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The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and vengeance
for't Not dropp'd down yet.
1. Lord. The higher powers forbid !
Leon. Go on, go on:
1. Lord. Say no more ;
Paul. I am sorry fort;
I'll not remember you of mine own lord,
Leon. Thou didst speak but well,
Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a
Mariner Ant. Thou art perfect then, our ship hath tonch'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 ipon us. Ant. Their sacred wills be done!
Too far i'the land : 'tis like to be loud weather;
Ant. Go'thou away;
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
Hermione hath suffcr'd death; and that
[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
This is the chace;
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! what 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 onc: 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 hollard but even now. Whoa, ho hoa!
Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see 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 seå, and by land; - but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is 110v the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, yoil 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: (), 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 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 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 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 sca, or weather.
Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy? Clown. Now, now; I have ilot wink'd since I