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I call upon
ANT. Go thou away;
‘Mar. I am glad at heart, To be so rid o’the business.
[Exit Mariner. Ant. Come, poor babe: I have heard, (but not believ'd) the sp'rits o'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, some' another ; I never saw a vessel 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 fpeech, her eyes Became two spouts : the fury spent, anon Did this break from her : Good Antigonus, Since fate, against thy better disposition, Hath made thy person for the thrower-out Of my poor babe, according to thine oath, Places remote enough are in Bohemia, There weep, and leave it crying ; and, for the babe Is counted loft for ever, Perdita, I pr’ythee, callt: for this ungentle business, Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see Thy wife Paulina more : and so, with shrieks, She melted into air. Affrighted much,
I did in time collect myself; and thought
if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, And still rest thine. -- The storm begins: - Poor wretch, That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd To loss, and what may follow! - Weep I cannot, But my
heart bleeds : and most accurft am I, To be by oath enjoin’d to this. - Farewel! The day frowns more and more; thou'rt like to have A lullaby too rough : I never saw The heavens so dim by day. A favage clamour ? Well may I get aboard ! This is the chace; I am gone for ever.
[Exit, pursu'd by a Bear.
Enter a Shepherd. Sbe. I would, there were no age between thir teen 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 auncientry, ftealing, fighting. Hark you now! Would any but these boild brains, of nineteen, and two and twenty, hunt this weather ? They have scar'd 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 seafide, browzing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will !
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what have we here? Mercy on's! a barne; á 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 ftair-work, some trunk work, 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 fon come ; he halloo'd but even now. Whoa, ho hoa !
Enter Clown. Clo. Hilloa, loa!
She. What, art so near ? If thou'lt fee a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail'lt thou, man? Clo. I have seen two such fights, by fea, and by
-- but I am not to say, it is a fea, for it is now the sky ; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.
She. Why, boy, how is it?
Clo. I would, you did but fee how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the point: 0, the most piteous cry of the poor fouls ! sometimes, to see 'em; and then, not to see ’em: now the ship boring the moon with her mainmaft; and anon swallow'd with yeft and froth, 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 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 the weather.
Sbe. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
Clo. Now, now; I have not wink'd since I saw these sights : the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half din’d on the gentleman ; he's at it
Sbe. 'Would I had been by, to have help'd the old
Clo. I would you had been by the ship side, to have help'd her; there your charity would have lack'd footing
She. Heavy matters ! heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou met'it with things dying, I with things new born. Here's a fight 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 changling :-open't: What's within, boy?
Clo. You're a made old man; if the fins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!
She. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove fo: up with't, keep it close ; home, home, the next way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still, requires nothing but fecresy. - Let my sheep goi-Come, good boy, the next way home.
Cl. 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 curft, but when they are hungry: if there be any of him lest,
I'll bury it.
She. That's a good deed: If thou may't discern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to th' fight of him.
Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i'th' ground.
She. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds on't.
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