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CLOWN

Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a great matter.

AUTOLYCUS
I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta’en from me, and
these detestable things put [60] upon me.

CLOWN
What, by a horseman, or a footman?

AUTOLYCUS
A footman, sweet sir, a footman.

CLOWN

Indeed, he should be a footman by the garments he has left with thee: if this
be a horseman’s coat, it hath [65] seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand,
I’ll help thee: come, lend me thy hand.

AUTOLYCUS
O, good sir, tenderly, O!

CLOWN
Alas, poor soul!

AUTOLYCUS
O, good sir, softly, good sir! I fear, sir, my [70] shoulderblade is out.

CLOWN
How now? canst stand?

AUTOLYCUS

Softly, dear sir (Picks his pocket); good sir, softly. You ha’ done me a
charitable office.

CLOWN
Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee. [75]