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nor the bear half dined on the gentleman; he's at it
Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the old man!
Clo. I would you had been by the ship side, to have helped her; there your charity would have lacked footing.
[Aside. Shep. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou met'st with things dying, I with things new born. Here's a sight for thee; look thee, a bearing-cloth for a squire's child! look thee here! take up, take up, boy; open't. So let's see; It was told me, I should be rich by the fairies; this is some changeling open't: What's within, boy?
Clo. You're a made old man; if the sins of youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!
Enter Time, as Chorus.
Time. I, that please some, try all; both joy, and terror,
Of good and bad; that make, and unfold error, —
The glistering of this present, as my tale
Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so up with it, keep it close; home, home, the next way. We are lucky, boy, and to be so still, requires nothing but secrecy.-Let my sheep go :Come, good boy, the next way home.
Clo. Go you the next way with your findings; I'll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, and how much he hath eaten they are never curst, but when they are hungry if there be any of him left, I'll bury it.
Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate: 'tis a sickness, denying thee any thing; a death, to grant this.
Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country;
Shep. That's a good deed: If thou may'st discern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to the sight of him.
Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i'the ground.
Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds on't. [Exeunt.
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 sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think so; which is another spur to my departure.
Pol. As thou lovest 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; better not to have had thee, than thus to want thee: thou, having made me businesses, 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, shall be my study; 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 say'st thou the prince Florizel my son? Kings are no less unhappy, their 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, missingly, noted, he is of late much retired from court; and is less frequent to his princely exercises, than formerly he hath appeared.
Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo; and with some 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 most homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate.
Cam. 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.
That's likewise part of my intelligence.
But, I fear the angle that plucks our son thither. | beg;-four pound of prunes, and as many of raisins Thou shalt accompany us to the place where we will, not appearing what we are, have some question with the shepherd; from whose simplicity, 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 thoughts of Sicilia. Cam. I willingly obey your command. Pol. My best Camillo ! - We must disguise [Exeunt.
My traffick is sheets; when the kite builds, look to lesser linen. My father named me Autolycus; who, being as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles: With die, and drab, I purchased this caparison; and my revenue is the silly cheat: Gallows, and knock, are too powerful on the highway: beating, and hanging, are terrors to me; for the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it. A prize! a prize!
Clo. Let me see: - Every 'leven wether every tod yields— pound and odd shilling: hundred shorn, What comes the wool to? Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine.
[Aside. Clo. I cannot do't without counters. Let me see; what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of sugar; five pound of currants; What will this sister of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me four-andtwenty nosegays for the shearers: three-man songmen all, and very good ones; but they are most of them means and bases: but one Puritan amongst 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, sev.n; a race, or two, of ginger; but that I may
lut. O, that ever I was born!
Clo. I'the name of me, 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 loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes I have received; which are mighty ones, and millions.
Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a great matter.
Aut. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things put upon me.
Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man?
Aut. Softly, dear sir; [picks his pocket.] good sir, softly; you ha' done me a charitable office.
Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little money
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 you; that kills my heart.
Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?
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 whipped out of the court.
Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipped 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 he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a process-server, a bailiff; then he compassed 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: some call him Autolycus. Clo. Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig: he haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings.
Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue, that put me into this apparel.
Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia; if you had but looked big, and spit at him, he'd have run.
Now Jove afford you 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, Should pass this way, as you did: O, the fates! How would he look, to see his work, so noble, Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold The sternness of his presence?
Apprehend Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves, Humbling their deities to love, have taken The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter Became a bull, and bellow'd; the green Neptune A ram, and bleated: and the fire-rob'd god, Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain, As I seem now: Their transformations Were never for a piece of beauty rarer; Nor in a way so chaste: since my desires Run not before mine honour; nor my lusts Burn hotter than my faith.
O but, dear sir, Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis Oppos'd, as it must be, by the power o'the king; One of these two must be necessities, Which then will speak; that you must change this purpose, Or I my life. Flo.
Though destiny say, no. Be merry, gentle;
O lady fortune,
Thou dearest Perdita, With these forc'd thoughts, I pr'ythee, darken not The mirth o'the feast: Or I'll be thine, my fair, Or not my father's: for I cannot be Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
I be not thine: to this I am most constant,
Stand you auspicious!
Enter Shepherd, with POLIXENES and CAMILLO dis-
Shep. Fye, daughter! when my old wife liv'd
This day, she was both pantler, butler, cook;
Shepherdess, (A fair one are you,) well you fit our ages With flowers of winter.
Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' the
Are our carnations, and streak'd gillyflowers,
Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them?
Per. For I have heard it said, There is an art, which, in their piedness, shares With great creating nature.
By bud of nobler race; This is an art
Pol. Say, there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock; And make conceive a bark of baser kind
- change it rather but
So it is.
Pol. Then make your garden rich in gillyflowers, And do not call them bastards.
I'll not put The dibble in earth to set one slip of them: No more than, were I painted, I would wish This youth should say, 'twere well; and only there
Desire to breed by me. -
And only live by gazing.
I would, I had some flowers o'the spring, that might
That come before the swallow dares, and take
What? like a corse? Per. No, like a bank, for love to lie and play on; Not like a corse or if, - not to be buried, But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your
Enter a Servant.
Serv. O master, if you did but hear the pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings several tunes, faster than you'll tell money ; he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to his tunes.
Clo. He could never come better: he shall come in: I love a ballad but even too well; if it be doleful matter, merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed, and sung lamentably.
Serv. He hath songs, for man, or woman, of all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves he has the prettiest love songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate burdens of dildos and fadings: jump her and thump her; and where some stretch-mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer, Whoop, do me no harm, good man; puts him off, slights him, with Whoop, do me no harm, good man.
Pol. This is a brave fellow.
Clo. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirableconceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares?
Serv. He hath ribands of all the colours i'the rainbow; points, more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly handle, though they come to him by the gross; inkles, caddisses, cambricks, lawns; why, he sings them over, 'as they were gods or goddesses; you would think, a smock were a she-angel: he so chants to the sleeve-hand, and the work about the square on't.
Clo. Pr'ythee, bring him in; and let him approach singing.
Per. Forewarn him, that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes.
Clo. You have of these pedlers, that have more in 'em than you'd think, sister.
Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
Enter AUTOLYCUs, singing.
Lawn, as white as driven snow;
Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you : may be, he has paid you more; which will shame you to give him again.
Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? will they wear their plackets, where they should bear their faces? Is there not milking-time, when you are going to bed, or kiln-hole, to whistle off these secrets; but you must be tittle-tattling before all our guests? 'Tis well they are whispering: Clamour your tongues, and not a word more.
Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves.
Clo. Have I not told thee, how I was cozened by the way, and lost all my money?
Aut. And, indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary.
Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here.
Mop. Is it true, think you?
Aut. Very true; and but a month old. Dor. Bless me from marrying a usurer! Aut. Here's the midwife's name to't, one mistress Taleporter; and five or six honest wives that were present: Why should I carry lies abroad?
Mop. 'Pray you now, buy it.
Clo. Come on, lay it by: And let's first see more ballads; we'll buy the other things anon.
Aut. Here's another ballad, Of a fish, that appeared upon the coast, on Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was thought, she was a woman, and was turned into a cold fish, for she would not exchange flesh with one that loved her: The ballad is very pitiful, and
Dor. Is it true too, think you?
Aut. Five justices' hands at it; and witnesses, more than my pack will hold.
Clo. Lay it by too: Another.
Aut. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty one Top. Let's have some merry ones.
Aut. Why, this is a passing merry one; and goes to the tune of Two maids wooing a man: there's scarce a maid westward, but she sings it; 'tis in request, I can tell you.
Mop. We can both sing it; if thou'lt bear a part, thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.
Dor. We had the tune on't a month ago.
Aut. I can bear my part; you must know, 'tis my occupation: have at it with you.
Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves; My father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll not trouble them: Come, bring away thy pack after me. Wenches, I'll buy for you both: --Pedler, let's have the first choice.-Follow me, girls. Aut. And you shall pay well for 'em. [Aside.
Will you buy any tape,
Any toys for your head,
Of the new'st, and fin'st, fin'st wear-a?
Money's a medler,
That doth utter all men's ware-a. [Exeunt Clown, AUTOLYCUS, DORCAS, and MOPSA.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair; they call themselves saltiers: and they have a dance which the wenches say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are not in't; but they themselves are o' the mind, (if it be not too rough for some, that know little but bowling,) it will please plentifully.
Shep. Away! we'll none on't; here has been too much homely foolery already: - I know, sir, we weary you.
Pol. You weary those that refresh us: Pray, let's see these four threes of herdsmen.