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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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SCENE II. Changes to the Country.

Enter Autolicus singing.

When daffadils begin to peere,
  With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,
3 note



Why, then come in the sweet o'th' year;
  'Fore the red blood reins-in the winter pale.

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The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
  With, hey! the sweet birds, O how they sing!
Doth set my (a) noteprogging tooth on edge:
  For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
The lark, that tirra-lyra chants,
  With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay:
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?
  The pale moon shines by night:
And when I wander here and there,
  I then do go most right.
If tinkers may have leave to live,
  And bear the sow-skin budget;
Then my account I well may give,
  And in the stocks avouch it.

My traffick is sheets; when the kite builds, look to lesser linnen. 4 noteMy father nam'd me Autolicus, being litter'd under Mercury; who, as I am, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsider'd trifles: with die and drab, I purchas'd this caparison; and 5 notemy revenue

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is the silly cheat. Gallows, and knock, are too powerful on the high-way; beating and hanging are terrors to me: for the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it.—A prize! a prize!

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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
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