Now, had I not the dash of my former life in me, would preferment drop on my head.
If I wanted to be honest, I see Fortune would not suffer me: she drops booties in my mouth.
Autolycus · Act 5, Scene 2
Autolycus, the rogue peddler, reflects on his own nature—that even when he tries to do good, his past dishonesty pulls him toward profit. The line is funny and sad at once, a thief's honest assessment that character is harder to change than circumstance. His transformation by the end of the play is not redemption but adaptation.
You are well met, sir. You denied to fight with me this other day, because I was no gentleman born. See you these clothes? say you see them not and think me still no gentleman born: you were best say these robes are not gentlemen born: give me the lie, do, and try whether I am not now a gentleman born.
Good to see you, sir. You refused to fight me the other day because I wasn’t a gentleman by birth. Do you see these clothes? If you say you don’t, then think of me as still not a gentleman by birth: you’d better say these robes aren’t of gentlemen by birth: go ahead, insult me, and see if I’m not a gentleman now.
The Clown · Act 5, Scene 2
The Clown, now a gentleman by virtue of the Shepherd's newfound rank, confronts Autolycus and asserts his changed status through his clothes and manner. The line lands because it shows how quickly identity can shift in this play—the Clown has been transformed not by birth or merit but by circumstance and grace. It is the play's gentle joke about how social rank is theater, and clothes make the man.