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He must be told on't, and he shall: the office They should not laugh, if I could reach them ; nor
Becomes a woman best ; I'll take't upon me.

Shall she, within my power.
If I prove honey-mouth’d, let my tongue blister,

Enter Paulina, with a Child. And never to my red-look'd anger be

1 Lord. You must not enter. The trumpet any more!-Pray you, Emilia,

Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me! Commend niy best obedience to the queen!


you his tyrannous passion more, alas, • If she dares trust me with her little babe,

Than the queen’s life? a gracious innocent soul, I'll show't the king, and undertake to be

More free, than he is jealous ! Her advocate to th’ loudest: we do not know,

Ant. That's enough. How he may soften at the sight o'the child ;

1 Atten. Madam, he hath not slept to-night, comThe silence often of pure innocence

manded, Persuades, when speaking fails.

None should come at him.
Emil. Most worthy madam,

Paul. Not so hot, good sir!
Your honour, and your goodness, is so evident, I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you, -
That your free undertaking cannot miss

That creep like shadows by him, and do sigh
A thriving issue; there is no lady living,

At each his needless heavings,- such as you,
So meet for this great errand. Please your ladyship Nourish the cause of his awaking : I
To visit the next room, I'll presently

Do come with words as med'cinal, as true,
Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer; Honest, as either, to purge him of that humour,
Who, but to-day, hammer'd of this design,

That presses him from sleep.
But durst not tempt a minister of honour,

Leon. What noise there, ho ?
Lest she should be denied.

Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful conference,
Paul. Tell her, Emilia,

About some gossips for your highness.
I'll use that tonguc, I have : if wit flow from it,

Leon. How?-
As boldness from my bosom, let it not be doubted, Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus,
I shall do good.

I charg'd thee, that she should not come about me;
Emil. Now be you blest for it!

I knew, she would.
I'll to the queen. Please you, come something nearer. Ant. I told her so, my lord,
Keep. Madam, if't please the queen to send the babe, On your displeasure's peril, and on mine,
I know not, what I shall incur, to pass it,

She should not visit you.
Having no warrant.

Leon. What, canst not rule her?
Paul. You need not fear it, sir:

Paul. From all dishonesty, he can: in this,
The child was prisoner to the womb, and is,

(Unless he take the course, that you have done,
By law and process of great nature, thence

Commit me, for committing honour,) trust it,
Free'd and enfranchis’d: not a party to

He shall not rule me.
The anger of the king, nor guilty of,

Ant. Lo you now! you hear.
If any be, the trespass of the queen,

When she will take the rein, I let her run;
Keep. I do believe it.

But she'll not stumble.
Paul. Do not you fear: upon

Paul. Good my liege, I come,
Mine honour, I will stand 'twist you and danger. And I beseech you, hear me, who profess

[Exeunt Myself your loyal servant, your physician,

Your most obedient counsellor; yet that dares
SCENE III.-The same. A room in the palace. Less appear so, in comforting your evils,
Enter Leontes, Anticorus, Lords, and other Atten- Than such, as most seem yours :-I say, I come

From your good queen.
Leon. Nor night, nor day, no rest! It is but weakness, Leon. Good queen!
To bear the matter thus; mere weakness, if

Paul. Good queen, my lord, good queen : I say, good,
The cause were not in being ;-part o'the cause,

She, the adultress ;-for the harlot king

And would by combat make her good, so were I
Is quite beyond mine arm, out of the blank

A man, the worst about you.
And level of my brain, plot-proof: but she

Leon. Force her hence!
I can hook to me. Say, that she were gone,

Paul. Let him, that makes but trifles of his eyes,
Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest

First hand me! On mine own accord, I'll off ;
Might come to me again.- Who's there?

But, first, I'll do mine errand.— The good queen,
1 dtten. My lord ?

[Advancing. For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter,
Leon. How does the boy?

Here'tis; commends it to your blessing.
1 Atten. He took good rest to-night;
'Tishop'd, his sickness is discharg'd.

Leon, Out!
Leon. To see

A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door!
His nobleness!

A most intelligencing bawd!
Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,

Paul. Not so !
He straight declin'd, droop'd, took it deeply; I am as ignorant in that, as you
Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on'tin himself; In so entitling me: and no less honest,
Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep,

Than you are mad; which is enough, I'll warrant,
And downright languish’d.-Leave me solely:-go As this world goes; to pass for honest.
See, how he fares! (Exit Attend.] – Fye, fye! no Leon. Traitors!
thought of him;-

Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard! -
The very thought of my revenges that way

Thou, dotard: [To Antigonus.] thou art womantir'd,
Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty;

And in his parties, his alliance.—Let him be, By thy dame Partlet here -take up the bastard:
Uutila time may serve: for present vengeance, Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone !
Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes

Paul. For ever
Laugh at me, make their pastime at my sorrow: Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou

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Tak'st up the priocess, by that forced baseness, The bastard brains with these my proper hands
Which he has put upon't!

Shall I dash out. Go take it to the fire!
Leon. He dreads his wife.

For thou sett'ston thy wife.
Paul.So, I would, you did; then 'twere past all doubt, | Ant. I did not, sir :
You'd call your children yours.

These lords, my noble fellows, if they please,
Leon. A nest of traitors!

Can clear mein't.
Ant. Iam none, by this good light !

1 Lord. We can, my royal liege:
Paul. NorI; nor any,

He is not guilty of her comiog hither.
But one, that's here; and that's himself: for he Leon. You are liars all.
The sacred honour of himself, his queen's,

1 Lord.'Reseech your highness, give us better credit !
His hopeful son's, his babe's, betrays to slander, We have always truly serv'd you; and beseech
Whose sting is sharper, than the sword's; and will not So to esteem of us. And on our knees we beg,
(For, as the case now stands, it is a curse,

(As recompense of our dear services, He cannot be compellid to't,) once remove

Past, and to come, )that you do change this purpose,
The root of his opinion, which is rotten,

Which, being so horrible, so bloody, must
As ever oak, or stone, was sound,

Lead on to some foul issue. We all kneel.
Leon. A callat,

Leon. I am a feather for each wind that blows:-
Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband, Shall I live on, to see this bastard kneel
And now baits me!—This brat is none of mine; And call me father? Better burn it now,
It is the issue of Polixenes.

Than curse it then, But, be it; let it live!
Hence with it, and, together with the dam !

It shall not neither, - You, sir, come you hither!
Commit them to the fire !

(To Antigonus. Paul. It is yours;

You, that have been so tenderly oflicious
And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, With lady Margery, your midwife, there,
So like you, 'tis the worse.—Behold, my lords, To save this bastard's life:- for 'tis a bastard,
Although the print be little, the whole matter So sure as this beard's grey, — what will you adventure
And copy of the father; eye, nose, lip,

To save this brat's life?
The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley, Ant. Any thing, my lord,
The pretty dimples of his chin, ard cheek; his smiles; That my ability may undergo,
The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger !-- And nobleness impose: at least, thus mich;
And thou, good goddess nature, which hast made it I'll pawn the little blood which I have left,
So like to him, that gotit, if thou hast

To save the innocent: any thing possible.
The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours Leon. It shall be possible. Swear by this sword,
No yellow in't; lest she suspect, as he does, Thou wilt perform my bidding.
Her children not her husband's!

Ant. I will, my lord.
Leon. A gross hag!--

Leon. Mark, and perform it;(see'st thou ?) for the fail
And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,

Of any pointin't shall not only be
That wilt not stay her tongue.

Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife,
Ant. Hang all the husbands,

Whom, for this time, we pardon. We enjoin thee,
That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry
Hardly one subject.

This female bastard hence, and that thou bear it
Leon. Once more, take her hence!

To some remote and desert place, quite out
Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord

Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it,
Can do no more.

Without more mercy, to its own protection,
Leon. I'll have thee burn'd.

And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune
Paul. I care not :

It came to us, I do in justice charge thee, –
It is an heretic that makes the fire,

On thy soul's peril, and thy body's torture,-
Not she, which burns in't. I'll not call thee tyrant ; That thou commend it strangely to some place,
But this most cruel usage of your queen

Where chance may nurse, or end it. Take it up! (Not able to produce more accusation,

Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death Than your own weak-hing'd fancy,) something sa- Had been more merciful.-- Come on, poor babe!

Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens, Of tyranny, and willignoble make you,

To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they say,
Yea, scandalous to the world.

Casting their savageness aside, have done
Leon. On your allegiance,

Like offices of pity. — Sir, be prosperous
Out of the chamber with her! Were la tyrant, Ia more, than this deed doth require!--and blessing,
Where were her life? she durst not call me so, Against this cruelty, fight on thy side,
If she did know me one. Away with her!

Poor thing, condemn'd to loss! (Exit with the Child.
Paul. I pray you, do not push me! I'll be gone. Leon. No, I'll not rear
Look to your babe, my lord ; 'tis yours: Jove send her Another's issue.
A better guiding spirit! -What need these hands ?- 1 Atten. Please your highnese, posts
You, that are thus so tender o'er his follies,

From those you sent to the oracle, are come
Will never do him good, not one of you.

Au hour since: Cleomenes and Dion,
So, so:- farewell! we are gone.

[Exit. Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed,
Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this. Hasting to the court.
My child ? away with't!- Even thou, that hast 1 Lord. So please you, sir, their speed
A heart so tender o'erit, take it hence,

Hath been beyond account.
And see it instantly consum'd with fire;
Even thou, and none but thou! Take it up straight:

Leon. Twenty-three days

They have been absent. 'Tis good speed; foretels, Within this hour bring me word 'tis done, (And by good testimony,) or I'll seize thy life,

The great Apollo suddenly will have

The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords;
With what thou else call'st thine. If thou refuse,
And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so;

Summon a session, that we may arraign
Our most disloyal lady! for, as she hath

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Been publicly accus'd, so shall she have
|(Wholeast will seem to do so,) my past life

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A juist and open trial. While she lives,
Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true,

| Haledo My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me, As I am now unhappy; which is more, And think upon my bidding! [Lxeunt. Than history can pattern, though devis'd,

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I me,

To To
A fellow of the royal bed, which owe

A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter,

lbare SCENEI. The same.. A street in some town, The mother to a hopeful prince, -- here standing, Enter Cleomenes and Dion.

To prate and talk for life, and honour, 'fore Cleo. The climate's delicate, the air most sweet, Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it, Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for honour, lprize The common praise it bears.

'Tis a derivative from me to mine, Dion. I shall report,

And only that I stand for. Jappeal For most it caught me, the celestial habits,

To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes (Methinks, I so should term them, and the reverence Came to your court, how I was in your grace, of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice! How merited to be so; since he came,

Idos How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly,

With what encounter so uncurrent I
It was i'the offering!
Have strain'd, to appear thus: if one jot beyond

120 Cleo. But, of all, the burst

Thebound of honour, or, in act, or will,
And the ear-deafening voice o'the oracle,

That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts
Kin to Jove's thunder, so surpris'd my sense, Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kiu
That I was nothing.
Cry Fye upon my grave!

Her Dion. If the event o'the journey

Leori. Ine'er heard yet,
Prove as successful to the queen, -0, be't so! - That any of these bolder vices wanted
As it hath been to us, rare, pleasant, speedy, Less impudence, to gainsay what they did,
The time is worth the use on't.
Than to perform it first.

0ї р Cleo. Great Apollo,

Her. That's true enough;
Turn all to the best! These proclamations, Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me.
So forcing faults upon Hermione,
Leon. You will not own it.

I little like.
Her. More than mistress of,

Bee Dion. The violent carriage ofit

Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not Will clear, or end, the business. When the oracle, At all acknowledge. For Polixenes,

Of (Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up,) (With whom I am accus’d,) I do confess,

Yc Shallthe contents discover, some-thing rare i lov’d him, as in honour he requir'd; Even then will rush to knowledge. -Go,-fresh horses!- With such a kind of love, as might become And gracious be the issue!

