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I have serv'd 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, I as 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. Let me seeevery 'leven wether tods; every tod yields pound and odd shilling; fifteen hundred shorn, what comes the wool to? German avouch: garantieren. I cannot do 't without counters. 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 may beg; 'four pound of prunes, and as many of raisins o' the sun'. O, help me, help me! Pluck but off these rags; and then, death, death!
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Alack, poor soul! O sir, the loathsomeness of them offend me more than the stripes I have received, which are mighty ones and millions. Alas, poor man! German bases: Basen, Unterbauten. I am robb'd, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things put upon me. What, by a horseman or a footman? A footman, sweet sir, a footman. 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. O, good sir, tenderly, O! Alas, poor soul! O, good sir, softly, good sir: I fear, sir, my shoulder blade is out. How now! Softly, dear sir! Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee. No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir: I have a kinsman not past three German apparel: Kleidung.
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William Shakespeare 77 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. What manner of fellow was he that robbed you? 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.
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. Vices, I would say, sir. I know this man well: he hath been since an apebearer; 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.
Out upon him! Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue that put me into this apparel. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia; if you had but looked big and spit at him, he'd have run. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I am false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant him. How do you now? 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.
Shall I bring thee on the way? No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir. Then fare thee well: I must go buy spices for our sheep-shearing. Prosper you, sweet sir! 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 enrolled, and my name put in the book of virtue! These your unusual weeds to each part of you German buy: kaufen, einkaufen, Kauf, sich kaufen. This your sheep-shearing Is as a meeting of the petty gods, And you the queen on't. Sir, my gracious lord, To chide at your extremes it not becomes me,-O, pardon that I name them!
But that our feasts In every mess have folly, and the feeders Digest it with a custom, I should blush To see you so attir'd; swoon, I think, To show myself a glass. I bless the time When my good falcon made her flight across Thy father's ground. Now Jove afford you 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. O, 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? Apprehend German afford: erlauben, erlaube, leisten, gestatten, produzieren, erzeugen, erlaubt, erlaubst, hervorbringen. 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 nowtheir 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.
O, but, sir, Your resolution cannot hold when 'tis Oppos'd, as it must be, by the power of the king: One of these two must be necessities, Which then will speak, that you must change this purpose, Or I my life. Thou dearest Perdita, With these forc'd thoughts, I pr'ythee, darken not The mirth o' the feast: or I'll be thine, my fair, Or not my father's; for I cannot be Mine own, nor anything to any, if I be not thine: to this I am most constant, Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle; Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing That you behold the while.
Your guests are coming: Lift up your countenance, as it were the day Of celebration of that nuptial which We two have sworn shall come. German beasts: Tiere. O lady Fortune, Stand you auspicious! See, your guests approach: Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth. Fie, daughter! When my old wife liv'd, upon This day she was both pantler, butler, cook; Both dame and servant; welcom'd all; serv'd all; Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here At upper end o' the table, now i' the middle; On his shoulder, and his; her face o' fire With labour, and the thing she took to quench it She would to each one sip.
You are retir'd, As if you were a feasted one, and not The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid These unknown friends to us welcome, for it is A way to make us better friends, more known. Come, quench your blushes, and present yourself That which you are, mistress o' the feast: come on, And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing, As your good flock shall prosper.
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. And welcome to our shearing! Shepherdess-A fair one are you! Sir, the year growing ancient,-Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter,--the fairest flowers o' the season Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors, Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not To get slips of them. Wherefore, gentle maiden, Do you neglect them? For I have heard it said There is an art which, in their piedness, shares With great creating nature. William Shakespeare 83 That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race.
This is an art Which does mend nature,-- change it rather; but The art itself is nature. So it is. Then make your garden rich in gillyvors, And do not call them bastards. I'll not put The dibble in earth to set one slip of them; No more than were I painted, I would wish This youth should say, 'twere well, and only therefore Desire to breed by me. You're very welcome! I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, And only live by gazing. Out, alas! You'd be so lean that blasts of January Would blow you through and through. What, like a corse?
