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I call upon thee.

Mar. Make your best haste, and go not
Too far i’ the land : 'tis like to be loud weather ;
Besides, this place is famous for the creatures
Of prey that keep upon 't.

Go thou away :
I'll follow instantly.

I am glad at heart
To be so rid o' the business.

[Exit. Ant.

Come, poor babe:
I have heard, but not believed, the spirits o' the

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 filld 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 weep 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

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21. vessel, creature. 22. so becoming, so seemly in her sorrow.

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This was so and no slumber.

Dreams are toys :
Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously,
I will be squared 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!
There lie, and there thy character: there these ;
Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee,

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,

my heart bleeds; and most accursed am I To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewell ! The day frowns more and more : thou ’rt like to have A lullaby too rough : I never saw The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour ! Well

may I get aboard ! This is the chase : I am gone for ever. [Exit

, pursued by a bear.


Enter a Shepherd.
Shep. I would there were no age,

between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would 60 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


but these boiled brains of

41. be squared by, shape my 56. A savage clamour, i.e. course in accordance with.

of the bear-hunters and hounds. 47. character, identifying de- 57. the chase, the quarry. scription.

60. ten. Capell suggested 47. these, the gold and clothes thirteen, and the Globe edd. put which he lays down.

sixteen in their text. 48. breed, provide for its 63. the ancientry, 'the old rearing.



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? Mercy on's, a barne ; 70 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 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 !

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Enter Clown. Clo. Hilloa, loa !

Shep. What, art so near ? If thou 'lt see 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 swallowed with yest and froth, as you ’ld thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land-service, to see how

71. child, girl (probably, like 73. scape, slip, faux pas. .barne,' a dialectic use).

94. yest, foam.

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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.

Shep. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself: thou mettest with things dying, I with things newborn. 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 : 120 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


100. flap - dragoned, gulped on which the child was carried down. The flap-dragon was a to the font. burning substance set afloat in

124. made, Theobald's a glass of liquor and swallowed emendation for F, mad, placed at a gulp.

beyond doubt by a corresponding I11. the old man. That An- passage in Greene: “The good tigonus was 'old' agrees with old man desired his wife to be ii. 3. 162, but it is not apparent quiet ; she would hold her how the shepherd knew it. peace, they were made for 119. bearing-cloth, the cloth ever.

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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 't, keep it close : home, home, the next way.

We are lucky, boy ; and to be so still requires nothing but secrecy. Let my 130 sheep 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 curst but when they are hungry: if there be any of him left, I 'll bury it. Shep. That's a good deed. If thou mayest

. discern by that which is left of him what he is, fetch me to the sight of him.

Clo. Marry, will I ; and you shall help to put 140 him i' the ground.

Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on 't.


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Enter TIME, the Chorus. Time. I, that please some, try all, both joy and terror Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error, Now take upon me, in the name of Time, To use my wings. Impute it not a crime To me or my swift passage, that I slide O’er sixteen years and leave the growth untried

135. curst, ill-tempered. in the ensuing words of the title

Time, the Chorus. This page, as quoted in the Intro. device was probably suggested

duction. by the title of Greene's romance, 6. leave the growth untried, Pandosto, or the Triumph of inquire not what has grown (in Time-the title being expanded the interval).

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