Then my account I well may give,
And in the stocks avouch it.
My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to lesser
linen. My father named me [Autolycus; who] being, as I
am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of
unconsidered trifles. With die and drab I purchased [this]
caparison, and my revenue is the [silly] cheat. Gallows and
[knock] are too powerful on the highway: [beating and hanging]
are terrors to me: for the life to come, I sleep out the