We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son,
Nor shall [appear in Sicilia.]
Cam. My lord,
Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes
Do all lie there: it shall be so my care
To have you royally appointed as if
The scene you play were [mine]. For instance, sir,
That you may know you shall not want, one word. [[They talk aside].
Re-enter Autolycus.
Aut. Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his