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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:
Shepherd:
Well, let us to the king: there is that in this
fardel will make him scratch his beard.
AUTOLYCUS:
Clown:
Pray heartily he be at palace.
AUTOLYCUS:
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