That thou betray'dft Polixenes, 'twas nothing; (8) Would have fhed water out of fire, ere don't: Not dropt down yet. Lord. The higher Powers forbid! Pau. I fay, fhe's dead: I'll fwear't: if word, nor oath, Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll ferve you (8) That thou betray'dft Polixenes,' twas Nothing; And damnable ingrateful.] I have ventur'd at a flight Alteration here, against the Authority of all the Copies. It is certainly too grofs and blunt in Paulina, tho' She might impeach the King of Fooleries in fome of his paft Actions and Conduct, to call him downright a Fool. And it is much more pardonable in her to arraign his Morals, and the Qualities of his Mind, than rudely to call him Idiot to his Face. To To look that way thou wert. Leo. Go on, go on: Thou canst not fpeak too much; I have deserv'd Lord. Say no more; Howe'er the bufinefs goes, you have made fault Pau. I am forry for't. All faults I make, when I fhall come to know them, I do repent: alas, I've fhew'd too much The rafhness 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 affliction At my petition, I befeech you; rather Let me be punish'd, that have minded you The love I bore your Queen-lo, fool again!- Who is loft too. Take you your patience to you, Leo. Thou didst speak but well, When most the truth; which I receive much better The Chappel where they lye, and tears, fhed there, I daily vow to use it. Come, and lead me [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE changes to Bohemia. A defart Country; the Sea at a little distance. Enter Antigonus with a Child, and a Mariner. HOU art perfect then, our fhip hath touch'd • Ant. Th upon The defarts of Bohemia? Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear, We've landed in ill time: the skies look grimly, Ant. Their facred wills be done! get thee aboard, Mar. Make your best hafte, and go not Ant. Go thou away. I'll follow inftantly. Mar. I'm glad at heart To be fo rid o' th' bufinefs. Ant. Come, poor babe; [Exit. I have heard, but not believ'd, the fpirits of the dead So fill'd, and fo becoming; in pure white robes, My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me, "Places "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 pr'ythee, call't. For this ungentle bufinefs, I did in time collect myfelf, and thought [Laying down the child. There lye, and there thy character: there thefe, Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty one, And still reft thine. The ftorm begins ;- -Poor wretch, To loss, and what may follow, (weep I cannot, The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have The heav'ns fo dim by day. A favage clamour! I am gone for ever. [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 fleep out the reft: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, ftealing, fightinghark you now!would any but thefe boil'd brains of nineteen, and two and twenty, hunt this weather? They have fcar'd away two of my beft fheep, which, I fear, the wolf will fooner find than the mafter; if any where I have them, 'tis by the fea-fide, 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 'fcape: tho' I am not bookish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the 'fcape. This has been fome ftair-work, fome trunk. work, fome behind-door-work: they were warmer that got this, than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for fon come: he hollow'd but pity, yet I'll tarry till my even now; Whoa, ho-hoa! Clo. Hilloa, loa! Enter Clown. Shep. What, art fo near? if thou'lt fee a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail'ft thou, man? Clo. I have feen two fuch fights, by fea and by land; but I am not to fay, it is a fea; 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 fee how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the fhore; but that's not to the point; oh, the moft piteous cry of the poor fouls, fome. times to fee 'em, and not to fee 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast, and anon fwallow'd with yeft and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogfhead. And then for the land fervice,- to fee how the Bear tore out his fhoulder-bone, how he cry'd to me for help, and faid, his name was Antigonus, a nobleman. But to make an end of the fhip, to fee how the fea flap-dragon'd it. But first, how the poor fouls 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 fea, or weather. Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy? Clo. Now, now, I have not wink'd fince I saw these fights; the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half din'd on the gentleman; he's at it now. (9) Shep. |