No; like a bank for love to lie and play on; Not like a corse; or if,--not to be buried, But quick, and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers; Methinks I play as I have seen them do In Whitsun pastorals: sure, this robe of mine Does change my disposition. What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever; when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you German arms: Waffen, Arme, Waffe, Pistole, Knarre, Gewehr.
William Shakespeare 85 A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that; move still, still so, and own No other function: each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens. O Doricles, Your praises are too large: but that your youth, And the true blood which peeps fairly through it, Do plainly give you out an unstained shepherd, With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles, You woo'd me the false way.
I think you have As little skill to fear as I have purpose To put you to't. But, come; our dance, I pray: Your hand, my Perdita; so turtles pair That never mean to part. I'll swear for 'em. This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place. He tells her something That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is The queen of curds and cream. German acts: die Apostelgeschichte, Taten, Apostelgeschichte.
Come on, strike up. Mopsa must be your mistress; marry, garlic, To mend her kissing with! Now, in good time! Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this Which dances with your daughter? They call him Doricles; and boasts himself To have a worthy feeding; but I have it Upon his own report, and I believe it: He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter: I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water as he'll stand, and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think there is not half a kiss to choose Who loves another best.
She dances featly. So she does anything; though I report it, That should be silent; if young Doricles German boasts: prahlt. William Shakespeare 87 Do light upon her, she shall bring him that Which he not dreams of. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings several tunes faster than you'll tell money: he utters them as he had eaten ballads, and all men's ears grew to his tunes.
He could never come better: he shall come in. I love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably. He hath songs for man or woman of all sizes; no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he has the prettiest love-songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is strange; with such delicate burdens of 'dildos' and 'fadings', 'jump her and thump her'; and where some stretch-mouth'd rascal would, as it were, mean mischief, and break a foul gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer 'Whoop, do me no harm, good man',--puts him off, slights him, with 'Whoop, do me no harm, good man.
This is a brave fellow. Believe me, thou talkest of an admirable conceited fellow. Has he any unbraided wares? Pr'ythee bring him in; and let him approach singing. Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in his tunes. You have of these pedlars that have more in them than you'd think, sister. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry: Come, buy. 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. I was promis'd them against the feast; but they come not too late now. He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars. He hath paid you all he promised you: may be he has paid you more,--which will shame you to give him again.
Is there no manners left among maids? 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? Clamour your tongues, and not a word more. I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry lace, and a pair of sweet gloves. Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the way, and lost all my money?
And indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore it behoves men to be wary. Fear not thou, man; thou shalt lose nothing here. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels of charge. What hast here? Pray now, buy some: I love a ballad in print a-life; for then we are sure they are true. Here's one to a very doleful tune. How a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a burden, and how she long'd to eat adders' heads and toads carbonadoed.
Is it true, think you? Very true; and but a month old. Bless me from marrying a usurer! Here's the midwife's name to't, one Mistress Taleporter, and five or six honest wives that were present. Why should I carry lies abroad? Pray you now, buy it. Come on, lay it by; and let's first see more ballads; we'll buy the other things anon. Here's another ballad, of a fish that appeared upon the coast on Wednesday the fourscore 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. Is it true too, think you? German adders: Vipern, Otter. Five justices' hands at it; and witnesses more than my pack will hold. Lay it by too: another. This is a merry ballad; but a very pretty one. Let's have some merry ones. Why, this is a passing merry one, and goes to the tune of 'Two maids wooing a man. We can both sing it: if thou'lt bear a part thou shalt hear; 'tis in three parts. We had the tune on't a month ago. I can bear my part; you must know 'tis my occupation: have at it with you.
Get you hence, for I must go Where it fits not you to know. O, whither?
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German ballad: Ballade. It becomes thy oath full well Thou to me thy secrets tell. Me too! Let me go thither. If to either, thou dost ill. What, neither? Thou hast sworn it more to me; Then whither goest? We'll have this song out anon by ourselves; my father and the gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll not trouble them. William Shakespeare 93 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 fin'st, fin'st wear-a? Come to the pedlar; Money's a meddler That doth utter all men's ware-a. Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swineherds, that have made themselves all men of hair; they call themselves saltiers: and they have dance which the wenches say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are not in't; but they themselves are o' the mind if it be not too rough for some that know little but bowling it will please plentifully.
