[Takes off his false beard]
How now, rustics! whither are you bound?
Shepherd To the palace, an it like your worship.
AUTOLYCUS Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition
of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your
names, your ages, of what having, breeding, and any
thing that is fitting to be known, discover.
Clown We are but plain fellows, sir.
AUTOLYCUS A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no
lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they
often give us soldiers the lie: but we pay them for
it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore
they do not give us the lie.
Clown Your worship had like to have given us one, if you
had not taken yourself with the manner.
Shepherd Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir?
AUTOLYCUS Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest
thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings?
hath not my gait in it the measure of the court?
receives not thy nose court-odor from me? reflect I
not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou,
for that I insinuate, or toaze from thee thy
business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier
cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or pluck
back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to
open thy affair.
Shepherd My business, sir, is to the king.
AUTOLYCUS What advocate hast thou to him?
Shepherd I know not, an't like you.
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