SHEPHERD.
Go to, then.
CLOWN.
She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh and blood has not offended the king; and so your flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show those things you found about her, those secret things, all but what she has with her: this being done, let the law go whistle, I warrant you.
SHEPHERD.
I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his son’s pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make me the king’s brother-in-law.
CLOWN.
Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you could have been to him, and then your blood had been the dearer by I know how much an ounce.
AUTOLYCUS.
[Aside.] Very wisely, puppies!
SHEPHERD.
Well, let us to the king: there is that in this fardel will make him scratch his beard.
AUTOLYCUS.
[Aside.] I know not what impediment this complaint may be to the flight of my master.
CLOWN.
Pray heartily he be at’ palace.
AUTOLYCUS.
[Aside.] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance. Let me pocket up my pedlar’s excrement. [Takes off his false beard.] How now, rustics! whither are you bound?
SHEPHERD.
To the palace, an it like your worship.