ACT IV. Enter TIME, as Chorus. Time. I, that please some, try all; both joy and terror Of good and bad; that make, and unfold error,- O'er sixteen years and leave the growth untried To plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass, Or what is now received: I witness to The times that brought them in; so shall I do Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing Gentle spectators, that I now mow be In fair Bohemia; and remember well, I mentioned a son o' the king's, which Florizel To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace Be known when 't is brought forth;-a shepherd's daughter, And what to her adheres which follows after, If ever you have spent time worse ere now: [Exit. SCENE I.-Bohemia. A Room in the Palace of POLIXENES. Enter POLIXENES and CAMILLO. Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate; 't is a sickness denying thee anything, 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, Besides, the peni 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 not to have had thee than thus to want thee. Thou, having made me businesses which none without thee can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thee the very services thou hast done; which if I have not enough considered,—as too much I cannot,—to be more thankful to thee shall be my study; and my profit therein, the heaping friendships. Of that fatal country, Sicilia, pr'ythee speak no more, whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, and reconciled king, my brother, whose loss of his most precious queen and children are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when saw'st thou the Prince Florizel, my son? Kings are no less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they are in losing them when they have approved their virtues. Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince. known; but I have missingly noted he is of late much retired from court, and is less frequent to his princely exercises than formerly he hath appeared. Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo, and with some care; so far, that I have eyes under my service which look upon his removedness: from whom I have this intelligence, that he is seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd; a man, they say that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate. Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a daughter of most rare note: the report of her is extended more that can be thought to begin from such a cottage. Pol. That's likewise part of my intelligence, but I fear the angle that plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompany us to the place, where we will, not appearing what we are, have some question with the shepherd; from whose simplicity I think it not uneasy to get the cause of my son's resort thither. Pr'ythee, be my present partner in this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia. THE WINTER'S TALE. 89 SCENE II.-The Same. A Road near the Shepherd's Cottage. Enter AUTOLYCUS, singing. When daffodils begin to peer,— With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,- The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing !— Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lirra chants, With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay. I have served Prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore three pile; but now I am out of service: But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? The pale moon shines by night; And when I wander here and there, I then do most co |