(Exeunt. A lady, like me; with a love, even such,

So, aud no other, as yourself commanded: SCENE II. – The same. A court of justice. Which not to have done, I think, had been in me

le Leostes, Lords, and Officers, appear properly seated. Both disobedience and ingratitude Leon.This sessions(to our great grief, we pronounce,) Toyou,and toward your friend, whose love

had spoke,
Even pushes 'gainst our heart: the party tried, Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely,
The daughter of a king, our wife, and one That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy:
Of as too much belov'd.- Let us be clear'd

I know not, how it tastes; though it be dish'd
Of being tyrannous, since we so openly

For me, to try how: all I know of it Proceed in justice; which shall have due course, Is, that Camillo was an honest man; Even to the guilt, or the purgation.

why he left yourcourt, the gods themselves, Produce the prisoner!

Wotting no more than 1, are ignorant.
Offi. It is his highness' pleasure, that the queen Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know,
Appearin person here in court. - Silence!

What you have unterta'en to do in's absence.
Hermione is brought in, guarded; Paulina and La Her. Sir,
dies, attending

You speak a language, that I understand not: Leon. Read the indictment!

My life stands in the level of your dreams, off. Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, king Which I'll lay down. of Sicilia, thou art here accused und arraigned of Leon. Your actions are my dreams; high treason, in committing adultery with Polixenes, You had a bastard by Polixenes, king of Bohemia, and conspiring with Camillo to And I but dream'd it. As you were past all shame, take away the life of our sovereign lord the king, thy (Those of your fact are so,) so past all truth: royal husband: the pretence whereof being by circum- Which to deny, concerns more, than avails : stunces partly laid open, thou, Hermione, contrary Foras to the faith and allegiance of a true subject, didst Thy brat hath been, cast out, like to itself, counsel and aid them, for their better safety, to fly No father owning it, (which is, indeed, away by night.

More criminal in thee,than it, so thou Her. Since what I am to say, must be but that, Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage, Which contradicts my accusation, and

Look for no less than death! The testimony on my part, no other

Her. Sir, spare your threats! But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me The bug, which you would fright me with, I seek. To say, Not guilty ; mine integrity

To me cau life be no commodity : Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, The crown and comfort of my life, your favour, Be so receiv'd, But thus, “If powers divine

I do give lost; for I do feel it gone, Behold our human actions, (as they do,)

But know not, how it went. My second joy, I doubt not then, but innocence shall make

And first-fruits of my body, from his presence False accusation blush, and tyranny

I am barr’d, like one infectious. My third comfort Tremble at patience. --- You, my lord, best know, Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast,

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The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth, To bloody thonghts and to revenge, I chose
Haled out to murder; myself on every post

Camillo for the minister, to poison
Proclaim'd a strumpet; with immodest hatred, My friend Polixenes: which had been done,
The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs But that the good mind of Camillo tardied
To women of all fashion. Lastly, hurried

My swift command, though I with death, and with Hereto this place, i'the open air, before

Reward, did threaten and encourage him, I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege,

Not doing it, and being done: he, most humane, Tell me, what blessings I have here alive,

And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed! Unclasp'd my practice, quit his fortunes here, But yet hear this; mistake me not!-- No! life, Which you knew great, and to the certain hazard I prize it not a straw: - but for mine honour,

Of all uncertainties himself commended, (Which I would free,) if I shall be condemn'd No richer, than his honour. How he glisters Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else,

Thorough my rust! and how his piety But what your jealousies awake, I tell you,

Does my deeds make the blacker! 'Tis rigour, and not law. - Your honours all,

Re-enter PaulisA. I do refer me to the oracle;

Paul. Woe the while! Apollo be my judge!

0, cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it, i Lord. This your request

Break too! Is altogether just: therefore, bring forth

1 Lord. What fit is this, good lady? And in Apollo's name, his oracle!

Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? [Exeunt certain Officers. What wheels? racks? fires? What flaying? boiling, Her. The emperor of Russia was my father : In leads, or oils? what old, or newer torture O, that he were alive, and here beholding

Must I receive; whose every

word deserves His daughter's trial! that he did but see

To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny The flatness of my misery; yet with eyes

Together working with thy jealousies, --Of pity, not revenge!

Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle Re-enter Officers, with Cleomenes and Dior. For girls of nine! — o, think, what they have done, Offi. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice, And then run mad, indeed ; stark mad! for all That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have,

Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it. Been both at Delphos, and from thence have brought That thou betray'dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing; This seal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd

That did bnt show thee, of a fool, inconstant, Of great Apollo's priest: and that, since then, And damnable ungrateful: nor was't much, You have not dar'd to break the holy seal,

Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's honour, Nor read the secrets in't.

To have him killa king; poor trespasses, Cleo. Dion. All this we swear.

More monstrous standing by! whereof I reckon Leon. Break up the seals, and read!

The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter, Offi. [Reads.] Hermione is chaste, Polixenes blame- To be or none, or little; though a devil less, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealous ty- Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't: rant, his innocent babe truly begotten; and the king Nor is’t directly laid to thee, the death shall live without an heir, if that, which is lost, be or the young prince; whose honourable thonghts not found.

(Thoughts high for one so tender) cleft the heart Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo!

That could conceive, a cross and foolish sire Her. Praised!

Blemislı'd his gracious dam: this is not, no, Leon, Hast thon read truth?

Laid to thy answer: but the last, – 0, lords, Offi. Ay, my lord; even so,

When I have said, cry, woe! - the queen, the queen, As it is here set down.

The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance Leon. There is no truth at alli'the oracle:

fort The sessions shall proceed ; this is mere falsehood. Not dropp'd down yet. Enter a Servant, hastily.

1 Lord. The higher powers forbid ! Serv. My lord the king, the king!

Puul. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't: if word, nor oath Leon. What is the business?

Prevail not, go and see! If you can bring Serv. O sir, I shall be hated to reportit:

Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye, The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve yon, Of the queen's speed, is gone.

As I would do the gods. — But, O thou tyrant! Leon. How! gone?

Do not repent these things ! for they are heavier, Sery. Is dead.

Than all thy woes can stir. Therefore betake thee Leon. Apollo's angry, and the heavens themselves To nothing but despair ! A thousand knees, Do strike at my injustice. (Hermione faints.] How Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting, now there?

Upon a barren mountain, and still winter Paul. This news is mortal to the queen. - Look In storm perpetual, could not move the gods down,

To look that way thou wert. And see what death is doing!

Leon. Go on, go on! Leon. Take her hence;

Thou canst not speak too much; I have desery'd Her heart is but o'erchargd; she will recover, I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion:

All tongues to talk their bitterest.

1 Lord. Say no more! 'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life! - Apollo, pardon

Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault

l'the boldness of your speech, [Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with Herm. Paul. lam sorry fort; My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle ! I'll reconcile me to Polixenes,

All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, New woo my queen, recal the good Camillo,

I do repent. Alas, I have show'd too much

The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd
Whom I proclaim a man oftruth, of mercy:
For, being transported by my jealousies

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Should be past grief. Do not receive affliction, Of king Polixenes, it should here be laid,

ning, I At my petition, I beseechi you; rather Either for life, or death, upon the earth

od the Let me be punish’d, that have minded you

Ofits right father. — Blossom, speed thee well!
Of what you should forget! Now, good my liege,

(Laying down the child.
Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman!

There lie, and there thy character, there these,
The love I bore your queen, ---- lo, fool again!

[Laying down a bundle. 0.. Yo I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children; Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, we forgi I'll not remember you of my own lord,

And still rest thine. The storm begins :-poor
Whois lost too: take your patience to you,

And I'll say nothing.

That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd
Leon. Thou didst speak but well,

To loss, and what may follow! - Weep I cannot,
When most the truth; which I receive much better, But my heart bleeds : and most accurs'd am I,
Than to be pitied of thee. Pr’ythee, bring me To be by oath enjoin'd to this. - Farewell!

