Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cam. Feare none of this: I thinke you know my fortunes
Cam. Doe all lye there: it shall be so my care,
Cam. To haue you royally appointed, as if
Cam. The Scene you play, were mine. For instance Sir,
Cam. That you may know you shall not want: one word.
Cam. Enter Autolicus.
Aut. Aut.
Aut. Ha, ha, what a Foole Honestie is? and Trust (his
Aut. sworne brother) a very simple Gentleman. I haue sold
Aut. all my Tromperie: not a counterfeit Stone, not a Ribbon,
Aut. Glasse, Pomander, Browch, Table‑booke, Ballad, Knife,
Aut. Tape, Gloue, Shooe‑tye, Bracelet, Horne‑Ring, to keepe
Aut. my Pack from fasting: they throng who should buy first,
Aut. as if my Trinkets had beene hallowed, and brought a be
Aut. nediction to the buyer: by which meanes, I saw whose
Aut. Purse was best in Picture; and what I saw, to my good
Aut. vse, I remembred. My Clowne (who wants but some
Aut. thing to be a reasonable man) grew so in loue with the
Aut. Wenches Song, that hee would not stirre his Petty‑toes,
Aut. till he had both Tune and Words, which so drew the rest