ACT IV

Scene III A road near the Shepherd's cottage.

 

                       [Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing]

 AUTOLYCUS

                       When daffodils begin to peer,

                       With heigh! the doxy over the dale,

                       Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;

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

                       The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,

                       With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!

                       Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;

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

                       The lark, that tirra-lyra chants,

                       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:

                       But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?

                       The pale moon shines by night:

                       And when I wander here and there,

                       I then do most go right.

                       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. 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!

                       [Enter Clown]

 Clown

                       Let me see: every 'leven wether tods; every tod

                       yields pound and odd shilling; fifteen hundred

                       shorn. what comes the wool to?

 AUTOLYCUS

                       [Aside]

                       If the springe hold, the cock's mine.

 Clown

                       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, 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 nose-gays 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 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 of prunes, and as many of

                       raisins o' the sun.

 AUTOLYCUS

                       O that ever I was born!

                       [Grovelling on the ground]

 Clown

                       I' the name of me--

 AUTOLYCUS

                       O, 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

                       O 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

                       ta'en 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

                       O, good sir, tenderly, O!

 Clown

                       Alas, poor soul!

 AUTOLYCUS

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

                       shoulder-blade is out.

 Clown

                       How now! canst stand?

 AUTOLYCUS

                       [Picking his pocket]

                       Softly, dear sir; good sir, softly. You ha' 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

                       any thing 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.

 AUTOLYCUS

                       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 and my name

                       put in the book of virtue!

                       [Sings]

                       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 IV

Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing]

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Lawn as white as driven snow;

                      Cyprus black as e'er was crow;

                      Gloves as sweet as damask roses;

                      Masks for faces and for noses;

                      Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,

                      Perfume for a lady's chamber;

                      Golden quoifs and stomachers,

                      For my lads to give their dears:

                      Pins and poking-sticks of steel,

                      What maids lack from head to heel:

                      Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy;

                      Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.

 Clown

                      If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take

                      no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it

                      will also be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.

 MOPSA

                      I was promised them against the feast; but they come

                      not too late now.

 DORCAS

                      He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars.

 MOPSA

                      He hath paid you all he promised you; may be, he has

                      paid you more, which will shame you to give him again.

 Clown

                      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.

 MOPSA

                      I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry-lace

                      and a pair of sweet gloves.

 Clown

                      Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way

                      and lost all my money?

 AUTOLYCUS

                      And indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad;

                      therefore it behoves men to be wary.

 Clown

                      Fear not thou, man, thou shalt lose nothing here.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge.

 Clown

                      What hast here? ballads?

 MOPSA

                      Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print o'

                      life, for then we are sure they are true.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Here's one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer's

                      wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a

                      burthen and how she longed to eat adders' heads and

                      toads carbonadoed.

 MOPSA

                      Is it true, think you?

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Very true, and but a month old.

 DORCAS

                      Bless me from marrying a usurer!

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Here's the midwife's name to't, one Mistress

                      Tale-porter, and five or six honest wives that were

                      present. Why should I carry lies abroad?

 MOPSA

                      Pray you now, buy it.

 Clown

                      Come on, lay it by: and let's first see moe

                      ballads; we'll buy the other things anon.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Here's another ballad of a fish, that appeared upon

                      the coast on Wednesday the four-score 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 as true.

 DORCAS

                      Is it true too, think you?

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Five justices' hands at it, and witnesses more than

                      my pack will hold.

 Clown

                      Lay it by too: another.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.

 MOPSA

                      Let's have some merry ones.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      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.

 MOPSA

                      We can both sing it: if thou'lt bear a part, thou

                      shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.

 DORCAS

                      We had the tune on't a month ago.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      I can bear my part; you must know 'tis my

                      occupation; have at it with you.

                      [SONG]

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Get you hence, for I must go

                      Where it fits not you to know.

 DORCAS

                      Whither?

 MOPSA

                      O, whither?

 DORCAS

                      Whither?

 MOPSA

                      It becomes thy oath full well,

                      Thou to me thy secrets tell.

 DORCAS

                      Me too, let me go thither.

 MOPSA

                      Or thou goest to the grange or mill.

 DORCAS

                      If to either, thou dost ill.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Neither.

 DORCAS

                      What, neither?

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Neither.

 DORCAS

                      Thou hast sworn my love to be.

 MOPSA

                      Thou hast sworn it more to me:

                      Then whither goest? say, whither?

 Clown

                      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. Pedlar, let's

                      have the first choice. Follow me, girls.

                      [Exit with DORCAS and MOPSA]

 AUTOLYCUS

                      And you shall pay well for 'em.

                      [Follows singing]

                      Will you buy any tape,

                      Or lace for your cape,

                      My dainty duck, my dear-a?

                      Any silk, any thread,

                      Any toys for your head,

                      Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a?

                      Come to the pedlar;

                      Money's a medler.

                      That doth utter all men's ware-a.

                      [Exit]

 

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[Re-enter AUTOLYCUS]

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his

                      sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold

                      all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a

                      ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad,

                      knife, tape, glove, shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring,

                      to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who

                      should buy first, as if my trinkets had been

                      hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer:

                      by which means I saw whose purse was best in

                      picture; and what I saw, to my good use I

                      remembered. My clown, who wants but something to

                      be a reasonable man, grew so in love with the

                      wenches' song, that he would not stir his pettitoes

                      till he had both tune and words; which so drew the

                      rest of the herd to me that all their other senses

                      stuck in ears: you might have pinched a placket, it

                      was senseless; 'twas nothing to geld a codpiece of a

                      purse; I could have filed keys off that hung in

                      chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir's song,

                      and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this

                      time of lethargy I picked and cut most of their

                      festival purses; and had not the old man come in

                      with a whoo-bub against his daughter and the king's

                      son and scared my choughs from the chaff, I had not

                      left a purse alive in the whole army.

                      [CAMILLO, FLORIZEL, and PERDITA come forward]

 CAMILLO

                      Nay, but my letters, by this means being there

                      So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.

 FLORIZEL

                      And those that you'll procure from King Leontes--

 CAMILLO

                      Shall satisfy your father.

 PERDITA

                      Happy be you!

                      All that you speak shows fair.

 CAMILLO

                      Who have we here?

                      [Seeing AUTOLYCUS]

                      We'll make an instrument of this, omit

                      Nothing may give us aid.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      If they have overheard me now, why, hanging.

 CAMILLO

                      How now, good fellow! why shakest thou so? Fear

                      not, man; here's no harm intended to thee.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      I am a poor fellow, sir.

 CAMILLO

                      Why, be so still; here's nobody will steal that from

                      thee: yet for the outside of thy poverty we must

                      make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly,

                      --thou must think there's a necessity in't,--and

                      change garments with this gentleman: though the

                      pennyworth on his side be the worst, yet hold thee,

                      there's some boot.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      I am a poor fellow, sir.

                      [Aside]

                      I know ye well enough.

 CAMILLO

                      Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half

                      flayed already.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Are you in earnest, sir?

                      [Aside]

                      I smell the trick on't.

 FLORIZEL

                      Dispatch, I prithee.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Indeed, I have had earnest: but I cannot with

                      conscience take it.

 CAMILLO

                      Unbuckle, unbuckle.

                      [FLORIZEL and AUTOLYCUS exchange garments]

                      Fortunate mistress,--let my prophecy

                      Come home to ye!--you must retire yourself

                      Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat

                      And pluck it o'er your brows, muffle your face,

                      Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken

                      The truth of your own seeming; that you may--

                      For I do fear eyes over--to shipboard

                      Get undescried.

 PERDITA

                      I see the play so lies

                      That I must bear a part.

 CAMILLO

                      No remedy.

