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If tinkers may have leave to live,
And bear the sow-skin budget;
Then my account I well may give,
And in the stocks avouch it.

My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to lesser linen.1 My father named me Autolycus; who, being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. With dye, 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!

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Enter Clown.

Clo. Let me see;-Every 'leven wether-tods;3 every tod yields-pound and odd shilling; fifteen hundred shorn,-what comes the wool to?

Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine. [Aside. Clo. I cannot do't without counters.1-Let me see; what am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of sugar; five pound of currants; rice what will this sister of mine do with rice? But father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me four-and-twenty nosegays for the shearers; three-man songmen 5 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

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1 Autolycus means that his practice was to steal sheets; leaving the smaller linen to be carried away by the kites, who will sometimes carry it off to line their nests.

2 The silly cheat is one of the slang terms belonging to cony-catching or thievery. It is supposed to have meant picking of pockets.

3 Every eleven sheep will produce a tod or twenty-eight pounds of wool. The price of a tod of wool was about 20 or 22s. in 1581.

4 Counters were circular pieces of base metal, anciently used by the il

literate to adjust their reckonings.

5 i. e. singers of catches in three parts.

6 Means are tenors.

color the warden pies;1 mace,-dates,—none; 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 of raisins o'the sun.

Aut. O that ever I was born!

Clo. I'the name of me,

[Grovelling 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. Ö, 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. A foot-man, sweet sir, a foot-man.

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

Aut. O, good sir, tenderly, oh!

Clo. Alas, poor soul!

[Helping him up.

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

Clo. How now? canst stand?

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 for thee.

1 Wardens are a large sort of pear, called in French Poires de Garde, because, being a late, hard pear, they may be kept very long. It is said that their name is derived from the Anglo-Saxon wearden, to preserve. They are now called baking-pears, and are generally colored with cochi neal instead of saffron, as of old.

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.1

Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?

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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.3

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 4 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.

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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.

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 now?

1 Dame Quickly, speaking of Falstaff, says "The king hath killed his heart."

2 « Trol-my dames." The old English title of this game was pigeonholes; as the arches in the board through which the balls are to be rolled resemble the cavities made for pigeons in a dove-house.

3 "Abide," only sojourn, or dwell for a time.

4 "He compassed a motion," &c.; he obtained a puppet-show, &c. 5 Prig, another cant phrase for the order of thieves.

Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can stand, and walk. I will even take my leave of you, Pace softly towards my kinsman's.

Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way?

Aut. No, good-faced sir! no, sweet sir.

Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy spices for our sheep-shearing.

Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir!-[Exit Clown.] Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing too. If I make not this cheat bring out another, and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled,1 and my name put in the book of virtue!

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Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent 2 the stile-a:
all the day,

A merry heart goes

Your sad tires in a mile-a.

[Exit.

SCENE III. The same. A Shepherd's Cottage.

Enter FLORIzel and Perdita.

Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of you Do give a life; no shepherdess, but Flora,

Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing Is as a meeting of the petty gods,

And you the queen on't.

Per. Sir, my gracious lord, To chide at your extremes, it not becomes me; O, pardon, that I name them. Your high self, The gracious mark3 o'the land, you have obscured With a swain's wearing; and me, poor, lowly maid, Most goddesslike pranked up. But that our feasts In every mess have folly, and the feeders

1 i. e. dismissed from the society of rogues.

2 To hent the stile is to take the stile. It comes from the Saxon hentan. 3 The gracious mark of the land is the object of all men's notice and expectation.

Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired; sworn, I think,
To show myself a glass.

Flo.

I bless the time,

When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father's ground.

Per.
Now Jove afford you cause!
To me, the difference1 forges dread; your greatness
Hath not been used 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 borrowed flaunts, behold
The sternness of his presence?

Flo.
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 bellowed; the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed 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 honor; nor my lusts
Burn hotter than my faith.

Per.

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O, but, dear sir,

Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis

Opposed, 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.

Thou dearest Perdita,

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With these forced thoughts, I pr'ythee, darken not The mirth o' the feast. Or I'll be thine, my fair,

1 Meaning the difference between his rank and hers.

2 Dear is wanting in the oldest copy.

3 i. e. far-fetched, not arising from present objects.

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