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I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you,.--- So like to him that got it, if thou hast
That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours
At each bis needless heavings,--such as you

No yellow in't ; lest she suspect, as he does,
Nourish the cause of bis awaking: I

Her children not ber husband's ! Do come with words as med 'cinal as true;


A gross hag! Honest, 'as either; to purge him of that liumour, And, iozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,

That will not stay her tongue.
That presses him from sleep.
What noise lere, ho? Ant.

Hang all the basbands Paul. No noise, my lord ; but needful conference; That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself

; About some gossips for your highness.

Hardly one subject.

How !

Once more, take her hence. Away with that audacious lady: Antigonus,

Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord
I charg'a thee, that she should not come about me; Can do no more.
I knew she would.


I'll bave thee buro'd.
I told her so, my lord,

I care not: On your displeasure's peril, and on mine,

It is an heretie, that makes the fire, She should not visit you,

Not she, which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant; Leon.

What, canst not rule her? | Bat this most cruel usage of your queen
Paul. From all dishonesty, he can : in this, (Not able to produce more accusation
(Unless he take the course that you have done, Than your own weak-bing'a fancy,)something savours
Commit me, for committing honour,) trust it, of tyranny, and will igpoble make you,
He shall not rule me.

Yea, scandalous to the world.
Lo you now; you hear ! Leon.

On your allegiance, When she will take the rein, I let her run;

Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant, But she'll not stumble.

Where were her life ? she durst not call ine so, Paul. Good my liege, I come,

If she did know me one. Away with her. And, I beseech yon, hear me, who profess

Paul. I pray you, do not posh me; I'll be gone. Myself your loyal servant, your physician,

Look to your babe, my lord ; 'tis yours: Jove send her Your most obedient counsellor: yet that dare A better guiding spirit !- What need these bands! Less appear so, in comforting your evils,

You that are thus so tender o'er his follies, Than such as most seen yours: I say, I come

Will never do him good, not one of you, From your good queen.

So, so :--Farewell ; we are gone.

(Esit. Leon. Good queen!

Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.Paul. Good queen, my lord, good queen: I say, My child! away with't!--even thou, that hast good queen :

A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence, And would by combat make her good, so were I And see it instantly consum'd with tire; A man, the worst about you.

Even thou, and noue but thou. Take it ap straight: Leon.

Force her hence. Within this hour bring me word 'tis done, Paul. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes, (And by good testimony,) or I'll seize thy life, First hand me: on mine own accord, I'll off"; With what thon else call'st thine: If thou refuse, Bat, first, I'll do my errand.-The good queen, And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so; For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter; The bastard brains with these my proper hands Here'tis; commends it to your blessing.

Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire ;
(Laying down the Child. For thou sett'st on thy wife.


I did not, sir :
A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o'door : These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
A most intelligencing bawd!

Can clear me in't. Paul.

Not so :

I Lord.

We can; my royal liege, I am as ignorant in that, as you

He is not guilty of her coming bitber. Iu so entitling me: and no less honest

Leon. You are liars all. Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant, I Lord. 'Beseech your highness, give us better As this world goes, to pass for honest.

credit: Leon.

Traitors! We have always truly serv'd you ; and beseech Will you not posh her out! Give her the bastard :- So to esteem of us and on our knees we beg, T'hou dotard, To Antigonus. ) thou art woman-tira, (As recompense of our dear services, unroosted,

Past, and to come,) that you do change this purpose; By thy dame Partlet here,--take up the bastard; Which, being so horrible, so bloody, must Take'i np, I say ; give't to thy crone.

Lead on to some foul issue: We all kneel. Paul.

For ever Leon. I am a feather for each wind that blows ;Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou

Shall I live on, to see this bastard kneel
Which he has put upon't !
Tak'st up the princess, by that forced baseness And call me father! Better burn it now,

Than curse it then. But be it; let it live :

He dreads his wife. It shall not neither.-You, sir, come you hither; Paul. So I would you did ; then, 'twere past all

[To Antigonus. You'd call your children yours.

[doubt, You, that have been so tenderly officious

A nest of traitors! With lady Margery, your midwife, there, Ant. I am none, by this good light.

To save this bastard's life :-for 'tis a bastard, Paul.

Nor I ; nor any,

So sure as this beard's grey,--what will you adventure But one, that's here ; and that's himself: for be To save this brat's life! The sacred honour of himself, his queen's,


Any thing, my lord,
His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander, That my ability may undergo,
Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not And nobleness impose : at least, thus much;
(For, as the case now stands, it is a curse

I'll pawn the little blood which I have left,
He cannot be compellid to't,) once remove

To save the innocent: any thing possible. The root of his opinion, which is rotten,

Leon. It shall be possible : Swear by this sword, As ever oak, or stone, was sound.

Thou wilt perform ray bidding.

A callat,

I will, my lord. of boundless tongue; who late hath beat her husband, Leon. Mark, and perform it; (seest thoa 1) for the And now baits me!- This brat is none of mine; of any point in't shall not only be

(fail It is the issue of Polixeues :

Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife ; Hence with it ; and, together with the dam, Whom, for this time, we pardon. We enjoin thee, Commit them to the fire.

As thou art liegennan to us, that thou carry
It is yours;

This female bastard hence; and that thou bear it
And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, To some remote and desert place, quite out
So like you, 'tis the worse.- Behold, my lords, of our domivions; and that there thou leave it,
Although the print be little, the whole mutter Without more mercy, to its own protection,
And copy of the father : eye, nose, lip,

And favour of the climate. As by strange fortane The trick of his frown, bis forehead; nay, the valley, It came to us, I do in justice charge thee, The pretty dimples of his chin, and cheek; bis smiles, On thy soul's peril, and thy body's torture,The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger ;- That thou commend it strangely to some place, And thoa, good goddess nature, which hast made it Where chance may borse, or end it: Take it up.


Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death Which contradicts my accusation; and Had been more merciful. --Come on, poor babe : The testimony on my part, no other Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens,

But what comes from myself; it shall scarce boot me To be thy nurses ! Wolves, and bears, they say, To say, Not guilty: mine integrity, Casting their savageness aside, have done

Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, Like offices of pity.-Sir, be prosperous

Be so receiv's. But thus,--If powers divine
In more than this deed doth require! and blessing, Behold our human actions, as they do,)
Against this cruelty, fight on thy side,

I doubt noi then, but innocence shall nake
Poor thing, coudeno'd to loss! [Reit, with the Child. False accusation blush, and tyranny

No, I'll not rear Treinble at patience.--You, my lord, best know, Another's issue.

(Who least will een to do so,) my past life 1 Atten. Please your highness, posts, Hath been as contiueut, as chaste, as true, From those you sent to the oracle, are come

As I am now avhappy; which is more An boer since : Cleomenes and Dion,

Than history can pattern, though devis'd, Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed, And play'd, to take spectators; For behold me,Hasting to the court.

A fellow of the royal bed, which owe 1 Lord.

So please you, sir, their speed A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, Hath been beyond account.

The mother to a hopeful prince,-here standing Leon.

Twenty-three days To prate and talk for life, and honour, 'fore They have been absent: "Tis good speed; foretells, Who please to come and hear. For lite, ! prize it The great Apollo suddenly will have

As I weigh grief, wbich I would spare : for honour, The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords ; "Tis a derivative from me to mine, Summon a session, that we may arraign

And only that I stand for. I appeal Our most disloyal lady: for, as she hath

To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes Been publicly accus'd, so shall she have

Came to your court, how I was in your grace, A just and open trial. While she lives,

How merited to be so; since he came, My heart will be a burden to me.

Leave me ;

With what encounter so uncurrenti And think apon my bidding.

(Exeunt. Have strain'd, to appear thus: if one jot beyond

The bound of honour; or, in act, or will,

That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts

Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin

Cry, Fie opon my grave! SCENE I. The same. A Street in some Town,


I ne'er heard yet,
Enter Cleomenes and Dion.

That any of these bolder vices wanted
Cleo. The climate's delicate ; the air most sweet;

Less impudence to gainsay what they did,
Fertile the isle; the temple much surpassing

Than to perforin it first.

Tbat's true enough ;
The common praise it bears.

I shall report,

Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me.

Leon. You will not own it. For most it caught me, the celestial habits,


More than mistress of, (Methinks, I so should term them,) and the reverence

Which comes to me in name fault, I must not Of the grave wearers. 0, the sacrifice !

At all acknowledge. For Polixenes, How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly

(With whom I am accus'd,) I do confess, It was i'the offering!

I lov'd him, as in honour he requir'd;
But, of all, the burst

With such a kind of love, as might become
And the ear-deafening voice o'the oracle,
Kin to Jove's thunder, so surpris'd my sense,

A lady like me ; with a love, even such,
That I was nothing.

So, and no other, as yourself commanded:

Which not to bave done, I think, had been in me Dion. If the event o'the journey Both disobedience and ingratitude,

[spoke, Prove as successful to the queen,-0, be't so! As it hath been to ns, rare, pleasant, speedy,

To you, and toward your friend whose love had

Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely, The time is worth the use on't.

That it was yours.
Great Apollo,

Now, for conspiracy,
Turn all to the best! These proclamations,

I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd

For me to try how: all I know of it,
So forcing faults upon Hermione,

Is, that Camillo was an honest man;
I little like.
Dion. The violent carriage of it

And why he left your court, the gods themselves,

Wotting no more than 1, are ignorant. Will clear, or end the business: When the oracle,

Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know (Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up,)

What you have underta'en to do in his absence. Shall the contents discover, something rare,

Her. Sir,
Even then will rush to knowledge. - Go, fresh You speak'a language that I understand not :

And gracious be the issue !

(Exeunt. Which I'll lay down.

My life stands in the level of your dreams, SCENE II. The same. A Court of Justice.


Your actions are my dreams;

You had a bastard by Polixenes,
Leontes, Lords, and Officers, appear properly seated.
Leon. This sessions (to our great grief, we pro-Those of your fact are so,) so past all truth :

And I but dream'd it :-As you were past all slame, nounce)

Which to deny, concerns more than avails :
Even pashes 'gainst our heart: The party tried,
The daughter of a king; our wife ; and one

Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself,
Of us too much belov'd.Let us be clear'd

No father owning it, (which is, indeed, Of being tyrannous, since we so openly

More criminal in thee, than it,) so thou Proceed in justice, which shall have due course,

Shalt feel our justice ; in whose easiest passage, Even to the guilt, or the purgation.

Look for no less than death. Produce the prisoner.


Sir, spare your threats : Ofi. It is his highness' pleasure, that the queen

The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek. Appear in person here in court.--Silence !

To me can life be no con modity : Hermione is brought in guarded; Paulina and La- The crown and comfort of my líte, your favour, dies attending

I do give lost; for I do feel it gone, Leon. Read the indictment.

But know not how it went: My second joy, Offi. Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, king And first-fruits of my body, from his presence, of Sicilia, thou are here accused and arraigned uf I am barr’d, like one infectious : My third comfort, high treason, in committing adultery with Polixenes, Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast, king of Bohemia; and conspiring with Camillo to The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, take away the life of our sovereign lord the king, thy Haled out to murder : Myself on every post royal husband; the pretence whereof being by cir- Proclaim'd a strumpet; With immodest hatred cumstances partly laid open, thou, Hermione, con- to child-bed privilege denied, wbich 'longs trary to the faith and allegiance of a true subject, To women of all fashion :-Lastly, hurried didst counsel and aid them, for their better safety, tó Here to this place, i'the open air, before Ay away by night,

I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege, Her. Since what I am to say, must be but that Tell me what blessings I have here alive,

For as


That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed. Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
But yet hear this; mistake me not;No! life, For girls of nine !-0, think, what they have done,
I prize it not a straw :--but for mine honour, And then run mad, indeed ; stark mad! for all
Which I would free,) if I shall be condemn'd Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it.
Upon surmises; all proofs sleeping else,

That thou betray'dst Polisenes, 'twas nothing:
But what your jealousies awake; I tell you, That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant,
'Tis rigour, and not law.--Your honours all, And dauanable ungrateful: nor was't much,
I do refer me to the oracle ;

Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's honour, Apollo be my judge.

To have him kill a king ; poor trespasses,
I Lord.
This your reqnest

More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon
Is altogether just : therefore, bring forth,

The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter, And in Apollo's name, his oracle.

To be or none, or little ; though a devil [Ereunt certain Officers. Would have shed water out of fire, ere done't : Her. The emperor of Russia was my father: Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death 0, that he were alive, and here beholding

of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts His daughter's trial! that he did but see

(Thoughts high for one so tender,) cleft the heart The flatness of my misery; yet with eyes

That could conceive, a gross and foolish sire Of pity, not revenge!

Blemish'd his gracious dam : this is not, no, Re-enter Officers with Cleomenes and Dion.

Laid to thy answer: But the last,-0, lords, Ofi. You bere shall swear upon this sword of jus. The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and ven.

When I have said, cry, woe !--the queen, the queen, That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have

[tice, Been both at Delphos , and from thence have brought Not dropped down yet.

(geance for't ; This seal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd

The higher powers forbid ! Of great Apollo's priest, and that, since then,

Paul. I say, she's dead; I'n swear't: if word, nor Yon have not dar'd to break the holy seal,

Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring

[vath, Nor read the secrets in't.

Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye,
Cleo. Dion.
All this we swear.

Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you Leon. Break up the seals, and read.

As I would do the gods.-But, o thou tyrant! Offi. [Reads.] Hermione is chaste, Polixenes blame-Do not repeot these things; for they are heavier less, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealous tyrant, Than all thy woes can stir therefore betake thee his innocent babe truly begotten ; and the king shall To nothing hut despair. A thousand knees, live without an heir, if that, which is lost, be not Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting found.

Upon a barren mountain, and still winter Loris. Now blessed be the great Apollo !

In storm perpetual, could not move the gods Her.


To look that way thou wert. Leon. Hast thou read truth?


Go on, go on : Offi.

Ay, my lord; even so

Thou canst not speak too much ; I have deserv'd As it is bere set down.

All tongnes to talk their bitterest.
1 Lord.

Say no more ; Leon. There is no truth at all i'the oracle :

Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault The sessions shall proceed; this is mere falsehood.

l'the boldness of your speech. Enter a Serrant, hastily.

I am sorry for't ; Serv. My lord the king, the king!

All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, Leon.

What is the business? I do repent : Alas, I have show'd too much Serv. O sir, I shall be hated to report it:

The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd [help, The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear To the noble heart.-What's gone, and what's past of the queen's speed, is gone.

Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction Leon.

How ! gone!

At my petition, I beseech you; ratber Serv.

Is dead. Let me be punish'd, that bave minded you Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves of what you should forget.. Now, good my liege, Do strike at my injustice. (Hermione faints.] How Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman : now there?

The love I bore your queen, --lo, fool again! Paul, This news is mortal to the queen :-Look I'll speak of her no more, por of your children ; And see what death is doing.

(down, I'll not remember you of my own lord, Leon.

Take her hence :

Who is lost too: Take your patience to you,
Her heart is but o'ercharg'd; she will recover.- And I'll say nothing.
I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion :-


Thou didst speak but well, 'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her

When most the truth ; which I receive much better Some remedies for life.- Apollo, pardon

Than to be pitied of thee. Pr'ythee, bring me
[Exeunt Paulina ani Ladies, with Herm. To the dead bodies of my queen, and son
My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle! - One grave shall be for both; upon them shall
l'il reconcile me to Polixenes ;

The causes of their death appear, unto
New woo my queen ; recall the good Camillo ; Our shame perpetual: Once a day I'll visit
Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy :

The chapel where they lie; and tears, shed there, For, being transported by my jealousies

Shall be my recreation : So long as To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose

Nature will bear up with this exercise, Camillo for the minister, to poison

So long I daily vow to use it. Come, My friend Polixenes; which had been done,

And lead me to these sorrows.

(Exeunt. But that the good mind of Camillo ta died My swift command, though I with death, and with

Reward, did threaten and encourage him,

Bohemia. A desert Country near the Sea.
Not doing it, and being done : he, most humane,
And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest

Enter Antigonus, with the Child; and a Mariner. Unclasp'd my practice, quit his fortunes here, Ant. Thou art perfect then, our ship hath touch'd Which you knew great; and to the certain hazard The deserts of Bobemia!

Cupon Of all is certainties himself commended,


Ay, my lord: and fear No richer than his honour:-How he glisters We have landed in ill time; the skies look grimly, Thorough my rust! and how his piety

And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, Does my deeds make the blacker!

The heavens with that we have in band are angry,

Aud trown upon us.
Re-enter Paulina.

Ant. Their sacred wills be done!-Go, get aboard ; Paul.

Woe the while ! Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before o, cut my lace ; lest my heart, cracking it,

I call upon thee. Break too!


Make your best haste; and go not 1 Lord. What it is this, good lady?

Too far i'the land : 'tis like to be loud weather ; Paul. What studied tormeuts, tyrant, hast for me! Besides, this place is famous for the creatures What wheels! racks? tires ! What laying? boiling, of prey that keep upon't. In leads, or oils! what old, or newer torture


Go thor away : Must I receive; whose every word deserves

I'll follow instantly. To taste of thy most worst! Thy tyranny


I am glad at heart Together working with thy jealousies,

To be so rid o'the business.



Come, poor babe :- roared, and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder I have beard, but not believ'd, the spirits of the dead than the sea, or weather. May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy! Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream Clo. Now, now : I have not winked since I saw So like a waking. To me comes a creature, these sights: the men are not yet cold under water, Sometimes her head on one side, some another; nor the hear half dined on the gentleman; he's at it I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,

now So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes, Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the Like very sanctity, she did approach

old man ! My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me ; Clo. I would you bad been by the ship side, to And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes have helped her; there your charity would have Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon

lacked footing

(Aside. Did this break from her : Good Antigopas,

Shep. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look Since fate, against thy better disposition,

thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou met'st with Hath made thy person for the thrower-out

things dyiog, I with things new born. Here's a of my poor babe, according to thine oath,

sight for thee; look thee, a bearing-cloth for a Places remote enough are in Bohemia,

squire's child! Look thee here; take up, take up, There weep, and leare it crying ; and, for the babe boy; open't. So, let's see ; It was told me, I should Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,

be rich' by the fairies : this is some changeling:I pr’ythee, calit; for this ungent le business, open't: What's within, boy! Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt sce

Clo. You're a made old inan: if the sins of your Thy wife Paulina more:

-and so, with shrieks, youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! She melted into air. Affrighted much,

all gold ! I did in time collect myself; and thought

Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so : This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys: up with it, keep it close ; home, home, the next Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously,

way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still, requires I will be squar'd by this. I do believe,

nothing but secrecy.--Let my sheep go :-Come, Hermione bath suffer'd death; and that

good boy, the next way home. Apollo would, this being indeed the issue

Clo. Go you the next way with your findings ; I'll of king Polisenes, it should here be laid,

go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, and Either for life, or death, npon the earth

how much he hath eaten : they are never curst, but of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well! when they are hungry; if there be any of him left,

(Laying down the Child. I'll bury it. There lie ; and there thy character: there these ; Shep. That's a good deed: If thou mayst discern

(Laying down the Bundle. by that wbich is left of him, what he is, fetch me to Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, the sight of bim: And still rest thine.-The storm begins:--Poor wretch, Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd

i'the ground To loss, and what may follow !-Weep I cannot, Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good But my heart bleeds: and most accurs'a am I, deeds on't.

(Exeunt. To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell ! The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have

A lullaby too rough : I never saw
The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour!

Enter Time, as Chorus.
Well may I get aboard ! This is the chace ; Time. I,--that please some, try all; both joy, and
I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a Bear.

terror, Enter an old Shepherd.

Of good and bad ; that make, and unfold error, Shep. I would, there were no age between ten and Now take upon me, in the name of Time, three and twenty; or that youth would sleep oat the To use my wings. Impate it not a crime, rest: for there is nothing in the between bat getting To me, or my swift passage, that I slide wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing. Of that wide gap ;' since it is in my power

O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth antried fighting. Hark you now ! --Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen, and two and twenty, bunt To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour this weather ! They have scar'd away two of my best to plaut and o'erwhelm custom : Let ne pass sheep ; which, I fear, the wolf will sooner find, than The same I am, ere ancient'st order was, the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the Or what is now receiv'd: I witness to sea-side, browzing on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy The times that brought them in; so shall I do will! what bave we here? [Taking up the Child. To the freshest things now reigning; and make stale Mercy on's, a barne; a very pretty barne! A boy, or The glistening of this present, as my tale a child, I wonder ! A pretty one ; a very pretty one:

Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing, Sure, some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can I torn my glass; and give my scene such growing, read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape.' This has As you bad slept between. Leontes leaving been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some be- The effects of his tond jealousies ; so grieving, bind-door-work: they were warmer that got this, That he shuts up himselt; imagine me, than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for pity Gentle spectators, that I now may be yet I'll tarry till my son come; he hollaed but even

In fair Bohemia; and remember well, now. Whoa, ho hoa !

I mention'd a son o'the king's, which Florizel

I now name to you; and with speed so pace
Enter Cloron.

To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace clo. Hilloa, loa! Shep. What, art so near ? If thou'lt see a thing to i list not prophesy; but let Time's news [daughter,

Equal with wond'ring: What other ensues, talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come bither. Be known, when 'tis brought forth :--a shepherd's What ailest thou, man ! Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by Is the argument of time of this allow,

And what to her adheres, which follows after, land ;- but am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky; betwixt the tirmament and it, you cannot if never yet, that Time himself doth say,

If ever you have spent time worse ere non; thrust a bod kin's point, Shep. Why, boy, how is it?

He wishes earnestly, you never may.

(Exit. Clo. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how

SCENE 1. it rages, how it takes up the shore ! but that's not to the point! 0, the most piteous cry of the poor

The same. A Room in the Palace of Polixenes. souls ! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em :

Enter Polixenes and Camillo. now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast; Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more imporand anon swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd tanate ; 'tis a sickness denying thee any thing; * thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the death to grant this. land service,-To see how the bear tore out his shoul- Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country: der-bone; how he cried to me for belp, and said, though I have, for the most part, been ajred abroad his name was Antigonas, a nobleman :--But to make I desire to lay iny bones there. Besides, the penitent an end of the ship :--to see how the sea flap-dra- king, my master, hath sent for me : to whose feeling goned it:--but, first, how the poor souls roared, and sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to the sea mocked them ;-and how the poor gentleman think so; which is another spur to my departure.

Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the C'lo. I cannot do't without counters.-Let me see; rest of thy services, by leaving me now: the need 1 what I am to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three have of thee, thine own goodness hath made; better pound of sugar; five pound of currants ; rice not to have had thee, than thus to want thee: thou, What will this sister of mine do with rice? Bat my having made me businesses, which none without thee father hath made her mistress of the feast, and she can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute lays it on. She hath made me four and twenty nosethem thyself, or take away with thee the very ser gays for the shearers: three-man songmen all, and vices thou hast done : which, if I have not enough very good ones; but they are most of them means considered, (as too much I cannot,) to be more thank- and bases : but one Puritan amongst them, and he fal to thee, shall be my study; and my profit therein, sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron, to the heaping friendships. Of that country Sicilia, colour the warden pies; mace,-lates --none ; that's pr'ythee speak no more: whose very naming punishes out of my note : nutmegs, seven; a race, or tro, uf me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thon ginger ; but that I may beş; -four pound of prunes, call'st him, and reconciled king, my brother; whose and as many of raisins o'the sun. loss of his most precious queen, and children, are Aut. O, that ever I was born! even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when

[Grovelling on the Ground. saw'st thon the prince Florizel my son? Kings are clo. I'the name of me,no less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than Aut. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these they are in losing them, when they have approved rags; and then, death, death! their virtues.

Cló. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince : to lay on thee, rather than have these off. What his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown : Aut. O, sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me but I have, missingly, noted, he is of late much re- more than the stripes I have received; which are tired from court, and is less frequent to his princely mighty ones and millions. exercises, than formerly he hath appeared.

Člo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo; and with come to a great matter. some care ; so far, that I have eyes under my service, Aut. I am robbed, sir, and beaten ; my money and which look upon his removed ness: from whom i apparel ta'en from me, and these detestable things have this intelligence ; That he is seldom from the put upon me. house of a most homely shepherd; a man, they say, Clo. What, by a horse-man, or a foot-man. that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination Aut. A foot-man, sweet sir, a foot-man. of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable Clo. Indeed, he should be a foot-man, by the garestate.

ments he has left with thee; if this be a horse-man's Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a coat, it hath seen very hot service. Lend me thy daughter of most rare note: the report of her is ex- hand, I'll help thee : come, lend me thy hand. tended more, than can be thought to begin from such

[Helping him up. a cottage.

Aut. O! good sir, tenderly, oh! Pol. That's likewise part of my intelligence. But Clo. Alas, poor soul. I fear the angle that plucks our 'son thither. Thou Aut. O, good sir, softly, good sir : I fear, sir, my shalt accompany us to the place : where we will, not shoulder-blade is out. appearing what we are, have some question with the Clo. How now ! canst stand ! shepherd; from whose simplicity, I think it not on- Aut. Softly, dear sir ; [Picks his Pocket.] good easy to get the cause of my son's resort thither. sir, softly: you ha' done me a charitable office. Pr'ythee, be my present partner in this business, and Clo. Dost'lack any money! I have a little money lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.

for thee. Cam. I willingly obey your command.

Aut. No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir : Pol. My best Camillo!--We must disguise our- I have a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile selves.

(Eseunt. hence, unto whom I was going; I shall there bave SCENE II.

money, or any thing I want : Offer me no money, I

pray, you; that kills my heart. The same A Road near the Shepherd's Cottage. clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed

Enter Autolycus, singing. When daffodils begin to peer,

Aut. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about With heigh I the doxy over the dale,

with trol-my-dames: I knew him once a servant of Why, then comes in the sweet o'the year;

the prince; I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.

virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of

the court. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge; -..

Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtoe With, hey! the sweet birds, 0, how they sing!- whipped out of the court : they cherish it, to make Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;,

it stay there ; and yet it will no more but abide. For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.

Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man The lark, that tirra-lirra chants,

well: he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a proWith, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay - cess-server, a bailiff; then he com passed a motion of Are summer songs for me and my aunts,

the prodigal son, and married a tinker's wife within While we lie tumbling in the hay.

a mile where my land and living lies; and, baving I have served prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore in rogue : some call him Autolycus.

flown over many knavish professions, he settled only three-pile ; but now I am out of service:

Clo. Out upon him! Prig, for my life, prig: he But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? haunts wakes, fairs, and bear-baitings.

The pale moon shines by night : And when I wander here and there,

Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he ; that's the rogae, I then do most go right.

that put me into this apparel.

Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia i If tinkers may have leave to live,

if you had bat looked big, and spit at him, he'd And bear the sow-skin budget.,

have ran Then my account I well may givé,

Aut. I mast confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: ! And in the stocks avouch it.

am false of heart that way; and that he knew, I My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to

warrant him. lesser linen, My father named me, Autolycus ; who,

Clo. How do you now? being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise

Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was ; I can a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles : 'With die, and stand, and walk : 'I will even take my leave of you, drab, 1 purchased

this caparison ; and my revenue is and pace softly towards my kinsman's. the silly cheat: Gallows, and knock, are too power

Clo. Shall bring thee on the way! ful on the highway: beating, and hanging, are ter

Aut. No, good-faced sir ; no, sweet sir. rors to me ; for the life to come, I sleep out the

Clo. Then fare thee well; I must go buy spices thought of it.-A prize! a prize!

for our sheep-shearing. Enter Cloun.

Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir |-- Exit loren.) Your Clo. Let me see:-Every 'leven wether--tods;

purse is not hot enough to parchase your spice: I'll

be with you at your sheep-shearing too : If I make hundred shorn, -What comes the wool to? every tod yields--pound and odd shilling : fifteen not this cheat bring out another, and the shearers

prove sheep, let me be unrolled, and my name pat in Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine. (Aside. I the book of virtue!


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