Chapter 39

EnterTime,theChorus.Time.I, that please some, try all, both joy and terrorOf good and bad, thatmakes and unfoldserror,Now take upon me, in the name of Time,To use my wings. Impute it not a crime5To me or my swift passage, that I slideO'er sixteen years and leave thegrowthuntriedOf that widegap, sinceit is in my powerTo o'erthrow law and in one self-born hourTo plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass10The same I am, ere ancient'st order wasOr what is now received: IwitnesstoThe times that brought them in; so shall I doTo the freshest things now reigning and make staleThe glistering of this present, as my tale15Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing,I turn my glass and give my scene such growingAs you had slept between: Leontesleaving,Theeffects of his fond jealousies so grievingThat he shuts up himself,imagine me,20Gentle spectators, that I now may beIn fair Bohemia; and remember well,I mentioneda son o' the king's,whichFlorizelI now name to you; and with speed so paceTo speak of Perdita, now grown in grace25Equal with wondering: what of her ensuesI list not prophesy; but let Time's newsBe known when 'tis brought forth. A shepherd's daughter,And what to her adheres, which follows after,Is the argument of Time. Of this allow,30If ever you have spent time worse ere now;If never, yet that Time himself doth sayHe wishes earnestly you never may.[Exit.

EnterTime,theChorus.

Time.I, that please some, try all, both joy and terrorOf good and bad, thatmakes and unfoldserror,Now take upon me, in the name of Time,To use my wings. Impute it not a crime5To me or my swift passage, that I slideO'er sixteen years and leave thegrowthuntriedOf that widegap, sinceit is in my powerTo o'erthrow law and in one self-born hourTo plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass10The same I am, ere ancient'st order wasOr what is now received: IwitnesstoThe times that brought them in; so shall I doTo the freshest things now reigning and make staleThe glistering of this present, as my tale15Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing,I turn my glass and give my scene such growingAs you had slept between: Leontesleaving,Theeffects of his fond jealousies so grievingThat he shuts up himself,imagine me,20Gentle spectators, that I now may beIn fair Bohemia; and remember well,I mentioneda son o' the king's,whichFlorizelI now name to you; and with speed so paceTo speak of Perdita, now grown in grace25Equal with wondering: what of her ensuesI list not prophesy; but let Time's newsBe known when 'tis brought forth. A shepherd's daughter,And what to her adheres, which follows after,Is the argument of Time. Of this allow,30If ever you have spent time worse ere now;If never, yet that Time himself doth sayHe wishes earnestly you never may.[Exit.

Time.I, that please some, try all, both joy and terror

Of good and bad, thatmakes and unfoldserror,

Now take upon me, in the name of Time,

To use my wings. Impute it not a crime

To me or my swift passage, that I slide

O'er sixteen years and leave thegrowthuntried

Of that widegap, sinceit is in my power

To o'erthrow law and in one self-born hour

To plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass

The same I am, ere ancient'st order was

Or what is now received: Iwitnessto

The times that brought them in; so shall I do

To the freshest things now reigning and make stale

The glistering of this present, as my tale

Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing,

I turn my glass and give my scene such growing

As you had slept between: Leontesleaving,

Theeffects of his fond jealousies so grieving

That he shuts up himself,imagine me,

Gentle spectators, that I now may be

In fair Bohemia; and remember well,

I mentioneda son o' the king's,whichFlorizel

I now name to you; and with speed so pace

To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace

Equal with wondering: what of her ensues

I list not prophesy; but let Time's news

Be known when 'tis brought forth. A shepherd's daughter,

And what to her adheres, which follows after,

Is the argument of Time. Of this allow,

If ever you have spent time worse ere now;

If never, yet that Time himself doth say

He wishes earnestly you never may.[Exit.