                      Have you done there?

 FLORIZEL

                      Should I now meet my father,

                      He would not call me son.

 CAMILLO

                      Nay, you shall have no hat.

                      [Giving it to PERDITA]

                      Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Adieu, sir.

 FLORIZEL

                      O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!

                      Pray you, a word.

 CAMILLO

                      [Aside] What I do next, shall be to tell the king

                      Of this escape and whither they are bound;

                      Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail

                      To force him after: in whose company

                      I shall review Sicilia, for whose sight

                      I have a woman's longing.

 FLORIZEL

                      Fortune speed us!

                      Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.

 CAMILLO

                      The swifter speed the better.

                      [Exeunt FLORIZEL, PERDITA, and CAMILLO]

 AUTOLYCUS

                      I understand the business, I hear it: to have an

                      open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is

                      necessary for a cut-purse; a good nose is requisite

                      also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see

                      this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.

                      What an exchange had this been without boot! What

                      a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the gods do

                      this year connive at us, and we may do any thing

                      extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of

                      iniquity, stealing away from his father with his

                      clog at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of

                      honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not

                      do't: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it;

                      and therein am I constant to my profession.

                      [Re-enter Clown and Shepherd]

                      Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain:

                      every lane's end, every shop, church, session,

                      hanging, yields a careful man work.

 Clown

                      See, see; what a man you are now!

                      There is no other way but to tell the king

                      she's a changeling and none of your flesh and blood.

 Shepherd

                      Nay, but hear me.

 Clown

                      Nay, but hear me.

 Shepherd

                      Go to, then.

 Clown

                      She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh

                      and blood has not offended the king; and so your

                      flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show

                      those things you found about her, those secret

                      things, all but what she has with her: this being

                      done, let the law go whistle: I warrant you.

 Shepherd

                      I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his

                      son's pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man,

                      neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make

                      me the king's brother-in-law.

 Clown

                      Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you

                      could have been to him and then your blood had been

                      the dearer by I know how much an ounce.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      [Aside] Very wisely, puppies!

 Shepherd

                      Well, let us to the king: there is that in this

                      fardel will make him scratch his beard.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      [Aside] I know not what impediment this complaint

                      may be to the flight of my master.

 Clown

                      Pray heartily he be at palace.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      [Aside] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so

                      sometimes by chance: let me pocket up my pedlar's excrement.

                      [Takes off his false beard]

                      How now, rustics! whither are you bound?

 Shepherd

                      To the palace, an it like your worship.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition

                      of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your

                      names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any

                      thing that is fitting to be known, discover.

 Clown

                      We are but plain fellows, sir.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no

                      lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they

                      often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for

                      it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore

                      they do not give us the lie.

 Clown

                      Your worship had like to have given us one, if you

                      had not taken yourself with the manner.

 Shepherd

                      Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir?

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest

                      thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings?

                      hath not my gait in it the measure of the court?

                      receives not thy nose court-odor from me? reflect I

                      not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou,

                      for that I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy

                      business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier

                      cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or pluck

                      back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to

                      open thy affair.

 Shepherd

                      My business, sir, is to the king.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      What advocate hast thou to him?

 Shepherd

                      I know not, an't like you.

 Clown

                      Advocate's the court-word for a pheasant: say you

                      have none.

 Shepherd

                      None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      How blessed are we that are not simple men!

                      Yet nature might have made me as these are,

                      Therefore I will not disdain.

 Clown

                      This cannot be but a great courtier.

 Shepherd

                      His garments are rich, but he wears

                      them not handsomely.

 Clown

                      He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical:

                      a great man, I'll warrant; I know by the picking

                      on's teeth.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      The fardel there? what's i' the fardel?

                      Wherefore that box?

 Shepherd

                      Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box,

                      which none must know but the king; and which he

                      shall know within this hour, if I may come to the

                      speech of him.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Age, thou hast lost thy labour.

