Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. If Tinkers may haue leaue to liue,
Pol. and beare the Sow‑skin Bowget,
Pol. Then my account I well may giue,
Pol. and in the Stockes auouch‑it.
Pol. My Trafficke is sheetes: when the Kite builds, looke to
Pol. lesser Linnen. My Father nam’d me Autolicus, who be
Pol. ing (as I am) lytter’d vnder Mercurie, was likewise a
Pol. snapper‑vp of vnconsidered trifles: With Dye and drab,
Pol. I purchas’d this Caparison, and my Reuennew is the silly
Pol. Cheate. Gallowes, and Knocke, are too powerfull on
Pol. the Highway. Beating and hanging are terrors to mee:
Pol. For the life to come, I sleepe out the thought of it. A
Pol. prize, a prize.
Pol. Enter Clowne.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Let me see, euery Leauen‑weather toddes, euery
Clo. tod yeeldes pound and odde shilling: fifteene hundred
Clo. shorne, what comes the wooll too?
Aut. Aut.
Aut. If the sprindge hold, the Cocke’s mine.