LINENOTES:Act IV. Scene I]Actus Quartus, Scena Prima. Ff. om. Warburton.Act IV.Capell.See note (xii).[1-32]Spurious.Heath conj.[2]makes and unfolds]Ff.make and unfoldRowe.mask and unfoldTheobald.[6]growth]gulfWarburton.[7-9]gap, since ... custom. Let]gap. Since ... custom, letLloyd conj.[11]witness]witness'dCapell.[17, 18, 19]leaving, ... jealousies ... himself, imagine]leaving,—jealousies ... himself;—imagineStaunton.leaving ... jealousies, ... himself. ImagineF1.leaving ... jealousies, ... himself, imagineF2 F3 F4.[18]The]To theKeightley conj.[19, 20]imagine me, ... that I]imagine we ... that youJohnson conj.[22]I mentioned]F1.I mention hereF2 F3 F4.There isHanmer.I mention'dCapell.which]whomPope.

LINENOTES:

Act IV. Scene I]Actus Quartus, Scena Prima. Ff. om. Warburton.Act IV.Capell.See note (xii).

[1-32]Spurious.Heath conj.

[2]makes and unfolds]Ff.make and unfoldRowe.mask and unfoldTheobald.

[6]growth]gulfWarburton.

[7-9]gap, since ... custom. Let]gap. Since ... custom, letLloyd conj.

[11]witness]witness'dCapell.

[17, 18, 19]leaving, ... jealousies ... himself, imagine]leaving,—jealousies ... himself;—imagineStaunton.leaving ... jealousies, ... himself. ImagineF1.leaving ... jealousies, ... himself, imagineF2 F3 F4.

[18]The]To theKeightley conj.

[19, 20]imagine me, ... that I]imagine we ... that youJohnson conj.

[22]I mentioned]F1.I mention hereF2 F3 F4.There isHanmer.I mention'dCapell.

which]whomPope.

EnterPolixenesandCamillo.Pol.I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate:'tis a sickness denying thee any thing; a death to grant this.Cam.It isfifteenyears since I saw my country:though I have for the most part been aired abroad, I desire5to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent king, mymaster, hath sent for me; to whose feeling sorrows I mightbe some allay, or I o'erween to think so, which is anotherspur to my departure.Pol.As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest10of thy services by leaving me now: the need I have of thee,thine own goodness hath made; better not to have had theethan thus to want thee: thou, having made mebusinesses,which none without thee can sufficiently manage, musteither stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thee15the very services thou hast done; which if I have not enoughconsidered, as too much I cannot, to be more thankful tothee shall bemystudy; and my profit therein, the heapingfriendships. Of that fatal country, Sicilia, prithee speak nomore; whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance20of that penitent, as thou callest him, and reconciledking, my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen andchildren are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me,when sawest thou the Prince Florizel, my son? Kings areno less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they25are in losing them when they have approved their virtues.Cam.Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince. Whathis happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I havemissinglynoted, he is of late much retired from court andis less frequent to his princely exercises than formerly he30hath appeared.Pol.I have considered so much, Camillo, and with somecare; so far,that I have eyes under my service which lookupon his removedness; from whom I have this intelligence,that he is seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd;35a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyondthe imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakableestate.Cam.I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath adaughter of most rare note: the report of her is extended40more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.Pol.That's likewisepartof my intelligence; but, Ifear, the anglethat plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompanyus to the place; where we will, not appearingwhat we are, have some question with the shepherd; from45whose simplicity I think it not uneasy to get the cause ofmy son's resortthither. Prithee, be my present partner inthis business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.Cam.I willingly obey your command.Pol.My best Camillo! We must disguise ourselves.[Exeunt.

EnterPolixenesandCamillo.

Pol.I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate:'tis a sickness denying thee any thing; a death to grant this.

Pol.I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate:

'tis a sickness denying thee any thing; a death to grant this.

Cam.It isfifteenyears since I saw my country:though I have for the most part been aired abroad, I desire5to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent king, mymaster, hath sent for me; to whose feeling sorrows I mightbe some allay, or I o'erween to think so, which is anotherspur to my departure.

Cam.It isfifteenyears since 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 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 rest10of thy services by leaving me now: the need I have of thee,thine own goodness hath made; better not to have had theethan thus to want thee: thou, having made mebusinesses,which none without thee can sufficiently manage, musteither stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thee15the very services thou hast done; which if I have not enoughconsidered, as too much I cannot, to be more thankful tothee shall bemystudy; and my profit therein, the heapingfriendships. Of that fatal country, Sicilia, prithee speak nomore; whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance20of that penitent, as thou callest him, and reconciledking, my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen andchildren are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me,when sawest thou the Prince Florizel, my son? Kings areno less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they25are in losing them when they have approved their virtues.

