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melancholy and air himself: for, if thou bee’st capable of things serious, thou
          must know the king is full of grief.



              SHEPHERD
          So ’tis said, sir; about his son, that should have [755] married a shepherd’s
          daughter.



              AUTOLYCUS
          If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly: the curses he shall have, the

          tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.



              CLOWN
          Think you so, sir? [760]



              AUTOLYCUS
          Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy and vengeance bitter; but
          those that are germane to him, though removed fifty times, shall all come
          under the hangman: which, though it be great pity, yet it is necessary. An old

          sheep-whistling  rogue,  a  ram-tender,  to  [765]  offer  to  have  his  daughter
          come into grace! Some say he shall be stoned; but that death is too soft for
          him,  say  I.  Draw  our  throne  into  a  sheepcote!  All  deaths  are  too  few,  the
          sharpest too easy.



              CLOWN
          Has the old man e’er a son, sir, do you hear, and ’t [770] like you, sir?




              AUTOLYCUS
          He has a son, who shall be flayed alive, then ’nointed over with honey, set on
          the head of a wasps’ nest, then stand till he be three quarters and a dram
          dead; then recovered again with aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion; [775]
          then, raw as he is, and in the hottest day prognostication proclaims, shall he

          be set against a brick wall, the sun looking with a southward eye upon him,
          where he is to behold him, with flies blown to death. But what talk we of
          these  traitorly  rascals,  whose  miseries  are  to  be  smiled  [780]  at,  their
          offences  being  so  capital?  Tell  me  (for  you  seem  to  be  honest  plain  men)

          what you have to the king: being something gently considered, I’ll bring you
          where he is aboard, tender your persons to his presence, whisper him in your
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