_Aut._ A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us 705 soldiers the lie: but we pay them for it with stamped coin, not stabbing steel; therefore they do not give us the lie. _Clo._ Your worship had like to have given us one, if you had not taken yourself with the manner. _Shep._ Are you a courtier, an't like you, sir? 710 _Aut._ Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? hath not my gait in it the measure of the court? receives not thy nose court-odour from me? reflect I not on thy baseness court-contempt? Thinkest thou, for that I insinuate, or 715 toaze from thee thy business, I am therefore no courtier? I am courtier cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or pluck back thy business there: whereupon I command thee to open thy affair. _Shep._ My business, sir, is to the king. 720 _Aut._ What advocate hast thou to him? _Shep._ I know not, an't like you. _Clo._ Advocate's the court-word for a pheasant: say you have none. _Shep._ None, sir; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen. 725 _Aut._ How blessed are we that are not simple men! Yet nature might have made me as these are, Therefore I will not disdain. _Clo._ This cannot be but a great courtier. _Shep._ His garments are rich, but he wears them not 730 handsomely. _Clo._ He seems to be the more noble in being fantastical: a great man, I'll warrant; I know by the picking on's teeth, _Aut._ The fardel there? what's i' the fardel? Wherefore that box? 735 _Shep._ Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box, which none must know but the king; and which he shall know within this hour, if I may come to the speech of him. _Aut._ Age, thou hast lost thy labour. _Shep._ Why, sir? 740 _Aut._ The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a new ship to purge melancholy and air himself: for, if thou beest capable of things serious, thou must know the king is full of grief. _Shep._ So 'tis said, sir; about his son, that should have 745 married a shepherd's daughter. _Aut._ If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly: the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster. _Clo._ Think you so, sir? 750