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That thou betray'dft Polixenes, 'twas nothing ; (8)
That did but shew thee of a Soul inconstant,
And damnable ingrateful : nor was't much,
Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's honour,
To have him kill a King : poor trespasses,
More monstrous standing by; whereof I reckon
The casting forth to crows thy baby-daughter,
To be, or none, or little ; tho' a devil
Would have shed water out of fire, ere don't :
Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death
Of the young Prince, whose honourable thoughts
(Thoughts high for one so tender) cleft the heart,
That could conceive a gross and foolish Sire
Blemish'd his gracious Dam: this is not, no,
Laid to thy antwer; but the last, O lords,
When I have said, cry, woe! the Queen, the Queen,-
The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance

Not dropt down yet.

Lord. The higher Powers forbid !

Pau. 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 As I would do the Gods. But, O thou tyrant! Do not repent these things ; for they are heavier Than all thy woes can ftir: therefore betake thee To nothing but Despair. A thousand knees, Ten thousand years together, naked, fafting, Upon a barren mountain, and still winter In storm perpetual, could not move the Gods (8) That thou betray'dft Polixenes,' twas Nothing i

That did but few ibee, of a Fool, inconftant,

And damnable ingrateful.] I have ventur'd at a night al. teration here, against the Authority of all the Copies. It is certainly too gross and blunt in Paulina, tho' She might impeach the King of Fooleries in some of his past A&tions and Conduct, to call him downright a Fool. And it is much more pardonable in her to arraigo his Morals, and the Qualities of his Mind, than rudely to call him Idiot to his Face.


To look that way thou wert.

Leo. Go on, go on:
Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd
All tongues to talk their bittereit.

Lord. Say no more ;
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
I'th' boldness of your

Pau. I am sorry for’t.
All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,
I do repent : alas, I've shew'd too much
The rathness of a woman; he is touch'd
To th' noble heart. What's gone, and what's paft help,
Should be past grief.

Do not receive affliction

my petition, I befeech you ; rather
Let me be punish'd, that have minded you
Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege,
Sir, royal Sir, forgive a foolish woman ;
The love I bore your Queen- lo, fool again!
I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children :
I'll not remember you of my own lord,
Who is lost too. Take you your patience to you,
And I'll say nothing.

Leo. Thou didt speak but well,
When most the truth; which I receive much better
Than to be pitied of thee. Prythee, bring me
To the dead bodies of my Queen and son ;
One Grave shall be for both. Upon them shall
The causes of their death

Our shame. perpetual ; once a day I'll visit
The Chappel where they lye, and tears, thed there,
Shall be my recreation. So long as nature
Will bear up with this exercise, so long
I daily vow to use it. Come, and lead me
To these forrows.




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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 ship hath touch'd

upon The defarts of Bobemia ?

Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear,
We've landed in ill time: the skies look grimly,
And threaten prefent blufters. In my conscience,
The heav'ns with that we have in hand are angry,
And frown upon's.

Ant. Their facred wills be done! get thee aboard,
Look to thy bark, I'll not be long before
I call

Mar. Make your best hafte, and go not
Too far i'ch'land; 'tis like to be loud weather,
Befides, this place is famous for the creatures
of prey, that keep upon't.

Ant. Go thou away. I'll follow instantly.

Mar. I'm glad at heart To be fo rid oth'business.

[Exit. Ant. Come, poor babe ; I have heard, but not believ'd, the spirits of 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 one side, fome another, I never saw a veffel of like forrow So fill'd, and so becoming; in pure white robes, Like very fanctity, 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. só Good Antigonus, “ Since fate, against thy better disposition, “ Hath made thy person for the thrower-out Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,

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“ Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
“ There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe
* Is counted lot for ever and ever, Perdita,
“ I pr’ythee, call't. For this ungende bufiness,
“ Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er fhalt fee

Thy wife Paulina more. -And so, with fhrieks,
She melted into air. Affrighted much,
I did in time collect myfelf, and thought
This was fo, and no flamber : Dreams are toys,
Yet for this once, yea, fuperftitiously,
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, it should here be laid,
Either for life or death, upon the earth
Of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well!

[Laying down the child..
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 thas expos'd
To loss, and what may follow, (weep I cannot,

heart bleeds: and moft accurft am I
To be by oach enjoin'd to this.) Farewel !
The day frowns more and more; thou art like to have
A lullaby too rough: I never saw

The heav'ns so dim by day. A favage clamour !
Well may I get aboard ! this is the chace ;
I am gone for ever.

[Exit, pursued by a bear. Enter ax old Shepherd. Shep. I would there were no age between ten and three and twenty, or that youth would sleep out the reft: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fightinghark you now would any but these boiled brains of nineteen, and two and twenty, hunt this weather? They bave fcar'd away two of my beft sheep, which, I fear, the wolf will sooner find than the matter; 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 ; sure, fome 'scape: tho 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-work: they were warmer that got this, than the poor thing is here. I'll take it


for pity, yet I'll tarry 'till my son come: he hollow'd but even now; Whoa, ho-hoa !

Enter Clown. Clo. Hilloa, loa! Shep. What, art so near? if thou'lt fce a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail'ft thou, man?

Clo. I have seen two such fights, 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; oh, the most piteous cry of the poor souls, fome. times to see 'em, and not to see 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her main-mast, 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 fouls roarod, and the sea mock'd them. And how the poor gentleman roard, and the bear mock'd him; both roaring louder than the sea, or weather.

Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy?

Clo. Now, now, I have not wink'd since 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.


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