The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance for't Not dropp'd down yet. 1. Lord. The higher powers forbid! Paul. 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 Leon. Go on, go on: Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd 1. Lord. Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault Paul. I am sorry for't; All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, I do repent: Alas, I have show'd too much The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd To the 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 Of what you should forget. Now, good my Liege, I'll not remember you of mine own lord, Leon. Thou didst speak but well, When most the truth; which I receive much better Nature will bear up with this exercise, [Exeunt. Bohemia. A desert country near the sea. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner Ant. Thou art perfect then, our ship hath touch'd The deserts of Bohemia ? Mar. Ay, my Lord; and fear upon 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! aboard; Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before Mar. Make your best haste; and go not Go, get Too far i'the land: 'tis like to be loud weather; Ant. Go thou away; I'll follow instantly, Mar. I am glad at heart To be so rid o'the business. Ant. Come, poor babe: [Exit. I have heard, (but not believ'd,) the spirits of the dead May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes, My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me; There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the Is counted lost for ever, Perdita, babe I prythee, call't: for this ungentle business, I did in time collect myself; and thought I will be squar'd by this. I do believe, Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that Blossom, speed thee well! There lie; and there thy character: there these; [Laying down a bundle. Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewell! The day frowns more and more; thou art like to A lullaby too rough: I never saw have The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour? Well may I get aboard! I am gone for ever. This is the chace; [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 sleep out. the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting-wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting. Hark you now! Would any but these bold brains of nineteen, and twoand-twenty, hunt this weather? There have scared 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 sea-side, browzing on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we here? [ Taking up the child.] Mercy on's, a barne; a very pretty barne! A boy, or a child, 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 trunkwork, 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 till my son come; he holla'd but even now. Whoa, ho hoa! Enter Clown. Clown. 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? Clown. 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? Clown. 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 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 cried 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 Aap 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 weather. Shep. Name of mercy, when was this, boy? Clown. Now, now; I have not wink'd since I |