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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 hang. ing, are terrors to me; for the life to come, I slcep out the thought of it. A prize! a prize!

Enter Clown. Clown. Let me see: - Every 'leven wether tods; every tod yields pound and odd shilling: hfteen hundred shorn, What comes the wool to?

Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine.

[ Aside.

Clown. I cannot do't without counters. Let me see; what am I to buy for our shecp-shearing feast? Three pound of sugar; five pound of cur. rants; 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-man song-men 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, seven; a race, or two, of ginger; but that I

four pound of prunes, and as many of raisins o'the sun. Aut. O, that ever I was born!

[ Groveling on the ground. Clown. I'the name of me.

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

Clown. Alack, poor soul; thou hast need of more Tags to lay on thee, rather than have these off.

Aut. 0, Sir, the loathsomeness of them offends

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me more than the stripes I have receivid; which are mighiy ones, and millions. Clown. Alas,

a million of beating may come to a great matter. · Aut. I am robd'd, Sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things pit upon me.

Clown. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man?
Aut. A foot-man, suvect Sir, a fuot-man.

Clown. Indeed, he should be a fool-man, by the garments he hath 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! Clown. Alas, poor soul. Aut. 0, good Sir, softly, good Sir: I fear, Sir, my shoulder-blade is out.

Clown. How now ? canst stand? Aut. Softly, dear Sir; [picks his pocket. ) good Sir, sofily: you ha' done me a charitablc office.

Clown. Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee.

Aut. No, good sweet Sir; no', I beseech youi, 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.

Clown. What manner of fellow was he that robb'd you?

Aut. A fellow, Sirs that I have known to go abou with trol-my-dames: I knew him once a ser. vant of the Prince; I cannot tell, gool Sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipp'd out of the court.

Clown. 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: he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a pro. cess-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; some call him Autolycus.

Clown. 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.

Clown. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bolicmia; 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.

Clown. How do you now? Aut. Sweet Sir, much better than I was; I can stand, and walk : I'will even take my lcave of

yon, and pace softly towards my kinsmau's.

Clown. Shall I bring thee on the way?
Aut. No, good-faced Sir; 110, sweet Sir.

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

Aut. Prosper youl, sweet Sir! [ Exit Clown.) Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing 100: If I make not this cheat bring out another, and the

arers prove sheep, let me be unroll'd, and my name put in the book of viriue!

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

And merrily hent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,

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 i9 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:
0, pardon, that I name them: your high self,
The gracious mark o'the land , you have obscur'a
With a stain's wearing; and me, poor lowly maid,
Most goddesslike prank'd up: But that our feasts
In every mess have folly, and the feeders
Digest it with a custom, I should blush
To see you so attired; sworn, I think,
To shew myself a glass.

Flo. I bless the time,
When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father's ground

Per. Now Jove afford yon 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: 0, 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 ?

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 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.

Per. 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. Thou dearest Perdita,
With these forc'd thoughts, I priythee, darken not
The mirth o'the feast: Or I'll be thine, my fair,
Or not my father's : for I cannot be
Miue own, nor any thing to any, if
I be not thine: to this I am most constant,
Though destiny say, 110. Be merry, gentle:
Strangle such thoughts as these, with any thing
That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:
lift up your coumtenance; as it were the day
Of celebration of that uprial, which
We two have sworn shall come.

Per. O lady fortune
Stand you auspicious!

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