_Aut._ I understand the business, I hear it: to have an open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is necessary for a 655 cut-purse; a good nose is requisite also, to smell out work for the other senses. I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive. What an exchange had this been without boot! What a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the gods do this year connive at us, and we may do any thing 660 extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of iniquity, stealing away from his father with his clog at his heels: if I thought it were a piece of honesty to acquaint the king withal, I would not do't: I hold it the more knavery to conceal it; and therein am I constant to my profession. 665 _Re-enter_ Clown _and_ Shepherd. Aside, aside; here is more matter for a hot brain: every lane's end, every shop, church, session, hanging, yields a careful man work. _Clo._ See, see; what a man you are now! There is no other way but to tell the king she's a changeling and none 670 of your flesh and blood. _Shep._ Nay, but hear me. _Clo._ Nay, but hear me. _Shep._ Go to, then. _Clo._ She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh 675 and blood has not offended the king; and so your flesh and blood is not to be punished by him. Show those things you found about her, those secret things, all but what she has with her: this being done, let the law go whistle: I warrant you. 680 _Shep._ I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his son's pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man, neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make me the king's brother-in-law. _Clo._ Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you 685 could have been to him and then your blood had been the dearer by I know how much an ounce. _Aut._ [_Aside_] Very wisely, puppies! _Shep._ Well, let us to the king: there is that in this fardel will make him scratch his beard. 690 _Aut._ [_Aside_] I know not what impediment this complaint may be to the flight of my master. _Clo._ Pray heartily he be at palace. _Aut._ [_Aside_] Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance: let me pocket up my pedlar's 695 excrement. [_Takes off his false beard._] How now, rustics! whither are you bound? _Shep._ To the palace, an it like your worship. _Aut._ Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your names, 700 your ages, of what having, breeding, and any thing that is fitting to be known, discover. _Clo._ We are but plain fellows, sir.