, let us to the king: there is that in this t farthel, will make him scratch his beard.

AUT. “I know not, what impediment this complaint" “may be to the flight of my mafter.”

Clo. Pray heartily, he be at palace,

Aut. “Though I am not naturally honest, I am so ” “ sometimes by chance : Let me pocket up my pedler's T $ excrement.” How now, rustiques ? whither are you bound?

She. To th' palace, an it like your worship.

AUT. Your affairs chere? what? with whom the condition of that farthel, the place of your dwelling, your names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and an thing that is fitting to be known, discover.

Clo. We are but plain fellows, sir.

AUT. A lie; you are rough and hairy : Let me have no lying ; it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us foldiers the lie : but we pay them for it with stamped coin, not ftabbing steel; therefore they do not give us the lie.

Clo. Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the manner.

She. Are you a courtier, an't like you, fir ?

Aut. Whether it like me, or no, I am a courtier. See'st thou not the air of the court, in these enfoldings? hath not my gait in it, the measure of the court? receives not thy nose court-odour from me ? reflect I not on thy baseness, court-contempt? Think'st thou, for that I insinuate, to toze from thee thy business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier, cap-a-pe; and one that will either push-on, or pluck-back, thy busi

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ness there : whereupon I command thee to open thy affair.

Sbe. My business, fir, is to the king.
AUT. What advocate haft thou to him?
She. I know not, an't like you.

Clo. Advocate's the court word for a pheasant;” say, you have none.”

She. None, fir: I have no pheasant, cock, nor hen.

AUT. How blessed are we, that are not simple men! Yet nature might have made me as these are; Therefore I will not disdain.

Clo. “ This cannot be but a great courtier." She. “His garments are rich, but he wears them not handsomely,

Clo. “ He seems to be the more noble, in being? “ fantastical : a great man, I'll warrant; I know, by’ “the picking on's teeth.”

AUT. The farthel there? what'si'th' farthel? Where. fore that box?

She. Sir, there lies such secrets in this farthel, and box, which none must know but the king; and which he shall know within this hour, if I may come to th' speech of him.

Aut. Age, thou haft lost thy labour.
She. Why, sir?

Aut. The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a new ship, to purge melancholy, and air himself: For, if thou be'st capable of things serious, thou must know, the king is full of grief.

She. So'tis said, sir; about his son, that should have marry'd a fhepherd's daughter.

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

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Aly; the curfes he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.

Clo. Think you fo, fir ?

Aur. Not he alone shall suffer, what wit can make heavy, and vengeance bitter ; but those that are germane to him, though remov'd fifty times, shall all come under the hangman : which though it be great pity, yet it is neceffary. An old sheep-whistling rogue, a ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into grace! Some say, he shall be stond ; but that death is too soft for him, say I: Draw our throne into a fheep-cote ! all deaths are too few, the sharpeft too easy

Člo. Has the old man e'er a son, fir, do you hear, an't like you, fir?

Aut. He has a fon : who shall be flay'd alive; then, 'nointed over with honey, set on the head of a wasp's nest; there stand, 'till he be three quarters and a dram dead: then recover'd again with aqua-vitæ, or some other hot infusion: then, raw as he is, and in the hottest day prognostication proclaims, shall he be fet against a brick-wall, the fun looking with a fouthward eye upon him; where he is to behold him with fies blown to death. But what talk we of these trai. torly rascals; whose miseries are to be smild at, their offences being so capital ? Tell me, (for you seem to be honest plain men) what you have to the king : being something gently consider'd, I'll bring you where he is aboard, tender your persons to his presence, whisper him in your behalfs; and, if it be in man, besides the king, to effect your suits, here is man shall do it.

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