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 anything 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-odour from me? reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? Think’st 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.
CLOWN.
Advocate’s the court-word for a pheasant. Say you have none.