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 25 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 thought of it. A prize! a prize! 30 _Enter_ Clown. _Clo._ Let me see: every 'leven wether tods; every tod yields pound and odd shilling; fifteen hundred shorn, what comes the wool to? _Ant._ [_Aside_] If the springe hold, the cock's mine. _Clo._ I cannot do't without counters. Let me see; what 35 am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of sugar; five pound of currants; rice--what will this sister of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me four and twenty nosegays for the shearers, three-man song-men 40 all, and very good ones; but they are most of them means and bases; but one puritan amongst them, and he sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron to colour the warden pies; mace; dates, none, that's out of my note; nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger, but that I may 45 beg; four pound of prunes, and as many of raisins o' the sun. _Ant._ O that ever I was born! [_Grovelling on the ground._ _Clo._ I' the name of me-- _Ant._ O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags; and then, death, death! 50 _Clo._ Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee, rather than have these off. _Ant._ O sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me more than the stripes I have received, which are mighty ones and millions. 55 _Clo._ Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a great matter. _Ant._ I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things put upon me. _Clo._ What, by a horseman, or a footman? 60 _Ant._ A footman, sweet sir, a footman. _Clo._ Indeed, he should be a footman by the garments he has left with thee: if this be a horseman's coat, it hath seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand. 65 _Ant._ O, good sir, tenderly, O! _Clo._ Alas, poor soul! _Ant._ O, good sir, softly, good sir! I fear, sir, my shoulder-blade is out. _Clo._ How now! canst stand? 70 _Ant._ Softly, dear sir [_picks his pocket_]; good sir, softly. You ha' done me a charitable office.