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 mebusinesses,

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 bemystudy; and my profit therein, the heaping

friendships. Of that fatal country, Sicilia, prithee speak no

more; whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance

of that penitent, as thou callest 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 sawest 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. Whathis happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I havemissinglynoted, he is of late much retired from court andis less frequent to his princely exercises than formerly he30hath appeared.

Cam.Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince. What

his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I have

missinglynoted, 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 somecare; so far,that I have eyes under my service which lookupon his removedness; from whom I have this intelligence,that he is seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd;35a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyondthe imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakableestate.

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 adaughter of most rare note: the report of her is extended40more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.

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 likewisepartof my intelligence; but, Ifear, the anglethat plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompanyus to the place; where we will, not appearingwhat we are, have some question with the shepherd; from45whose simplicity I think it not uneasy to get the cause ofmy son's resortthither. Prithee, be my present partner inthis business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.

Pol.That's likewisepartof my intelligence; but, I

fear, the anglethat plucks our son thither. 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 resortthither. Prithee, 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 ourselves.[Exeunt.

LINENOTES:Scene II.]Scena Secunda. Ff.The palace of Polixenes.]? Court of Bohemia. Pope. A room in Polixenes' Palace. Capell.[3]fifteen]sixteenHanmer.[12]businesses]businessRowe (ed. 2).[17]my]thyLong MS.[17, 18]heaping friendships]heaping friendshipHanmer.reaping friendshipsWarburton.[28]missingly](missingly) Ff.musinglyHanmer.missing himWarburton.[32]care; so far,]Capell.care, so farre,F1 F2 F3.care so far,F4.[41]part]a partTheobald.[41, 42]but, I fear, the angle]but (I fear) the AngleFf.and, I fear, the EngleTheobald,and, I fear, the angleHanmer.but, I fear the angleSteevens.[46]thither]thetherF1.[49]Exeunt.]Rowe. Exit. Ff.

LINENOTES:

Scene II.]Scena Secunda. Ff.

The palace of Polixenes.]? Court of Bohemia. Pope. A room in Polixenes' Palace. Capell.

[3]fifteen]sixteenHanmer.

[12]businesses]businessRowe (ed. 2).

[17]my]thyLong MS.

[17, 18]heaping friendships]heaping friendshipHanmer.reaping friendshipsWarburton.

[28]missingly](missingly) Ff.musinglyHanmer.missing himWarburton.

[32]care; so far,]Capell.care, so farre,F1 F2 F3.care so far,F4.

[41]part]a partTheobald.

[41, 42]but, I fear, the angle]but (I fear) the AngleFf.and, I fear, the EngleTheobald,and, I fear, the angleHanmer.but, I fear the angleSteevens.

[46]thither]thetherF1.

[49]Exeunt.]Rowe. Exit. Ff.

