_Cam._ I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a daughter of most rare note: the report of her is extended more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage. 40 _Pol._ That's likewise part of my intelligence; but, I fear, the angle that plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompany us to the place; where we will, not appearing what we are, have some question with the shepherd; from whose simplicity I think it not uneasy to get the cause of 45 my son's resort thither. Prithee, be my present partner in this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia. _Cam._ I willingly obey your command. _Pol._ My best Camillo! We must disguise ourselves. [_Exeunt._ LINENOTES: SCENE II.] Scena Secunda. Ff. The palace of Polixenes.]? Court of Bohemia. Pope. A room in Polixenes' Palace. Capell. [3] _fifteen_] _sixteen_ Hanmer. [12] _businesses_] _business_ Rowe (ed. 2). [17] _my_] _thy_ Long MS. [17, 18] _heaping friendships_] _heaping friendship_ Hanmer. _reaping friendships_ Warburton. [28] _missingly_] (_missingly_) Ff. _musingly_ Hanmer. _missing him_ Warburton. [32] _care; so far,_] Capell. _care, so farre,_ F1 F2 F3. _care so far,_ F4. [41] _part_] _a part_ Theobald. [41, 42] _but, I fear, the angle_] _but (I fear) the Angle_ Ff. _and, I fear, the Engle_ Theobald, _and, I fear, the angle_ Hanmer. _but, I fear the angle_ Steevens. [46] _thither_] _thether_ F1. [49] Exeunt.] Rowe. Exit. Ff. SCENE III. _A road near the_ Shepherd's _cottage_. _Enter_ AUTOLYCUS, _singing_. When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, 5 With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lyra chants, With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay, 10 Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay. I have served Prince Florizel and in my time wore three-pile; but now I am out of service: But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? 15 The pale moon shines by night: And when I wander here and there, I then do most go right. If tinkers may have leave to live, And bear the sow-skin budget, 20 Then my account I well may give, And in the stocks avouch it.