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that he knew, I warrant him.

CLOWN
How do you now?

AUTOLYCUS
Sweet sir, much better than I was: I can stand, [105] and walk: I will even
take my leave of you, and pace softly towards my kinsman’s.

CLOWN
Shall I bring thee on the way?

AUTOLYCUS
No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir.

CLOWN
Then fare-thee-well: I must go buy spices for our [110] sheep-shearing.

Exit.

AUTOLYCUS
Prosper you, sweet sir! Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice.
I’ll be with you at your sheep-shearing too: if I make not this cheat bring out
another, and the shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled, [115] and my

name put in the book of virtue!

Song.
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad tires in a mile-a. [120]
Exit.

Scene IV IT

Enter Florizel (and) Perdita (followed, at a little distance, by) Shepherd,
Clown; Polixenes, Camillo (disguised); Mopsa, Dorcas, Servants (Shepherds