EnterAutolycus,singing.Whendaffodilsbegin to peer,With heigh! the doxy over the dale,Why, thencomesin the sweet o' the year;For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.5The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,Withheigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!Doth set mypuggingtoothonedge;For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.The lark,that tirra-lyrachants,10With heigh! with heigh!the thrush and the jay,Are summer songs for me and my aunts,While we lie tumbling in the hay.I have served Prince Florizel and in my time wore three-pile;but now I am out of service:15But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?The pale moon shines by night:And when I wander here and there,I then domost goright.If tinkers may have leave to live,20And bear thesow-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 lesserlinen. My father named meAutolycus; whobeing, as I25am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up ofunconsidered trifles. With die and drab I purchasedthiscaparison, and my revenue is thesillycheat. Gallows andknockare too powerful on the highway:beating and hangingare terrors to me: for the life to come, I sleep out the30thought of it. A prize! a prize!EnterClown.Clo.Let me see: every'leven wethertods; everytodyieldspound and oddshilling; fifteen hundred shorn, whatcomes the wool to?Ant.[Aside]If the springe hold, the cock's mine.35Clo.I cannot do't withoutcounters. Let me see; whatam I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound ofsugar;five pound ofcurrants;rice—what will this sisterof mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistressof the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me40four and twenty nosegays for the shearers,three-mansong-menall, and very good ones; but they are most of themmeans and bases; but one puritanamongstthem, and hesings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron to colourthe warden pies; mace; dates, none, that's out of my note;45nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger, but that I maybeg; four pound ofprunes, and as many ofraisinso' the sun.Ant.O that ever I was born![Grovellingon the ground.Clo.I' the name ofme—Ant.O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags;50and then, death, death!Clo.Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags tolay on thee, rather than have these off.Ant.O sir, the loathsomeness of themoffendsme morethan the stripes I have received, which are mighty ones and55millions.Clo.Alas, poor man! a million of beating may cometo a great matter.Ant.I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparelta'en from me, and thesedetestablethings put upon me.60Clo.What, by a horseman, or a footman?Ant.A footman, sweet sir, a footman.Clo.Indeed, he should be a footman by the garmentshe has left with thee: if this be a horseman's coat, it hathseen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee:65come, lend me thyhand.Ant.O, good sir, tenderly, O!Clo.Alas, poor soul!Ant.O, good sir, softly, good sir! I fear, sir, myshoulder-blade is out.70Clo.How now! canst stand?Ant.Softly, dear sir[pickshis pocket]; good sir, softly.Youha'done me a charitable office.Clo.Dost lack any money? I have a little money forthee.75Ant.No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir: I havea kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, untowhom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing Iwant: offer me no money, I pray you; that kills my heart.Clo.What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?80Ant.A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about withtroll-my-dames: I knewhimonce a servant of the prince:I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his virtues it was, buthe was certainly whipped out of the court.Clo.His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipped85out 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 hecompasseda motion of the Prodigal Son,90and married a tinker's wife within a milewheremy landand living lies; and, having flown over many knavish professions,he settled only inrogue: some call him Autolycus.Clo.Out upon him! prig, for my life, prig: he hauntswakes, fairs and bear-baitings.95Aut.Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue thatput me into this apparel.Clo.Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia: ifyou had but looked big and spit at him, he'ld have run.Aut.I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I am100false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant him.Clo.Howdo younow?Aut.Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can standand walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace softlytowards my kinsman's.105Clo.Shall I bring thee onthe way?Aut.No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir.Clo.Thenfare thee well: I must gobuyspices for oursheep-shearing.Aut.Prosper you, sweet sir![Exit Clown.]Your purse110is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with youat your sheep-shearing too: if I make not this cheat bringout another and the shearers prove sheep, let me beunrolledand my name put in the book of virtue!Song.Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,115And merrilyhentthe stile-a:A merry heart goes all the day,Your sad tires ina mile-a.[Exit.

EnterAutolycus,singing.

Whendaffodilsbegin to peer,With heigh! the doxy over the dale,Why, thencomesin the sweet o' the year;For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.

Whendaffodilsbegin to peer,

With heigh! the doxy over the dale,

Why, thencomesin the sweet o' the year;

For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.

5The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,Withheigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!Doth set mypuggingtoothonedge;For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,

Withheigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!

Doth set mypuggingtoothonedge;

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

The lark,that tirra-lyrachants,10With heigh! with heigh!the thrush and the jay,Are summer songs for me and my aunts,While we lie tumbling in the hay.

The lark,that tirra-lyrachants,

With heigh! with heigh!the thrush and the jay,

Are summer songs for me and my aunts,

While we lie tumbling in the hay.

I have served Prince Florizel and in my time wore three-pile;but now I am out of service:

I have served Prince Florizel and in my time wore three-pile;

but now I am out of service:

15But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?The pale moon shines by night:And when I wander here and there,I then domost goright.

But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?

The pale moon shines by night:

And when I wander here and there,

I then domost goright.

If tinkers may have leave to live,20And bear thesow-skin budget,Then my account I well may give,And in the stocks avouch it.

