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The love I bore your queen,-lo, fool again !-
Thou didst speak but well,
SCENE III. —Bohemia. A Desert Country near
the Sea. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Babe ; and a Mariner. Ant. Thou art perfect then, our ship hath
touched upon The deserts of Bohemia ?
Ay, my lord ; and fear
Mar. Make your best haste, and go not
Go thou away :
I am glad at heart
Come, poor babe :-
Like very sanctity, she did approach
[Laying down the Babe. 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 cla
mour,— Well may I get aboard !—this is the chase :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 sleep out the rest ; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.—Hark you now !-Would 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 anywhere I have them, 't is by the seaside, browsing of ivy. Good luck, an 't be thy will !—What have we here? [Taking up the Babe.] Mercy on ’s, a barn ; a very pretty barn! 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 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 up for pity; yet I'll tarry till my son come : he hollaed but even now.– Whoa, ho hoa !
Clo. [Without.] Hilloa, loa !
Shep. What! art so near ? If thou 'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. :
Enter Clown. 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?