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Since fate, against thy better disposition,
and no slumber. Dreams are toys;
[Laying down the Child. There lie; and there thy character:' there these ;
[Laying down a bundle. 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 exposed To loss, and what may follow !-Weep I cannot, But my heart bleeds, and most accursed am I, To be by oath enjoined to this.—Farewell! The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have A lullaby too rough. I never saw The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamor ! :Well may I get aboard! This is the chase; I am gone forever. [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 SWould any but these boiled brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty, hunt this weather ? They 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 of 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 trunk-work, some behinddoor 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 hollaed but even now. Whoa, ho, hoa!
1 i. e. description. The writing afterward discovered with Perdita.
2 “A savage clamor.” This clamor was the cry of the dogs and hunters; then seeing the bear, he cries, This is the chase, i. e. the animal pursued.
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 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 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
1 This is from the novel. It is there said to be " sea ivie, on which they do greatly feed.”
ship boring the moon with her main-mast; and anon swallowed 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 flap-dragoned' it:—but, first, how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; -and how the poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather.
Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
clo. Now, now; I have not winked since I saw these sights. The men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half dined on the gentleman; he's at it
Shep. 'Would I had been by, to have helped the old man !
Clo. I would you had been by the ship side, to have helped her; there your charity would have lacked footing
[Aside. Shep. 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 ? 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 changeling.-Open't. What's within, boy?
Clo. You're a made 3 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 'twill prove so: up with it, keep it close ; home, home, the next 4 way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still, requires nothing but secrecy.—Let my sheep go.—Come, good boy, the next way home.
1 i. e. swallowed it, as our ancient topers swallowed flap-dragons.
2 A bearing-cloth is the mantle of fine cloth, in which a child was carried to be baptized.
3 The old copies read mad. The emendation is Theobald's. 4 i. e. nearest.
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 mayst discern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to the sight of him.
Clo. Marry, will I: and you shall help to put him i'the ground.
Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds on't.
Enter Time, as Chorus.
Time. 1,—that please some, try all; both joy and
terror, Of good and bad ; that make, and unfold error.Now take upon me, in the name of Time, To use my wings. Impute it not a crime, To me, or my swift passage, that I slide O’er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried Of that wide gap; since it is in my power To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour To plant and o'erwhelm custom. The same I am, ere ancient'st order was, Or what is now received. I witness to The times that brought them in; so shall I do To the freshest things now reigning; and make stale The glistering of this present, as my tale
Let me pass
1 Curst here signifies mischievous.
Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing,
SCENE I. The same. A Room in the Palace of
Enter POLIXENES and CAMILLO.
Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate. Tis a sickness, denying thee any thing; a death, to grant this.
Cam. It is fifteen years since I saw my country: though I have, for the most part, been aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent king, my master, hath sent for me ; to whose feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think so; which is another spur to my departure.
Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of thy services, by leaving me now. The need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath made; better
1 i. e. approve.