If tinkers may have leave to live,

And bear thesow-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 lesserlinen. My father named meAutolycus; whobeing, as I25am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up ofunconsidered trifles. With die and drab I purchasedthiscaparison, and my revenue is thesillycheat. Gallows andknockare too powerful on the highway:beating and hangingare terrors to me: for the life to come, I sleep out the30thought of it. A prize! a prize!

My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to lesser

linen. My father named meAutolycus; whobeing, as I

am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of

unconsidered trifles. With die and drab I purchasedthis

caparison, and my revenue is thesillycheat. Gallows and

knockare 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!

EnterClown.

Clo.Let me see: every'leven wethertods; everytodyieldspound and oddshilling; fifteen hundred shorn, whatcomes the wool to?

Clo.Let me see: every'leven wethertods; everytod

yieldspound and oddshilling; fifteen hundred shorn, what

comes the wool to?

Ant.[Aside]If the springe hold, the cock's mine.

35Clo.I cannot do't withoutcounters. Let me see; whatam I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound ofsugar;five pound ofcurrants;rice—what will this sisterof mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistressof the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me40four and twenty nosegays for the shearers,three-mansong-menall, and very good ones; but they are most of themmeans and bases; but one puritanamongstthem, and hesings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron to colourthe warden pies; mace; dates, none, that's out of my note;45nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger, but that I maybeg; four pound ofprunes, and as many ofraisinso' the sun.

Clo.I cannot do't withoutcounters. Let me see; what

am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of

sugar;five pound ofcurrants;rice—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 and twenty nosegays for the shearers,three-mansong-men

all, and very good ones; but they are most of them

means and bases; but one puritanamongstthem, 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, seven; a race or two of ginger, but that I may

beg; four pound ofprunes, and as many ofraisinso' the sun.

Ant.O that ever I was born![Grovellingon the ground.

Clo.I' the name ofme—

Ant.O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags;50and then, death, death!

Ant.O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags;

and then, death, death!

Clo.Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags tolay on thee, rather than have these off.

Clo.Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to

lay on thee, rather than have these off.

Ant.O sir, the loathsomeness of themoffendsme morethan the stripes I have received, which are mighty ones and55millions.

Ant.O sir, the loathsomeness of themoffendsme more

than the stripes I have received, which are mighty ones and

millions.

Clo.Alas, poor man! a million of beating may cometo a great matter.

Clo.Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come

to a great matter.

Ant.I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparelta'en from me, and thesedetestablethings put upon me.

Ant.I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel

ta'en from me, and thesedetestablethings put upon me.

60Clo.What, by a horseman, or a footman?

Clo.What, by a horseman, or a footman?

Ant.A footman, sweet sir, a footman.

Clo.Indeed, he should be a footman by the garmentshe has left with thee: if this be a horseman's coat, it hathseen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee:65come, lend me thyhand.

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 thyhand.

Ant.O, good sir, tenderly, O!

Clo.Alas, poor soul!

Ant.O, good sir, softly, good sir! I fear, sir, myshoulder-blade is out.

Ant.O, good sir, softly, good sir! I fear, sir, my

shoulder-blade is out.

70Clo.How now! canst stand?

Clo.How now! canst stand?

Ant.Softly, dear sir[pickshis pocket]; good sir, softly.Youha'done me a charitable office.

Ant.Softly, dear sir[pickshis pocket]; good sir, softly.

Youha'done me a charitable office.

Clo.Dost lack any money? I have a little money forthee.

Clo.Dost lack any money? I have a little money for

thee.

75Ant.No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir: I havea kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, untowhom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing Iwant: offer me no money, I pray you; that kills my heart.

Ant.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?

80Ant.A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about withtroll-my-dames: I knewhimonce a servant of the prince:I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his virtues it was, buthe was certainly whipped out of the court.

Ant.A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with

troll-my-dames: I knewhimonce 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 whipped85out of the court: they cherish it to make it stay there;and yet it will no more but abide.

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 hecompasseda motion of the Prodigal Son,90and married a tinker's wife within a milewheremy landand living lies; and, having flown over many knavish professions,he settled only inrogue: some call him Autolycus.