You weary those that refresh us: pray, let's see these four threes of herdsmen. One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath danced before the king; and not the worst of the three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squire. Leave your prating: since these good men are pleased, let them come in; but quickly now. German bowling: Bowling. They dance, and then exeunt. O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter. Your heart is full of something that does take Your mind from feasting.
Sooth, when I was young And handed love as you do, I was wont To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd The pedlar's silken treasury and have pour'd it To her acceptance; you have let him go, And nothing marted with him. If your lass Interpretation should abuse, and call this Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited For a reply, at least if you make a care Of happy holding her.
Old sir, I know She prizes not such trifles as these are: The gifts she looks from me are pack'd and lock'd Up in my heart; which I have given already, But not deliver'd. William Shakespeare 95 Or Ethiopian's tooth, or the fann'd snow that's bolted By the northern blasts twice o'er. What follows this?
Do, and be witness to't. And this my neighbour, too? And he, and more Than he, and men,--the earth, the heavens, and all:-That,--were I crown'd the most imperial monarch, Thereof most worthy; were I the fairest youth That ever made eye swerve; had force and knowledge More than was ever man's,--I would not prize them Without her love: for her employ them all; Commend them, and condemn them to her service, Or to their own perdition.
Fairly offer'd. This shows a sound affection. But, my daughter, Say you the like to him? I cannot speak So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better: By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out The purity of his. Take hands, a bargain! O, that must be I' the virtue of your daughter: one being dead, I shall have more than you can dream of yet; Enough then for your wonder: but come on, Contract us 'fore these witnesses. Come, your hand;-And, daughter, yours. Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you; Have you a father?
I have; but what of him? Knows he of this? He neither does nor shall. Methinks a father German awhile: eine Weile. William Shakespeare 97 Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest That best becomes the table. Pray you, once more; Is not your father grown incapable Of reasonable affairs? Know man from man? Lies he not bed-rid? No, good sir; He has his health, and ampler strength indeed Than most have of his age. By my white beard, You offer him, if this be so, a wrong Something unfilial: reason my son Should choose himself a wife; but as good reason The father,--all whose joy is nothing else But fair posterity,--should hold some counsel In such a business.
I yield all this; But, for some other reasons, my grave sir, Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint My father of this business. Let him know't. He shall not. Pr'ythee let him. No, he must not. Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice. Come, come, he must not. O, my heart! I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and made More homely than thy state. For thee, fond boy,-If I may ever know thou dost but sigh That thou no more shalt see this knack,--as never I mean thou shalt,--we'll bar thee from succession; Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin, Far than Deucalion offmark thou my words: German acknowledged: erkannte an, erkanntet an, erkanntest an, erkannten an, anerkannt, renommiert.
Even here undone! I was not much afeard: for once or twice I was about to speak, and tell him plainly The self-same sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike. I told you what would come of this! Beseech you, Of your own state take care: this dream of mine, Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch further, But milk my ewes, and weep.
Why, how now, father! Speak ere thou diest. I cannot speak, nor think, Nor dare to know that which I know. If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd To die when I desire. Why look you so upon me? I am but sorry, not afeard; delay'd, But nothing alt'red: what I was, I am: More straining on for plucking back; not following My leash unwillingly. Gracious, my lord, You know your father's temper: at this time He will allow no speech,--which I do guess You do not purpose to him,--and as hardly Will he endure your sight as yet, I fear: Then, till the fury of his highness settle, Come not before him.
I not purpose it.
I think Camillo? Even he, my lord. German cursed: verflucht, verdammt, verteufelt, verfluchte, verflixt. How often have I told you 'twould be thus! How often said my dignity would last But till 'twere known! It cannot fail but by The violation of my faith; and then Let nature crush the sides o' the earth together And mar the seeds within! Be advis'd. I am,--and by my fancy; if my reason Will thereto be obedient, I have reason; If not, my senses, better pleas'd with madness, Do bid it welcome.
This is desperate, sir. So call it: but it does fulfil my vow: I needs must think it honesty. This you may know, And so deliver,--I am put to sea With her, who here I cannot hold on shore; And, most opportune to her need, I have A vessel rides fast by, but not prepar'd For this design. What course I mean to hold Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor Concern me the reporting. O, my lord, I would your spirit were easier for advice, Or stronger for your need.
