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She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
To most that teach.

PERDITA
Your pardon, sir; for this
I’ll blush you thanks.

FLORIZEL
My prettiest Perdita!

But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
Preserver of my father, now of me, [580]
The medicine of our house, how shall we do?
We are not furnish’d like Bohemia’s son,

Nor shall appear in Sicilia.

CAMILLO
My lord,
Fear none of this. I think you know my fortunes
Do all lie there: it shall be so my care [585]
To have you royally appointed, as if

The scene you play were mine. For instance, sir,
That you may know you shall not want, − one word.
(They talk aside)

Enter Autolycus.

AUTOLYCUS
Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple

gentleman! I have sold all my [590] trumpery: not a counterfeit stone, not a
ribbon, glass, pomander, brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove, shoe-
tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from fasting: they throng who should

buy first, as if my trinkets had been hallowed and brought a benediction to
the buyer: by [595] which means I saw whose purse was best in picture; and
what I saw, to my good use I remembered. My clown (who wants but
something to be a reasonable man) grew so in love with the wenches’ song,
that he would not stir his pettitoes till he had both tune and words; which so

[600] drew the rest of the herd to me, that all their other senses stuck in
ears: you might have pinched a placket, it was senseless; ’twas nothing to