To the dead bodies of my queen, and son:

The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have
One grave shall be for both: upon them shall A lullaby too rough: Inever saw
The causes of their death appear, unto

The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour ? - teeth
Our shame perpetual. Once a day I'll visit

Wellmay I get aboard !-- This is the chace ;
Thechapel, where they lie; and tears, shed there, I am gone for ever. (Exit, pursued by a bear.
Shall be my recreation. So long as

Enter an old Shepherd.
Nature will bear up with this exercise,

Shep. I would, there were no age between ten and
So long I daily vow to use it. Come,

three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep out the
And lead me to these sorrows!

[Exeunt. rest : furthere is nothing in the between but getting

wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing,
SCENE II.-Bohemia. A desert country near the sea. lighting. -- Hark you now! Would any but these

Enter Antigonts, with the child; and a Mariner. boiled brains of nineteen, and two-and-twenty, hunt
Ant. Thou art perfect then, our ship hath touch'd this weather? They have scared away two of my best

sheep; which, I fear, the wolf will sooner find, than
The deserts of Bohemia?

the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-
Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear,

side, browzing on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will!
We have landed iuilltime; the skies look grimly, what have we here? (Taking up the child.] Mercy
And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, on's, a barne; a very pretty barne! A boy, or a child,
The heavens with that, we have in hand, are angry, I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty one! Sure,
And frown upon us.

some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can read
Ant. Their sacred wills be done! Go, get aboard; waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has been
Look to thy bark! I'll not be long, before

some stair-work,some trunk-work, some behind-door-
I call upon tee.

work: they were warmer, that got this, than the poor
Mar. Make your best haste, and go not
thing is here. I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry, till

Too far i’the land; 'tis like to be loud weather; my son come; he hollaed but even now. Whoa, ho hoa! TOF
Besides, this place is famous for the creatures

Enter Clown.

Of prey, that keep upon't.
Clo. Hilloa, loa !

Ant. Go thou away.
Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to

I'll follow instantly.
talk on, when thou art dead and rotten, come hither!

Mar. I am glad at heart

What ailest thou, man?
Tobe so rido'the business,

[Exit. Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land; Ant. Come, poor babe!

- but I am not to say, it is a sea, forit is now the sky;
I have heard, (but not believ'd) the spirits of the dead betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a boda
May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother kin's point,
Appear'd to me last night; for ue'er was dream Shep. Why, boy, how is it?
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,

Clo. I would, you did but see, how it chafes, how it
Sometimes her head on one side, some another; rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the
I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,

point. O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! someSo fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes, . times to see'em, and not to see'em: now the ship Like very sanctity, she did approach

boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swalMy cabin, where Ilay: thrice bow'd before me, lowed with yest and froth, as you'd trust a cork into a And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes

hogs-head. And then for the land service, - to see Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon

how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cried Did this break from her: Good Antigonus,

lo me for help, and said, his name was Antigonus, a Since fate, against thy better disposition,

nobleman! But to make an end of the ship :-to see Hath made the person for the thrower-out

how the sea flap-dragoned it:- but, first, how the of my poor babe, according to thine oath,

poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; - and Places remote enough are in Bohemia,

how the poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe him, both roaring louder, than the sea, or weather. Is counted lost forever, Perdita,

Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
I prythee, callt: for this un gentle business, Clo. Now, now; I have not winked since I saw these
Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see

sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the
Thy wife Paulina more: and so, with shrieks, bear half dined on the gentleman; he's at it now,
She melted into air. Affrighted much,

Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the ol I did in time collect myself, and thought

man ! This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys : Clo. I would, you had been by the ship side, to ha Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously,

helped her; there your charity would have lack I will be squar'd by this. I do believe,


[Asie Hermione hath soffer's death; and that

Shep. Heavy matters ! heavy matters! but look th Apollo would, this being indeed the issue

here, boy! Now bless thyself; thou met'st with thi

Now Tou

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