 Shepherd

                      Why, sir?

 AUTOLYCUS

                      The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a

                      new ship to purge melancholy and air himself: for,

                      if thou beest capable of things serious, thou must

                      know the king is full of grief.

 Shepard

                      So 'tis said, sir; about his son, that should have

                      married a shepherd's daughter.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly:

                      the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall

                      feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.

 Clown

                      Think you so, sir?

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy

                      and vengeance bitter; but those that are germane to

                      him, though removed fifty times, shall all come

                      under the hangman: which though it be great pity,

                      yet it is necessary. An old sheep-whistling rogue a

                      ram-tender, to offer to have his daughter come into

                      grace! Some say he shall be stoned; but that death

                      is too soft for him, say I draw our throne into a

                      sheep-cote! all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.

 Clown

                      Has the old man e'er a son, sir, do you hear. an't

                      like you, sir?

 AUTOLYCUS

                      He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then

                      'nointed over with honey, set on the head of a

                      wasp's nest; then stand till he be three quarters

                      and a dram dead; then recovered again with

                      aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion; then, raw as

                      he is, and in the hottest day prognostication

                      proclaims, shall be be set against a brick-wall, the

                      sun looking with a southward eye upon him, where he

                      is to behold him with flies blown to death. But what

                      talk we of these traitorly rascals, whose miseries

                      are to be smiled at, their offences being so

                      capital? Tell me, for you seem to be honest plain

                      men, what you have to the king: being something

                      gently considered, I'll bring you where he is

                      aboard, tender your persons to his presence,

                      whisper him in your behalfs; and if it be in man

                      besides the king to effect your suits, here is man

                      shall do it.

 Clown

                      He seems to be of great authority: close with him,

                      give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn

                      bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: show

                      the inside of your purse to the outside of his hand,

                      and no more ado. Remember 'stoned,' and 'flayed alive.'

 Shepherd

                      An't please you, sir, to undertake the business for

                      us, here is that gold I have: I'll make it as much

                      more and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it you.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      After I have done what I promised?

 Shepherd

                      Ay, sir.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      Well, give me the moiety. Are you a party in this business?

 Clown

                      In some sort, sir: but though my case be a pitiful

                      one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      O, that's the case of the shepherd's son: hang him,

                      he'll be made an example.

 Clown

                      Comfort, good comfort! We must to the king and show

                      our strange sights: he must know 'tis none of your

                      daughter nor my sister; we are gone else. Sir, I

                      will give you as much as this old man does when the

                      business is performed, and remain, as he says, your

                      pawn till it be brought you.

 AUTOLYCUS

                      I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side;

                      go on the right hand: I will but look upon the

                      hedge and follow you.

 Clown

                      We are blest in this man, as I may say, even blest.

 Shepherd

                      Let's before as he bids us: he was provided to do us good.

                      [Exeunt Shepherd and Clown]

 AUTOLYCUS

                      If I had a mind to be honest, I see Fortune would

                      not suffer me: she drops booties in my mouth. I am

                      courted now with a double occasion, gold and a means

                      to do the prince my master good; which who knows how

                      that may turn back to my advancement? I will bring

                      these two moles, these blind ones, aboard him: if he

                      think it fit to shore them again and that the

                      complaint they have to the king concerns him

                      nothing, let him call me rogue for being so far

                      officious; for I am proof against that title and

                      what shame else belongs to't. To him will I present

                      them: there may be matter in it.

                      [Exit]

 

 

ACT V

Scene II Before LEONTES' palace.

 

                             [Enter AUTOLYCUS and a Gentleman]

 AUTOLYCUS

                             Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation?

 First Gentleman

                             I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard the old

                             shepherd deliver the manner how he found it:

                             whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all

                             commanded out of the chamber; only this methought I

                             heard the shepherd say, he found the child.

 AUTOLYCUS

                             I would most gladly know the issue of it.

