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A road near the Shepherd's cottage.
[Enter AUTOLYCUS singing]
AUTOLYCUS
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When daf|fodils | begin | to peer,
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With hey | the dox|y ov|er the dale,
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Why then | comes^in | the sweet | of the year,
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For the red | blood^reigns | in the wint|er's
pale.
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The white sheet bleach|ing on | the hedge,
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With hey the sweet birds, O how they sing:
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Doth set my pugging tooth on edge,
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For a quart | of ale | is a dish | for a king.
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The lark,| that tir|ra-ly|ra chants,
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With | hey,| the thrush | and the jay:
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Are sum|mer songs | for me | and my aunts
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While we | lie tumb|ling in | the hay.
I have served Prince Florizel, and in my time wore three pile, but now I am
out of service.
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But shall | I go mourn | for that |(my dear)
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the pale moon shines | by night:|
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And when | I wand|er here | and there
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I then | do most | go right.|
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If tink|ers may | have leave | to live,
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and bear | the sow-skin budget,|
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Then my | account | I well | may give,
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and in | the stocks | avouch | it.
My traffic 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.
CLOWN
Let me see, every 'leven wether tods, every tod yields pound and odd
shilling: fifteen hundred shorn, what comes the wool to?
AUTOLYCUS
If the springe hold, the cock's mine.
CLOWN
I cannot do it without counters. 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 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 horn-pipes. I must have saffron to color 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 of prunes, and as many of raisins of
the sun.
AUTOLYCUS
Oh, that ever I was born.
CLOWN
In the name of me.
AUTOLYCUS
Oh help me, help me: pluck but off these rags: and then, death, death.
CLOWN
Alack poor soul, thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than
have these off.
AUTOLYCUS
Oh sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me, more than the stripes I have
received, which are mighty ones and millions.
CLOWN
Alas poor man, a million of beating may come to a great matter.
AUTOLYCUS
I am robbed sir, and beaten: my money, and apparel tane from me, and these
detestable things put upon me.
CLOWN
What, by a horseman, or a footman?
AUTOLYCUS
A footman (sweet sir) a footman.
CLOWN
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 thy hand.
AUTOLYCUS
Oh good sir, tenderly, oh.
CLOWN
Alas poor soul.
AUTOLYCUS
Oh good sir, softly, good sir: I fear (sir) my shoulder-blade is out.
CLOWN
How now? Canst stand?
AUTOLYCUS
Softly, dear sir: good sir, softly: You have done me a charitable office.
CLOWN
Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee.
AUTOLYCUS
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 anything I want: offer me no money I pray you, that kills my heart.
CLOWN
What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?
AUTOLYCUS
A fellow (sir) that I have known to go about with troll-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.
CLOWN
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.
AUTOLYCUS
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.
CLOWN
Out upon him: prig, for my life prig: he haunts wakes, fairs, and
bear-baitings.
AUTOLYCUS
Very true sir; he sir he: that's the rogue that put me into this apparel.
CLOWN
Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia; if you had but looked big, and
spit at him, he'ld have run.
AUTOLYCUS
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?
AUTOLYCUS
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.
CLOWN
Shall I bring thee on the way?
AUTOLYCUS
No, good-faced sir, no sweet sir.
CLOWN
Then fare thee well, I must go buy spices for our sheep-shearing.
[Exit]
AUTOLYCUS
Prosper you sweet sir. 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, and my name
put in the book of virtue.
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Jog^on,| jog^on,| the footpath way,
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And mer|rily hent | the stile-|a:
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A mer|ry heart | goes^all | the day,
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Your sad | tires^in | a mile-|a.
[Exit]