To look that way thou wert.

Leo. Go on, go on:

Thou canst not fpeak too much; I have deferv'd

All tongues to talk their bitterest.

Lord. Say no more;

Howe'er the bufinefs goes, you have made fault
I'th' boldness of your speech.

Pau. I am forry for't.

All faults I make, when I fhall come to know them, I do repent: alas, I've fhew'd too much

The rathness of a woman; he is touch'd

To th' noble heart. What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief. Do not receive affliction

At my petition, I beseech you; rather

Let me be punish'd, that have minded you

Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege,
Sir, royal Sir, forgive a foolish woman;

The love I bore your Queen-lo, fool again!.
I'll speak of her no more, nor of

your

children:

I'll not remember you of my own lord,

Who is loft too. Take you your patience to you,
And I'll fay nothing.

Leo. Thou didft speak but well,

When moft the truth; which I receive much better

Than to be pitied of thee. Pr'ythee, bring me
To the dead bodies of my Queen and fon;
One Grave fhall be for both. Upon them fhall
The caufes of their death appear unto
Our fhame perpetual; once a day I'll vifit
The Chappel where they lye, and tears, fhed there,
Shall be my recreation. So long as nature
Will bear up with this exercise, so long

I daily vow to use it. Come, and lead me
To these forrows.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE changes to Bohemia. A defart Country; the Sea at a little distance.

Enter Antigonus with a Child, and a Mariner.

HOU art perfect then, our ship hath touch'd

•Ant. TH

upon

The defarts of Bohemia?

Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear,

We've landed in ill time: the skies look grimly,
And threaten prefent blufters. In my confcience,
The heav'ns with that we have in hand are angry,`
And frown upon's.

Ant. Their facred wills be done! get thee aboard, Look to thy bark, I'll not be long before

I call upon thee.

Mar. Make your best hafte, and go

not

Too far i'th' land; 'tis like to be loud weather.
Befides, this place is famous for the creatures
Of prey, that keep upon't..

Ant. Go thou away.

I'll follow inftantly.

Mar. I'm glad at heart

To be fo rid o' th' bufinefs.

Ant. Come, poor babe;

[Exit.

I have heard, but not believ'd, the fpirits of the dead
May walk again; if fuch thing be, thy mother
Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head on one fide, fome another,
I never faw a veffel of like forrow

So fill'd, and fo becoming; in pure white robes,
Like very fanctity, the did approach

My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me,
And, gafping to begin fome speech, her eyes
Became two fpouts; the fury spent, anon
Did this break from her. "Good Antigonus,
"Since fate, against thy better difpofition,
"Hath made thy perfon for the thrower-out
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,

Places

Places remote enough are in Bohemia,

"There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe
" Is counted loft for ever and ever, Perdita,
"I pr'ythee, call't. For this ungentle bufinefs,
"Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er fhalt fee
"Thy wife Paulina more."- And fo, with fhrieks,
She melted into air. Affrighted much,

I did in time collect myfelf, and thought
This was fo, and no flumber: Dreams are toys,
Yet for this once, yea, fuperftitiously,

I will be fquar'd by this. I do believe,
Hermione hath fuffer'd death; and that
Apollo would, this being indeed the iffue
Of King Polixenes, it should here be laid,
Either for life or death, upon the earth
Of its right father. Bloffom, speed thee well!
[Laying down the child.
There lye, and there thy character: there thefe,
Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty

one,

-Poor wretch,

And ftill reft thine. The ftorm begins ;-
That for thy mother's fault art thus expos'd
To lofs, and what may follow, (weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds: and most accurft am I
To be by oath enjoin'd to this.) Farewel!

The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have
A lullaby too rough: I never faw

The heav'ns fo dim by day. A favage clamour!
Well may I get aboard! this is the chace;

1 am gone for ever.

[Exit, pursued by a bear.

Enter an old Shepherd.

Shep. I 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, fightinghark you now!would any but thefe 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?

Clo. I have feen two fuch fights, by fea and by land; but I am not to fay, 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?

Clo. I would, you did but fee how it chafes, 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, fome times to fee 'em, and not to fee 'em: now the fhip boring the moon with her main-mast, and anon swallow'd with yeft and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogfhead. And then for the land fervice,- to fee how the Bear tore out his shoulder-bone, how he cry'd to me for help, and said, his name was Antigonus, a nobleman. But to make an end of the fhip, to fee how the fea 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 faw thefe fights; the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half din'd on the gentleman; he's at it now.

(9) Shep.

(9) Shep. 'Would, I had been by to have help'd the

nobleman.

Ch. I would, you had been by the fhip-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 squire's child! look thee here; take up, take up, boy, open't; fo, let's fee: it was told me, I fhould be rich by the fairies. This is fome changling: open't; what's within, boy?

(10) Clo. You're a made old man; if the fins of your 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 fecrefie. Let my fheep go: come, good boy, the next way home.

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

(9) Shep. Would, I had been by to have help'd the old Man.] Tho' all the printed Copies concur in this reading, I am persuaded, we ought to restore, Nobleman. The Shepherd knew nothing of Antigonus's Age; besides, the Clown had just told his Father, that he faid, his Name was Antigonus a Nobleman, and no less than three times in this fhort Scene, the Clown, fpeaking of him, calls him the Gentleman.

(10) Tou're a mad old Man; if the Sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all Gold!] This the Clown fays upon his opening his Fardel, and difcovering the Wealth in it. But this is no Reason why he should call his Father a mad old Man. I have ventur'd to correct in the Text.-You're 4 made old Man: i. e. your Fortune's made by this adventitious Treasure. So our Poet, in a Number of other Paffages.

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