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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 bittereft.

Lord. Say 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 shew'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 a fiction
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 :
I'll not remember you of my own lord,
Who is lost too. Take you your patience to you,
And I'll say nothing:

Leo. Thou didt speak but well,
When most the truth; which I receive much better
Than to be pitied of thee. Prøythee, bring me
To the dead bodies of my Queen and son ;
One Grave shall be for both. Upon them shall
The causes of their death appear unto
Our shame perpetual; once a day I'll visit
The Chappel 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 forrows.



Ant. THO

SCENE changes to Bohemia. A defart Country;

the Sea at a little distance. Enter Antigonus with a Child, and a Mariner. Ant. HOU art perfect then, our ship hath touchd

upon The defarts of Bobemia ?

Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear,
We've landed in ill time: the skies look grimly,
And threaten present blufters. 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

Mar. Make your best halte, and go not
Too far i'th' land ; 'tis like to be loud weather.
Besides, this place is famous for the creatures
Of prey, that keep upon't.

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

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

(Exit. Ant. Come, 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 side, some another, I never saw a vessel of like sorrow So fill'd, and so becoming ; in pure white robes, Like very fanctity, the 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 thinc oath,

" Placas

" 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 prythee, call't. For this ungentle business, " Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er fhalt fee “ Thy wife Paulina more: ". And so, with shrieks, She melted into air. Affrighted much, I did in time collect myself, and thought This was fo, and no flumber: Dreams are toys, Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously, I will be squar'd by this. I do believe, Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that Apollo would, this being indeed the issue 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 these, Which may, if fortune please, botlı breed thee, pretty

one, And fill rest thine. The storm begins ;

-Poor wretch, That for thy mother's fault art thus exposid To loss, 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 : I am gone for ever.

[Exit, pursued by a bear. Enter, an old Shepherd. Sbep. I would there were no age between ten and three and twenty, or that youth would feep out the reft: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting hark you now I would any bue thefe boil'd brains of nineteen, and two and twenty, hunt this weather? They have fcar'd away two of my beft theep, which, I fear, the wolf will fooner 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 pretty bearne! a boy, or a child, I wonder! a pretty one, a very pretty one ; fure, fome 'scape: tho I an not bookish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the 'scape. This has been some stair-work, some trunk. work, 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 !

Enter Clown. Clo. 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 fights, by fea 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 chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore; but that's not to the point; oh, the most piteous cry of the poor souls, fome. times to see 'em, and not to see 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast, and anon swallow'd with yeft and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land service, to see 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 ship, to see how the sea flap-dragon'd it.

But first, how the poor souls 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 sea, or weather.

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

Clo. Now, now, I have not wink'd fince I saw these sights; the men are not yet cold under water, bear half din'd on the gentleman; he's at it now.

(9) Shep.

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

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

[4fide. Shep Heavy matters, heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself ; thou meet'st 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 see : it was told me, I should 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 sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold! Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and will prove so. Up with it

, keep it close: home, home, the next way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still, requires nothing but fecresie. Let my sheep go : come, good boy, the next way home,

Clo. Go you the next way with your findings, I'll go see if the Bear be gone from the gentleman; and how much he hath eaten; they are never curst 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't discern 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 per

we ought to restore, Nobleman. The Shepherd knew acthing of Antigonus's Age; besides, the Clown had just told his Father, that he said, his Name was Antigonus a Nobleman, and no less than three times in this short Scene, the Clown, fpeaking of him, calls him the Gentleman.

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


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