Ant.
Thou art perfect then,14Q0466 our ship hath touch'd upon
The desarts of Bohemia?

Mar.
Ay, my lord; and fear
We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly,
And threaten present blusters. In my conscience,
The heavens with that we have in hand are angry,
And frown upon us.

Ant.
Their sacred wills be done!—Go, ^note get 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'the 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 am glad at heart,
To be so rid o'the business. Exit Mariner.

Ant.
Come, poor babe:—
I have heard, (but not believ'd) the sp'rits o' 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 ^note one side, some' another;
I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,
So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes,
Like very sanctity, 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 ^note
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,—
Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe
Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,
I pr'ythee, call'd: for this ungentle business,
Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see
Thy wife Paulina more: and so, with shrieks,
She melted into air. Affrighted much,

I did in time collect myself; and thought
This was so, and no slumber. 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 ^note, it should here be lay'd,
Either for life, or death, upon the earth
Of it's right father.—Blossom, speed thee well!
There † lye; and there † thy character: there † these;
Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty,
And still rest thine.—The storm 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 accurst am I,
To be by oath enjoin'd to this.—Farewel!—
The day frowns more and more; thou'rt like to have
A lullaby too rough: I never saw
The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour?
Well may I get aboard! This is the chace;
I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursu'd by a Bear. Enter a Shepherd.

She.

I would, there were no age between thirteen and ^note three and twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the auncientry, stealing, fighting. Hark you now! Would any but these boil'd brains, of nineteen, and two and twenty, hunt this weather? They have scar'd away two of my best sheep; which, I fear, the wolf will sooner find, than the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the seaside, browzing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will ^note!

what have we here? Mercy on's! a barne; a very pretty barne: A boy, or a child ^note, I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty one: Sure, some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some behind door ^note 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 son come; he halloo'd but even now. Whoa, ho hoa!

Clo.

Hilloa, loa!

She.

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.

She.

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: O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes, to see 'em; and then, not to see 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her mainmast; and anon swallow'd with yest 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 sea mock'd them; and how the poor gentleman roar'd, and

the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the sea or the weather.

She.

'Name of mercy, when was this, boy?

Clo.

Now, now; I have not wink'd since I saw these sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half din'd on the gentleman; he's at it now.

She.

'Would I had been by, to have help'd the old man.

Clo.

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

She.

Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou met'st with things dying, I with things new born. Here's a sight for thee; look thee, a bearing cloth ^note for a squire's child: Look thee here; take up, take up, boy; open't. So, let's see;—It was told me, I should be rich by the fairies: this is some changling:—open't: What's within, boy?

Clo.

You're a made ^note old man; if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!

She.

This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: up with't, keep it close; home, home, the next way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still, requires nothing but secresy.—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.

She.

That's a good deed: If thou may'st discern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to th' sight of him.

Clo.

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

She.

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