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 hecompasseda motion of the Prodigal Son,

and married a tinker's wife within a milewheremy land

and living lies; and, having flown over many knavish professions,

he settled only inrogue: some call him Autolycus.

Clo.Out upon him! prig, for my life, prig: he hauntswakes, fairs and bear-baitings.

Clo.Out upon him! prig, for my life, prig: he haunts

wakes, fairs and bear-baitings.

95Aut.Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue thatput me into this apparel.

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: ifyou had but looked big and spit at him, he'ld have run.

Clo.Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia: if

you had but looked big and spit at him, he'ld have run.

Aut.I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I am100false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant him.

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.Howdo younow?

Aut.Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can standand walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace softlytowards my kinsman's.

Aut.Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can stand

and walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace softly

towards my kinsman's.

105Clo.Shall I bring thee onthe way?

Clo.Shall I bring thee onthe way?

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

Clo.Thenfare thee well: I must gobuyspices for oursheep-shearing.

Clo.Thenfare thee well: I must gobuyspices for our

sheep-shearing.

Aut.Prosper you, sweet sir![Exit Clown.]Your purse110is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with youat your sheep-shearing too: if I make not this cheat bringout another and the shearers prove sheep, let me beunrolledand my name put in the book of virtue!

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 beunrolled

and my name put in the book of virtue!

Song.Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,115And merrilyhentthe stile-a:A merry heart goes all the day,Your sad tires ina mile-a.[Exit.

Song.Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,

And merrilyhentthe stile-a:

A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad tires ina mile-a.[Exit.

LINENOTES:Scene iii.]Scena Tertia. Ff.Scene ii.Warburton.A road....]Malone. om. Ff. The country. Pope. Fields near the Shepherd's. Capell.[1]daffodils]Johnson.daffadilsFf.[3, 4]comes ... For ... reigns in the winter's]comes ... For ... reigns o'er the winter'sHanmer.come ... 'Fore ... reins in the winterWarburton.comes ... For ... runs in the winterThirlby conj.comes ... For ... runs in the wintersMason conj.[6]heigh]HeyFf.[7]pugging]proggingHanmer.priggingCollier MS.on]Theobald.anFf.[9]that]withRowe (ed. 2).tirra-lyra]tirra-LyraF1 F2.tirra LyraF3.tirra LycraF4.[10]With heigh! with heigh!]With heigh, with heighF2 F3 F4.With heigh, F1.With heigh ho!S. Walker conj.[18]most go]go mostPope.[20]sow-skin]show-skin?F4.budget] Rowe.bowgetFf.[24, 25]Autolycus; who ... was likewise]Autolicus, being littered under Mercury, who, as I am, was likewiseTheobald.[26]this]F1. om. F2 F3 F4.[27]silly]slyHanmer.[28]knock]knocksHanmer.[28, 29]beating and hanging]hanging and beatingCollier conj.[31]Scene iii.Warburton.'leven wether]'leven weatherCapell.Leaven-weatherFf.eleven weatherRowe.eleventh-weatherHanmer.living wetherMalone conj.tod]F1.toldF2 F3 F4.[32]pound and odd]a pound and one oddHanmer.[34][Aside]Rowe.[35]counters]Capell.comptersFf.[37]sugar]sugar[reading out of a Note. Capell.currants]Rowe.currenceFf.[40]three-man]they're menorthey're mainorthrum-menTheobald conj.[42]amongst]amongF4.[46]prunes]Pope.PrewynsFf.prunsRowe (ed. 1).pruinsId. (ed. 2).raisins]Pope.reysonsF1 F2.reasonsF3 F4.rasinsRowe.[47][Grovelling....]Rowe.[48]me—]Rowe.me. Ff.the—Theobald conj. om. Johnson conj.See note (xiii).[53]offends]F2 F3 F4.offendF1.[59]detestable]derestableF1.[65][Helping.... Rowe. om. Ff.[71][picks....]Capell. om. Ff.Cuts his purse. Collier (Collier MS.).[72]ha']haFf.[81]troll-my-dames]troll-madamsHanmer.him]him himF2.[89]a bailiff]to a bailiffEdd. conj.compassed]compos'dLong MS.[90]where]of whereKeightley conj.[92]rogue]a rogueWarburton.[101]do you]do you doF4.[105]the way]thy wayF4.[107]fare thee well]fartheewellF1.farewellF2.farewelF3 F4.buy]F1.to buyF2 F3 F4.[109][Exit Clown.]Capell. Exit. Ff (after line 108).[112, 113]unrolled]unroldFf.enrolledCollier (Collier MS.).unroguedW. N. L. (N. and Q.). conj.[115]hent]hendHanmer.[115-117]stile-a ... mile-a]stile, o ... mile, oThe Dancing Master (1650).stil-e ... mil-eLewis conj.