 First Gentleman

                             I make a broken delivery of the business; but the

                             changes I perceived in the king and Camillo were

                             very notes of admiration: they seemed almost, with

                             staring on one another, to tear the cases of their

                             eyes; there was speech in their dumbness, language

                             in their very gesture; they looked as they had heard

                             of a world ransomed, or one destroyed: a notable

                             passion of wonder appeared in them; but the wisest

                             beholder, that knew no more but seeing, could not

                             say if the importance were joy or sorrow; but in the

                             extremity of the one, it must needs be.

                             [Enter another Gentleman]

                             Here comes a gentleman that haply knows more.

                             The news, Rogero?

 Second Gentleman

                             Nothing but bonfires: the oracle is fulfilled; the

                             king's daughter is found: such a deal of wonder is

                             broken out within this hour that ballad-makers

                             cannot be able to express it.

                             [Enter a third Gentleman]

                             Here comes the Lady Paulina's steward: he can

                             deliver you more. How goes it now, sir? this news

                             which is called true is so like an old tale, that

                             the verity of it is in strong suspicion: has the king

                             found his heir?

 Third Gentleman

                             Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by

                             circumstance: that which you hear you'll swear you

                             see, there is such unity in the proofs. The mantle

                             of Queen Hermione's, her jewel about the neck of it,

                             the letters of Antigonus found with it which they

                             know to be his character, the majesty of the

                             creature in resemblance of the mother, the affection

                             of nobleness which nature shows above her breeding,

                             and many other evidences proclaim her with all

                             certainty to be the king's daughter. Did you see

                             the meeting of the two kings?

 Second Gentleman

                             No.

 Third Gentleman

                             Then have you lost a sight, which was to be seen,

                             cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one

                             joy crown another, so and in such manner that it

                             seemed sorrow wept to take leave of them, for their

                             joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes,

                             holding up of hands, with countenances of such

                             distraction that they were to be known by garment,

                             not by favour. Our king, being ready to leap out of

                             himself for joy of his found daughter, as if that

                             joy were now become a loss, cries 'O, thy mother,

                             thy mother!' then asks Bohemia forgiveness; then

                             embraces his son-in-law; then again worries he his

                             daughter with clipping her; now he thanks the old

                             shepherd, which stands by like a weather-bitten

                             conduit of many kings' reigns. I never heard of such

                             another encounter, which lames report to follow it

                             and undoes description to do it.

 Second Gentleman

                             What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that carried

                             hence the child?

 Third Gentleman

                             Like an old tale still, which will have matter to

                             rehearse, though credit be asleep and not an ear

                             open. He was torn to pieces with a bear: this

                             avouches the shepherd's son; who has not only his

                             innocence, which seems much, to justify him, but a

                             handkerchief and rings of his that Paulina knows.

 First Gentleman

                             What became of his bark and his followers?

 Third Gentleman

                             Wrecked the same instant of their master's death and

                             in the view of the shepherd: so that all the

                             instruments which aided to expose the child were

                             even then lost when it was found. But O, the noble

                             combat that 'twixt joy and sorrow was fought in

                             Paulina! She had one eye declined for the loss of

                             her husband, another elevated that the oracle was

                             fulfilled: she lifted the princess from the earth,

                             and so locks her in embracing, as if she would pin

                             her to her heart that she might no more be in danger

                             of losing.

 First Gentleman

                             The dignity of this act was worth the audience of

                             kings and princes; for by such was it acted.

 Third Gentleman

                             One of the prettiest touches of all and that which

                             angled for mine eyes, caught the water though not

                             the fish, was when, at the relation of the queen's

                             death, with the manner how she came to't bravely

                             confessed and lamented by the king, how

                             attentiveness wounded his daughter; till, from one

                             sign of dolour to another, she did, with an 'Alas,'

                             I would fain say, bleed tears, for I am sure my

                             heart wept blood. Who was most marble there changed

                             colour; some swooned, all sorrowed: if all the world

                             could have seen 't, the woe had been universal.

