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'tis a sickness denying thee any thing, a death to grant this.
Cam. It is fifteen years fince 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 forrows I might be some allay, or I o’erween to think so, which is another spur to my departure.
Pol. As thou lov'it 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 : béttir not to have had thee, than thus to want thee. Thou having made me businefies, which r.one, 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 be my study; and my profit therein, the heaping friendships. of that fatal country Sicilia, prythee, speak no more; whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou call’ft 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 faw'st thou the Prince Florizel my son? Kings are no less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they are in losing them, when they N 3
what his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown : but I have (miffingly) noted, he is of late much retired from court, and is less frequent to his princely exercises tha'n formerly he hath appear’d.
Pol. I have confider'd so much, Camillo, and with fome 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 fay, that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable ettate.
Can. I have heard, Sir, of such a man, who hath a daughter of moft rare note; the report of her is extended more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.
Pol. (22) That's likewise a part of my intelligence; and, I fear, the engle that plucks our fon thither. Thou fhalt accompany us to the place, where we will (not appearing what we are) have some question with the thepherd; from whose fimplicity, I think it not uneasy to get the cause of my son's resort thither. Pr'ythee, be my present partner in this business, and lay aside the shoughts of Sicilia,
Cam. I willingly obey your command.
(22) That's likewisepart of my intelligence; but I fear, Ibe angle. x) ai plucks our fon bieber.] The disjun&tive here, I think, makes 11:37k nonsense of the context: and the editors have palm'd an allusion in the word angle, which seems foreign to the sense of the passage. As, before, in the Taming of the Shrew, angel is mistakenly put for Engle: To, I fufpect, angle, by the same easy corruption, is here. I have there prov'd the use and meaning of the word. I'll proceed briefly to justify the emendation I have here made, by shewing how Daturally it falls in with the sense we should expect. Camillo had just told the King, he had heard of such a fhepherd, and of a daughter he: bad of most rare note. Ay, replies the King, that's a part of my in, til gence too ; and, I fear, [tbat daugbter is] the firen, ibe decoy, the Invitation, that plucks aur fon tbitker.
SCENE changes to the Country.
Enter Autolicus, finging.
With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,
With, hey! the sweet birds, how they fing!
For a quart of ale is a dish for a King.
With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay:
While we lie tumbling in the hay. I have served Prince Florizel, and in my time wore threepile, but now I am out of service.
But shall I go mourn for that, my dear
The pale moon shines by night:
I then do go moft right.
have leave to live, And bear the fow-fkin budget ; Then my account I well nay give;
And in the stocks avouch. it. My traffick is sheets; when the kite builds, look to Lesser linen. (23) My father nam’d me Autolicus, being litter'd under Mercury; who, as I am, was likewise: a snapper-up of unconfider'd trifles: with die and drab,
(23) My fatber nam'd me Autolicus, wbo being, as I am, litter'd ainder Mercury, was likewise a snapper up of unconsidered trifles.] TheNight transposition I have ventur'd to make of four short monofylla. bles in this passage, was prescrib'd by my ingenious friend Mr. Wareburton. 'The Poet's meaning seems to be this. My father nam'd me Autolicus, because I was born under Mercury; who was a thief, as I am, The allusion is, unquestionably, to this passage in Ovid;
Alipedis de ftirpe dei versuta propago
I purchas'd this caparison, and my revenue is the filly cheat. Gallows, and knock, are too powerful on the high-way; 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. Clo. Let me see,-Every eleven weather tods, every tod yields pound and odd shilling; fifteen hundred fhorn, what comes the wool to ?
Aut. If the sprindge hold, the cock's mine.- [ Afide.
Clo. I cannot do't without compters. Let me see, what am I to buy for our Theep-fhearing 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 thearers ; (24) three-man song-men all, and very good ones, but they are most of them means and bases; but one puritan among them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have faffron to colour the warden-pies, mace-dates--none-that's out of my note : nutmegs, deven; a race or two of ginger, but that I may beg; four pound of prunes, and as many raisins o'th' sun.
Aut.Oh, that ever I was born! [Groveling on the ground. Clo. I'th' name of me
The true Aulglycus was the son of Mercury; our fictitious one, bors onder his planet: the first a copy of his father; the other, fuppos’d to derive his qualities from natal predominance. To this Autolycus, the fun of Mercury, Martial has alluded in the 8th Book of his Epigrams.
Non fuit Autolyci tam piceata manus.
(24) Three-man Songmen all, and very good ones.) By a tbree-man fungfer we are to understand, a singer of catches; which catches were then, and are now most commonly, in tbree parts. So our Author, ia fecond part of King Henry IV ;
Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.
This is a three-man's laughter.
Aut. Oh, help me, help me: pluck but off these rags, and then death, death
Clo. Alack, poor foul, thou haft need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off.
Aut. Oh, Sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me, more than the stripes I have receiv’d, which are mighty ones, and millions.
Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a great matter.
Äút. I am robbid, Sir, and beaten : my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these deteftable things put upon me,
Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man?
Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the garments he has left with thee; if this be a horse-man's coat, it hath feen very hot service.
Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee. Come, lend me thy hand.
(Helping him up. Aut. Oh! good Sir, tenderly, oh! Clo. Alas, poor soul.
Aut. O good Sir, softly, good Sir: I fear, Sir, my Moulder-blade is out,
Clo. How now ? canst stand ?
Aut. Softly, dear Sir; good Sir, softly; you ha? done me a charitable office.
Clo. Doftlack any money? I have a little money for thee. Aut. No, good sweet Sir; no, I beseech you, Sir; I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto whom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing I want: offer me no money, I pray you ; that kills my heart.
Clo. What manner of fellow was he, that robb’d you?
Aut. A fellow, Sir, that I have known to go about with trol-my-dames : I knew him once a servant of the Prince; I cannot tell, good Sir, for which of his virtues it was, but he was certainly whipp'd out of the court.
Clo. His vices, you would lay; there's no virtue whipp'd out of the court; they cherish it to make it Atay there, and yet it will no more but abide.