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Thy wife Paulina more:---and so, with shrieks,
[Laying down the child. There lie; and there 8 thy character: there these ;
[Laying down a bundle.
(Exit, pursued by a bear,
8 by charaéter , ]—what may hereafter conduce to the discovery of thy true quality Í A favage clamour ?]—The cry of dogs and hunters. the chace ;]-the beaft pursued.
Hark you now!--Would any but these boil'd brains of nineteen, and two and cwenty, 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 sea-side, brouzing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we here? [Taking up the child.] Mercy on's, a barne! a 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 Itair-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 holloo'd but even now. Whoa, họ hoa!
Enter Clown. Clo, Hilloa, loa!
Shep. What, art fo near? If thou’lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail'lt thou, man ?
Clo. I have seen two such lights, 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 ! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em : now the ship boring the moon with her main-malt; 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,
' a child,)-a girl. some fcape : )-chance bargain.
his name was Antigonus, a nobleman :-But to make an end of the ship ;-to see how the sea "Aap-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 weather,
Sbep. '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 now. .
Sbep. Would I had been by, to have help'd the old man.
Clo. I would you had been by the ship side, to have help'd her; there your charity would have lack'd footing.
[Afide. Shep. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou met'st with things dying, I with things new born. Here's a sight 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 changeling :- open’t : What's within, boy ?
Clo. 9 You're a made old man ; if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold !
Sbep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so : up with it, keep it close; home, home, the next way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still, requires nothing but secrecy.—Let my theep go :-Come, good boy, the next way home.
Clo. 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 left, I'll bury it.
flap-dragon'd it :)—swallowed it like a cork. o a bearing-cloib)--a mantle. D changeling :)-child left in lieu of one stoln by the fairies.
9 You're a made old man;]~Your fortune's made by this lucky inci. dent. 'carf,}-mischievous.
Shep. That's a good deed: If thou may'st discern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to the light of him.
Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i'the ground.
Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds on't.
Time. I, that please some, try all; both joy, and terror,
that make, and unfold error,]--occafion absurdities by the portion of me that is paft, and develope them in my progress.
'growth untry'd of that wide gap:)--that long series of years, and their product unexamined.
"Let me pass the fame I am, ere ancient A order was, or what is now receiv'd:]-Conceive of me now, as of old, before any regular succeflion of events was established, or the terms ancient and modern known.
w The glistering of this present,)--the glare of novelty, which marks the manners of to-day.
I turn my glass; and give my scene such growing,
(Exit. S CE NE I.
The Court of Bohemia.
Enter Polixenes and Camillo. Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importu. náte : 'tis a sickness, denying thee any thing; a death to grant this. :
Cam. It is fixteen years, since I saw my country: though I have for the most part, been aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the penirent king, my master, hath sent for me: to whose feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think fo; which is another spur to my departure.
Pol. As thou lov'st me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest * Is the argument of time :] – The subject of the present time.