Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting, Go on, go on; Leon. Thou canst not speak too much: I have deserv'd All tongues to talk their bitterest. 1 Lord. Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault Paul. The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd To the noble heart. What's help, gone, and what's past Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege, 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 your patience to you, Leon. Thou didst speak but well, When most the truth; which I receive much better Than to be pitied of thee. Pr'ythee, 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 appear, unto Our shame perpetual: Once a day I'll visit The chapel where they lie; and tears, shed 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 sorrows. [Exeunt. F SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert Country near the Sea. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner. Ant. Thou art perfect' then, our ship hath touch'd upon The deserts of Bohemia? Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly, And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, The heavens with that we have in hand are angry, And frown upon us. Ant. Their sacred wills be done!-Go, get aboard; Mar. Make your best haste; and go not Go thou away: To be so rid o'the business. Ant. I have heard, (but not believ'd,) the spirits of the dead May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes, My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me; 7 Well-assured. And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes I pr'ythee, call't; for this ungentle business, I did in time collect myself; and thought [Laying down the Child. There lie; and there thy character: there these; [Laying down a Bundle. please, both breed thee, The storm begins :- Poor That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd To be by oath enjoin'd 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 clamour? 8 The writing afterward discovered with Perdita. you now! Enter an old Shepherd. Would any Hark 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 wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting. 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 any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, browzing on 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 pretty one; a very pretty one: I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son come; he hollaed but even now, Whoa, họ hoa ! Clo. Hilloa, loa! Enter Clown. Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ailest 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? 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: O, 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-mast; and anon 9 Child. VOL. IV. swallowed 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 cried 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-dragoned' it :but, first, how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them; and how the poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder than the sea or weather. "Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy? Clo. Now, now; I have not winked since I saw these sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half dined on the gentleman; he's at it now. Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the old man!: Clo. I would you had been by the ship side, to have helped her; there your charity would have lacked footing. [Aside. 2 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. You're a made old man; if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold! Shep. 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, re quires nothing but secrecy. Let my sheep go: Come, good boy, the next way home. I Swallowed. 2 The mantle in which a child was carried to be baptized. |