Hark, Perdita. He's irremovable, Resolv'd for flight. Now were I happy if His going I could frame to serve my turn; Save him from danger, do him love and honour; Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia And that unhappy king, my master, whom I so much thirst to see. Now, good Camillo, I am so fraught with curious business that I leave out ceremony. Sir, I think You have heard of my poor services, i' the love That I have borne your father? Very nobly Have you deserv'd: it is my father's music To speak your deeds; not little of his care To have them recompens'd as thought on.
Well, my lord, If you may please to think I love the king, And, through him, what's nearest to him, which is Your gracious self, embrace but my direction,-If your more ponderous and settled project May suffer alteration,--on mine honour, I'll point you where you shall have such receiving As shall become your highness; where you may Enjoy your mistress,--from the whom, I see, There's no disjunction to be made, but by, As heavens forfend! How, Camillo, May this, almost a miracle, be done? That I may call thee something more than man, And, after that, trust to thee. German borne: getragen.
Have you thought on A place whereto you'll go? Not any yet; But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do; so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. Then list to me: This follows,--if you will not change your purpose, But undergo this flight,--make for Sicilia; And there present yourself and your fair princess,-For so, I see, she must be,--'fore Leontes: She shall be habited as it becomes The partner of your bed. Methinks I see Leontes opening his free arms, and weeping His welcomes forth; asks thee, the son, forgiveness, As 'twere i' the father's person; kisses the hands Of your fresh princess; o'er and o'er divides him 'Twixt his unkindness and his kindness,--the one He chides to hell, and bids the other grow Faster than thought or time.
Worthy Camillo, What colour for my visitation shall I Hold up before him? Sent by the king your father To greet him and to give him comforts.
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William Shakespeare The manner of your bearing towards him, with What you as from your father, shall deliver, Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down; The which shall point you forth at every sitting, What you must say; that he shall not perceive But that you have your father's bosom there, And speak his very heart. I am bound to you: There is some sap in this. A course more promising Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores, most certain To miseries enough: no hope to help you; But as you shake off one to take another: Nothing so certain as your anchors; who Do their best office if they can but stay you Where you'll be loath to be: besides, you know Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
One of these is true: I think affliction may subdue the cheek, But not take in the mind. Yea, say you so? There shall not at your father's house, these seven years Be born another such. My good Camillo, She is as forward of her breeding as She is i' the rear our birth. I cannot say 'tis pity She lacks instruction; for she seems a mistress To most that teach.
Your pardon, sir; for this: I'll blush you thanks. My prettiest Perdita! We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son; Nor shall appear in Sicilia. My lord, Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes Do all lie there: it shall be so my care To have you royally appointed as if The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir, That you may know you shall not want,--one word.
Ha, ha! I have sold all my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a German birth: Geburt, Herkunft. William Shakespeare riband, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoetie, 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 would 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 whoobub 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. Nay, but my letters, by this means being there So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt. Shall satisfy your father. Happy be you! All that you speak shows fair. German admiring: bewundernd. How now, good fellow!
Fear not, man; here's no harm intended to thee. I am a poor fellow, sir. 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. I am a poor fellow, sir:-[Aside. Nay, pr'ythee dispatch: the gentleman is half flay'd already.
Are you in camest, sir? Dispatch, I pr'ythee. Indeed, I have had earnest; but I cannot with conscience take it. Unbuckle, unbuckle. I see the play so lies That I must bear a part. No remedy. Should I now meet my father, He would not call me son. Nay, you shall have no hat. Adieu, sir. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot! Pray you a word. Fortune speed us! The swifter speed the better. I understand the business, I hear itto 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? Sure, the gods do this year connive at us, and we may do anything 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.
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. Nay, but hear me. Go to, then. 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.
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. 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. Well, let us to the king: there is that in this fardel will make him scratch his beard!
Pray heartily he be at palace. German beard: Bart. Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance. Let me pocket up my pedlar's excrement. To the palace, an it like your worship. 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 anything that is fitting to be known? We are but plain fellows, sir.
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. Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the manner. Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir? Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier.