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More monstrous standing by ; whereof I reckon
The cafting forth to crows thy baby.daughter,
To be, or none, or little; tho' a devil
Would have shed water out of fre, ere don't :
Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death
Of the young Prince, whose honourable thoughts
(Thoughts high for one so tender) cleft the heart,
That could conceive a gross and foolish Sire
Blemish'd his gracious Dam : this is not, no,
Laid to thy answer ; but the last, O lords,
When I have said, cry, woe! the Queen, the Queen, -
The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead ; and vengeance

for't
Not dropt down yet.

Lord. The higher Powers forbid !
Pau. I say, she's dead: I'll swear't : if word, nor

oath,
Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring
Tincture or lustre in her lip, her eye,
Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you
As I would do the Gods. But, O thou tyrant !

Do not repent these things; for they are heavier · Than all thy woes can itir: therefore betake thee

To nothing but Despair. A thousand knees, · Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,

Upon a barren mountain, and still winter

In storm perpetual, could not move the Gods “To look that way thou wert.

Leo. Go on, go on :
Thou canst not speak too much ; I have deserv'd
All tongues to talk their bittereit.

Lord. Sy no more ;
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
I'th' boldness of your speech,

Pau. I am sorry for’t.
All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,
I do repent : alas, I've thew'd too much

The

The rashness of a woman ; he is touch'd
To th’ noble heart. What's gone, and what's part

help, Should be pait 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! l'll speak of her no more, nor of your children : l'll not remember you of my own lord, Who is loft too. Take you your patience to you, And I'll say nothing,

Leo. Thou didst speak but well, When most 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 son ; One Grave shall be for both. Upon them fhall The causes of their death appear unto Our shame perpetual ; once a day I'll visit The Chapel where they lye, and tears, shed 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 sorrows.

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Changes to Bohemia. A desart Country; the

Sea at a little Distance.
Enter Antigonus with a Child, and a Mariner.

HOU art perfect then, our ship hath

Ant. THO

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The defarts of Bohemia ?
Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear,

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We've landed in ill time: the skies look grimly, And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, 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 haste, and go not
Too far i'ch' land ; 'tis like to be loud weather.
Besides, this place is famous for the creatures
Of prey, that keep upon’t.

Ånt. Go thou away.
I'll follow instantly.

Mar. I'm glad at heart To be fo rid o' th' business.

[Exit

. Ant. Cone, poor babe ; I have heard, but not believ'd, the spirits of the dead May walk again ; if such 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 saw a vessel of like forrow So fill'd, and so becoming; in pure white robes, Like very fanctity, she did approach My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me, And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes Became two spouts; the fury spent, anon Did this break from her. Good Antigonus, Since fate, against thy better disposition, Hath made thy person for the thrower-out Of my poor babe, according to thine oath, Places remote enough are in Bohemia, There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babc Is counted loft for ever and ever, Perdita, I pr’ythee, callit. For this ungentle business, Puc on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt fee Thy wife Paulina more. ----And so, with shrieks,

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She melted into air. Affrighted much,
I did in time collect myself, and thought
s This was fo, and no Number: Dreams are toys,
Yet for this once, yea, fuperftitiously,
I will be squar'd by this. I do believe,
Hermione hath suffer'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. Blossom, speed thee well!

[Laying down the child. There lye, and there thy character: there there, Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty

one,
And still rest thine. The form begins ; Poor

wretch,
That for thy mother's fault art thus expos'd
To loss, and what may follow, (weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds: and most accurlt 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 saw
The heay'ns so dim by day. A savage clamour!
Well may I get aboard! this is the chace;
I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a bear.
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Enter an old Shepherd.
Shep.

“ I would there were no age between ten and “ three and twenty, or that youth would Neep out “ the reft: for there is nothing in the between but

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you now! - would “ any but these boild brains of nineteen, and two " and twenty, hunt this weather? They have scar'd “ away two of my best sheep, which, I fear, the 66 wolf will sooner find than the master ; if any where “ I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, 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 [

a pretty bearne ! a boy, or a child, I wonder! a pretSty one, a very pretty one ; sure, some 'scape: tho' " I am not bookish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewo

I man in the 'scape. This has been some stair-work, .some trunk-work, some 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 'cill my son come: he hollow'd but even now; Whoa, ho-hoa!

Enter Clown.
Cló. Hilloa, loa!

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

Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea and by land; but I am not to say, it is a sea; 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 see how it chases, how it “rages, how it takes up the shore ; but that's not to " the point; oh, the most piteous cry of the poor “ fouls, sometimes to fee 'em, and not to see 'em :

now the ship boring the moon with her main-maft, " and anon swallow'd with yest and froth, as you'd " a “ thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the

6 6 And then for the land service,] Every one sees the humour of this military expression of land-service; and how well it is adapted to the character. Yet the Oxford Editor alters it to landfigbt.

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