LINENOTES:

Scene iii.]Scena Tertia. Ff.Scene ii.Warburton.

A road....]Malone. om. Ff. The country. Pope. Fields near the Shepherd's. Capell.

[1]daffodils]Johnson.daffadilsFf.

[3, 4]comes ... For ... reigns in the winter's]comes ... For ... reigns o'er the winter'sHanmer.come ... 'Fore ... reins in the winterWarburton.comes ... For ... runs in the winterThirlby conj.comes ... For ... runs in the wintersMason conj.

[6]heigh]HeyFf.

[7]pugging]proggingHanmer.priggingCollier MS.

on]Theobald.anFf.

[9]that]withRowe (ed. 2).

tirra-lyra]tirra-LyraF1 F2.tirra LyraF3.tirra LycraF4.

[10]With heigh! with heigh!]With heigh, with heighF2 F3 F4.With heigh, F1.With heigh ho!S. Walker conj.

[18]most go]go mostPope.

[20]sow-skin]show-skin?F4.

budget] Rowe.bowgetFf.

[24, 25]Autolycus; who ... was likewise]Autolicus, being littered under Mercury, who, as I am, was likewiseTheobald.

[26]this]F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[27]silly]slyHanmer.

[28]knock]knocksHanmer.

[28, 29]beating and hanging]hanging and beatingCollier conj.

[31]Scene iii.Warburton.

'leven wether]'leven weatherCapell.Leaven-weatherFf.eleven weatherRowe.eleventh-weatherHanmer.living wetherMalone conj.

tod]F1.toldF2 F3 F4.

[32]pound and odd]a pound and one oddHanmer.

[34][Aside]Rowe.

[35]counters]Capell.comptersFf.

[37]sugar]sugar[reading out of a Note. Capell.

currants]Rowe.currenceFf.

[40]three-man]they're menorthey're mainorthrum-menTheobald conj.

[42]amongst]amongF4.

[46]prunes]Pope.PrewynsFf.prunsRowe (ed. 1).pruinsId. (ed. 2).

raisins]Pope.reysonsF1 F2.reasonsF3 F4.rasinsRowe.

[47][Grovelling....]Rowe.

[48]me—]Rowe.me. Ff.the—Theobald conj. om. Johnson conj.See note (xiii).

[53]offends]F2 F3 F4.offendF1.

[59]detestable]derestableF1.

[65][Helping.... Rowe. om. Ff.

[71][picks....]Capell. om. Ff.

Cuts his purse. Collier (Collier MS.).

[72]ha']haFf.

[81]troll-my-dames]troll-madamsHanmer.

him]him himF2.

[89]a bailiff]to a bailiffEdd. conj.

compassed]compos'dLong MS.

[90]where]of whereKeightley conj.

[92]rogue]a rogueWarburton.

[101]do you]do you doF4.

[105]the way]thy wayF4.

[107]fare thee well]fartheewellF1.farewellF2.farewelF3 F4.

buy]F1.to buyF2 F3 F4.

[109][Exit Clown.]Capell. Exit. Ff (after line 108).

[112, 113]unrolled]unroldFf.enrolledCollier (Collier MS.).unroguedW. N. L. (N. and Q.). conj.

[115]hent]hendHanmer.

[115-117]stile-a ... mile-a]stile, o ... mile, oThe Dancing Master (1650).stil-e ... mil-eLewis conj.

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