The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance

for't Not dropp'd down yet.

1. Lord. The higher powers forbid ! Paul. I say, she's dead; I'll sweart: if word,

nor oath,
Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring
Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye,'
Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you
As I would do the Gods. But, O thou tyrant!
Do not repent these things; for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can stir: therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair. A thousand knees
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter
Ini storm perpetual, could not move the Gods
To look that way thou wert.

Leon. Go on, go on:
Thou canst not speak ino much; I have desery'd
All tongues to talk their bitterest.

1. Lord. Say no more ;
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
I'the boldness of your speech.

Paul. I am sorry fort; All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, I do repent: Alas, I have show'd too much The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd To the noble heart. What's gone, and what's past

help, Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction At my petition, I beseech you; rather Let me be punish'd, that have minded you Of what you should forget. Now, good my Liege, Sir, royal Sir; forgive a foolish woman: 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 mine own lord,
Who is lost too: Take your patience to you,
And I'll say nothing.

Leon. Thou didst speak but well,
When most the truth; which I receive much better
Than to be pitied of thee. Prythee, 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, into
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,

I
And lead me to these sorrows.

[ Exeunt.

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!

aboard; Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before call upon thee. Mar. Make your best haste; and go not

Go, get

Too far i'the land : 'tis like to be loud wearlier;
Besides, this place is famous for the creatures
Of prey, that keep upon't.

Ant. Go thou away;
I'll follow instantly,

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

( Exit. Ant. Come, poor babe: I have heard, (but not believ'd,) the spirits of 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 fillid, 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 spous: 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 prythee, callit: 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 belicve, .

Hermione hath suffcr'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. 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, 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 art like to

have A lullaby too rough: I never saw The heavens so dimn by day. A savage clamour? Well may I get aboard! This is the chace; 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 youh would slecp 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 boild brains of nineteen, and two. and-twenty, hunt this weather? There 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! whai have we here? [ Taking up the child.) Mercy on's, a barne; a very pretty

barnel. 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, sore 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 holla'd but even now. Whoa, ho hoa!

and

Enter Clown.
Clown. Hilloa , loa !

Shep. What, art so'near? If thou'lt séc a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail'st thou, man?

Clown. I have seen two such sights, by sea, by land; but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, yoll cannot thrust a bodkin's point.

Shep. Why, boy, how is it?

Clown. 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: 0, 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 mainmast: and anou 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 cried to me for help, and said, his name was Antigomis, 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 roard, and the sea mock'd them; and how the poor Gentleman roard, and the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather.

Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy? Clown. Now, now; I have ilot wink'd since I