 First Gentleman

                             Are they returned to the court?

 Third Gentleman

                             No: the princess hearing of her mother's statue,

                             which is in the keeping of Paulina,--a piece many

                             years in doing and now newly performed by that rare

                             Italian master, Julio Romano, who, had he himself

                             eternity and could put breath into his work, would

                             beguile Nature of her custom, so perfectly he is her

                             ape: he so near to Hermione hath done Hermione that

                             they say one would speak to her and stand in hope of

                             answer: thither with all greediness of affection

                             are they gone, and there they intend to sup.

 Second Gentleman

                             I thought she had some great matter there in hand;

                             for she hath privately twice or thrice a day, ever

                             since the death of Hermione, visited that removed

                             house. Shall we thither and with our company piece

                             the rejoicing?

 First Gentleman

                             Who would be thence that has the benefit of access?

                             every wink of an eye some new grace will be born:

                             our absence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge.

                             Let's along.

                             [Exeunt Gentlemen]

 AUTOLYCUS

                             Now, had I not the dash of my former life in me,

                             would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old

                             man and his son aboard the prince: told him I heard

                             them talk of a fardel and I know not what: but he

                             at that time, overfond of the shepherd's daughter,

                             so he then took her to be, who began to be much

                             sea-sick, and himself little better, extremity of

                             weather continuing, this mystery remained

                             undiscovered. But 'tis all one to me; for had I

                             been the finder out of this secret, it would not

                             have relished among my other discredits.

                             [Enter Shepherd and Clown]

                             Here come those I have done good to against my will,

                             and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune.

 Shepherd

                             Come, boy; I am past moe children, but thy sons and

                             daughters will be all gentlemen born.

 Clown

                             You are well met, sir. You denied to fight with me

                             this other day, because I was no gentleman born.

                             See you these clothes? say you see them not and

                             think me still no gentleman born: you were best say

                             these robes are not gentlemen born: give me the

                             lie, do, and try whether I am not now a gentleman born.

 AUTOLYCUS

                             I know you are now, sir, a gentleman born.

 Clown

                             Ay, and have been so any time these four hours.

 Shepherd

                             And so have I, boy.

 Clown

                             So you have: but I was a gentleman born before my

                             father; for the king's son took me by the hand, and

                             called me brother; and then the two kings called my

                             father brother; and then the prince my brother and

                             the princess my sister called my father father; and

                             so we wept, and there was the first gentleman-like

                             tears that ever we shed.

 Shepherd

                             We may live, son, to shed many more.

 Clown

                             Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so

                             preposterous estate as we are.

 AUTOLYCUS

                             I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the

                             faults I have committed to your worship and to give

                             me your good report to the prince my master.

 Shepherd

                             Prithee, son, do; for we must be gentle, now we are

                             gentlemen.

 Clown

                             Thou wilt amend thy life?

 AUTOLYCUS

                             Ay, an it like your good worship.

 Clown

                             Give me thy hand: I will swear to the prince thou

                             art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia.

 Shepherd

                             You may say it, but not swear it.

 Clown

                             Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors and

                             franklins say it, I'll swear it.

 Shepherd

                             How if it be false, son?

 Clown

                             If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear

                             it in the behalf of his friend: and I'll swear to

                             the prince thou art a tall fellow of thy hands and

                             that thou wilt not be drunk; but I know thou art no

                             tall fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt be

                             drunk: but I'll swear it, and I would thou wouldst

                             be a tall fellow of thy hands.

 AUTOLYCUS

                             I will prove so, sir, to my power.

 Clown

                             Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: if I do not

                             wonder how thou darest venture to be drunk, not

                             being a tall fellow, trust me not. Hark! the kings

                             and the princes, our kindred, are going to see the

                             queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy

                             good masters.

                             [Exeunt]