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Page 49
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 blessed in this man, as I may say, even blessed.
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 I. Sicilia. A Room in the palace of LEONTES.
[Enter LEONTES, CLEOMENES, DION, PAULINA, and others.]
CLEOMENES.
Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd
A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make
Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down
More penitence than done trespass: at the last,
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil;
With them, forgive yourself.
LEONTES.
Whilst I remember
Her and her virtues, I cannot forget
My blemishes in them; and so still think of
The wrong I did myself: which was so much
That heirless it hath made my kingdom, and
Destroy'd the sweet'st companion that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of.
PAULINA.
True, too true, my lord;
If, one by one, you wedded all the world,
Or from the all that are took something good,
To make a perfect woman, she you kill'd
Would be unparallel'd.
LEONTES.
I think so.--Kill'd!
She I kill'd! I did so: but thou strik'st me
Sorely, to say I did: it is as bitter
Upon thy tongue as in my thought: now, good now,
Say so but seldom.
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