Page 839 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

I am a poor fellow, sir.

CAMILLO
Why, be so still; here’s nobody will steal that from thee: yet for the outside of
thy poverty we must make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly, −
[625] thou must think there’s a necessity in ’t − and change garments with
this gentleman: though the pennyworth on his side be the worst, yet hold

thee, there’s some boot.

AUTOLYCUS
I am a poor fellow, sir. (Aside) I know ye well enough. [630]

CAMILLO
Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half flayed already.

AUTOLYCUS
Are you in earnest, sir? (Aside) I smell the trick on’t.

FLORIZEL
Dispatch, I prithee. [635]

AUTOLYCUS
Indeed, I have had earnest; but I cannot with conscience take it.

CAMILLO

Unbuckle, unbuckle.
(Florizel and Autolycus exchange garments)
Fortunate mistress, − let my prophecy
Come home to ye! − you must retire yourself [640]
Into some covert: take your sweetheart’s hat

And pluck it o’er your brows, muffle your face,
Dismantle you, and (as you can) disliken
The truth of your own seeming; that you may

(For I do fear eyes over) to shipboard [645]
Get undescried.

PERDITA