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1 To be by oath enjoin'd to this.) Farewel!

The day frowns more and more; thou art like to

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- Enter an old: Shepherd.

Would there were no age between ten and three and twenty, or that youth would fleep out the reft: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, ftealing, fighting hark you now! would any but these boil'd brains of nineteen, and two and twenty, hunt this weather? They have fcar'd away two of my beft fheep, which, I fear, the wolf will fooner find than the mafter; if any where I have them, 'tis by the fea-fide, brouzing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we here! [Taking up the child.] Mercy on's a bearne! a very pretty bearne! a boy, or a child, I wonder! a pretty one, a very pretty one; fure, fome 'fcape: tho' I am not bookish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the 'fcape. This has been fome ftair-work, fome trunkwork, fome behind-door-work: they were warmer that got this, than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for pity, yet I'll tarry 'till my fon come: he hollow'd but even now; Whoa, ho-hoa!

Clo. Hilloa, loa !

Enter Clown.

Shep. What, art fo near? if thou'lt fee a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail'ft thou, man?

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Clo. I have seen two fuch fights, by fea and by land; but I am not to say, it is a fea; for it is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.

Shep. Why, boy, how is it? :

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Clo. I would, you did but see how it chases, how it rages, how it takes up the fhore; but that's not to the point; oh, the most piteous cry of the poor fouls, fometimes to fee 'em, and not to fee 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast, and anon fwallow'd with yeft and froth, as you'd thruft a cork into a hogfhead. And then for the land-ferviceto see how the bear tore out his fhoulder-bone, how he cry'd to me for help, and faid, his name was Antigonus, a nobleman. But to make an end of the ship, to see how the sea flap-dragon'd it. But firft, how the poor fouls roar'd, and the fea mock'd them. And how the poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mock'd him; both roaring louder than the fea, or weather.

Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy?

Clo. Now, now, I have not wink'd fince I saw these fights; the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half din'd on the gentleman; he's at it now. Shep. 'Would, I had been by to have help'd the old man.

Clo. I would, you had been by the ship-fide, to have help'd her; there your charity would have lack'd footing[Afide.

Shep. Heavy matters, heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyfelf; thou meet'ft with things dying, I with things new born. Here's a fight for thee; look thee, a bearing-cloth for a fquire's child! look thee here; take up, take up, boy, open't; fo, let's fee it was told me, I should be rich by the fairies. This is fome changling: open't; what's within, boy?

Clo. You're a mad old man; if the fins of your


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youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!


Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and will prove fo. Up with it, keep it clofe: home, home, the next way. We are lucky, boy; and to be fo ftill, requires nothing but fecrefy. Let my fheep go: come, good a boy, the next way home.

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Clo. Go you the next way with your findings, I'll go fee if the Bear be gone from the gentleman; and how much he hath eaten they are never curft but when they are hungry: if there be any of him left, I'll bury it.

Shep. That's a good deed. If thou may'ft difcern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to th' fight of him.

Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i'th' ground.

Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't. [Exeunt.

Enter Time, as Chorus.

Time. I, that please fome, try all, both joy and


Of good and bad, that make and unfold error;
Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
To ufe my wings. Impute it not a crime
To me, or my fwift paffage, that I flide
O'er fixteen years, and leave the gulf untry'd
Of that wide gap; fince it is in my power
To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour

To plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass
The fame I am, ere ancient'ft order was,

Or what is now receiv'd. I witness to
The times, that brought them in; fo fhall I do
To th' freshest things now reigning, and make stale
The gliftering of this present, as my tale

Now feems to it: your patience this allowing,
I turn my glass; and give my scene such growing,
As you had flept between. Leontes leaving


Th' effects of his fond jealoufies, fo grieving
That he fhuts up himself; imagine me,
Gentle fpectators, that I now may be
In fair Bohemia; and remember well,

I mention here a fon o'th' King's whom Florizel
I now name to you; and with speed so pace
To fpeak of Perdita, now grown in grace
Equal with wondring. What of her ensues,
I lift not prophefy. But let Time's news

Be known, when 'tis brought forth. A fhepherd's daughter,

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And what to her adheres, which follows after,
Is th' argument of time; of this allow, sa
If ever you have fpent time worse ere now:
If never, yet that Time himself doth say,
He wishes earnestly, you never may.


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Pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate 'tis a fickness denying thee any thing, a death to

grant this.

Cam. It is fifteen years fince I faw my country; though I have for the most part been aired abroad, I defire to lay my bones there. Befides, the penitent King, my mafter, hath fent for me; to whofe feeling forrows I might be fome allay, or I o'erween to think fo, which is another fpur to my departure.

Pol. As thou lov'ft me, Camillo, wipe not out the reft of thy fervices by leaving me now; the need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath made: better


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not to have had thee, than thus to want thee. Thou having made me businesses, which none, without thee, can fufficiently manage, muft either ftay to execute them thyfelf, or take away with thee the very fervices thou haft done; which if I have not enough confider'd, (as too much I cannot,) to be more thankful to thee fhall be my ftudy; and my profit therein, the reaping friendships. Of that fatal country Sicilia, pr'ythee, speak no more; whofe very naming punishes me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'ft him, and reconciled King my brother, whose loss of his moft precious Queen and children are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when faw'it thou the Prince Florizel my fon? Kings are no lefs unhappy, their iffue not being gracious, than they are in losing them, when they have approved their virtues.

Cam. Sir, it is three days fince I faw the Prince; what his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I have (miffing him) noted, he is of late much retired from court, and is lefs frequent to his princely exercises than formerly he hath appear'd.

Pol. I have confider'd fo much, Camillo, and with fome care fo far, that I have eyes under my service, which look upon his removednefs; from whom I have this intelligence, that he is feldom from the house of a moft homely fhepherd; a man, they fay, that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unfpeakable eftate.

Cam. I have heard, Sir, of fuch a man, who hath a daughter of moft rare note; the report of her is extended more than can be thought to begin from fuch a cottage.

Pol. That's likewife a part of my intelligence; but, I fear, the Angle that plucks our fon thither. Thou fhalt accompany us to the place, where we will (not) appearing what we are) have fome queftion with the fhepherd; from whofe fimplicity, I think it not un


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