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Her heart is but o'ercharg'd : she will recover:
(Exeunt Paul, and Ladies, with Her,
Woe the while ! O, cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it, Break too!
First Lord. What fit is this, good lady?
Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me? What wheels ? racks ? fires ? what flaying? or what boiling In lead or oil ? what old or newer torture Must I receive, whose every word deserves To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny Together working with thy jealousies,Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle For girls of nine, - 0, think what they have done, And then run mad indeed,- stark mad! for all Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it. That thou betray’dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing,
That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant,
First Lord. The higher powers forbid !
Paul. I say she's dead ; I'll swear't. If word nor oath
Go on, go on :
Say no more:
I'm sorry for't:
At my petition; I beseech you, rather
Thou didst speak but well,
(Exeunt. SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert country near the sea.
Enter ANTIGONUS with the Child, and a Mariner.
Ant. Thou’rt perfect, then, our ship hath touch'd upon The deserts of Bohemia ? Mar.
Ay, my lord; and fear We've 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 's.
Ant. Their sacred wills be done ! Go, get aboard ;
Mar. Make your best haste; and go not
Go thou away :
I'm glad at heart
Come, poor babe :-I've heard,- but not believ'd, — the spirits 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 sorrow, So fill’d and so becoming : in pure white robes, Like very sanctity, she did approach My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me ; And, gasping to begin some speech, 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 wend, and leave it crying; and, for the babe Is counted lost for ever, Perdita, I prithee, call't. 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 This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys: Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously, I will be squar'd by this. I do believe Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that Apollo would, this being indeed the issue Of king Polixenes, it should here be laid, Either for life or death, upon
the earth Of its right father.- Blossom, speed thee well!
[Laying down the Child, with a scroll 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
Thunder 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 accurs'd am I To be by oath enjoin'd to this.— Farewell!
The day frowns more and more : - thou rt like to have
[Noise of hunters, dogs, and bears within, 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 any where I have them, 'tis by the seaside, browsing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will ! what have we here? [Seeing the Child.] 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 been 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 hallooed but even now.- Whoa, ho, hoa !
Clo. [within] 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 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 swallowed with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead,