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saw these sights: the men are no: yet cold under water, nor the bear half dined on the gentleman; he's at it now.
Shep. Would I had been bg, to have help'd the old man !
Clown. I would you had been by the ship side, to have help'd her; there your charity would have lack'd footing.
[ Aside. 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, should be rich by the fairies: this is some changeling: open't: What's within, boy?
Clown. You're a made old man; if the sins of .yonr 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, requi. res nothing but secrecy. Let my sheep go: Come, good boy, the next way home.
Clown. 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 may'st discern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to the sight of him.
Clown. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i'the ground.
Shep. 'Tis a lucky day,. bog; and we'll do good deeds on't.
А ст Iү.
Enter Time, as Chorus.
Time. 1, that please some, try all; both jos,
and terror, Of good and bad; that make, and unfold 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'cr sixtcen years, and leave the growth untried Of that wide gap; since it is in my power To o'erthrow law., and in one self-born hour To plant and o'erwhelm custom: Let me pass The same I am, ere ancient'st order was, Or what is now received: I witness to The times that brought them in; so shall I do To the freshest things now reigning; and make stale The glistering of this present, as my tale Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing, I turn my glass; and give niy scene such growing, As you had slept between. Leontes leaving The effects of his fond jealousies; so grieving, That he shuts up himself, imagine me, Gentle spectators, that I now may be In fair Bohemia; and remember well, I mentioned a son o'the King's, which Florizel I now name to you; and with speed so pace To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace Equal with wond'ring: What of her ensues, I list not prophecy; but let Time's news Be known, when 'tis brought forth:
If never yet, that Time himself doth say,
The same. A Room in the Palace of Polixenes.
Enter POLIXENES and CAMILLO. Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate: 'tis a sickness, denying thee any thing; a death, to grant this.
Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country: though I have, for the most part, been aired abroad, I desire to lay my boucs there. Besides, the penitent King, my master, hath sent for me: to whose feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to think so; which is another spur to my departure.
Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of thy services, by leaving me now; the need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath made; better not to have had thee, than thus to want thee; thou, having made me businesses, which none, without thee, can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thee the very services thou hast done: which if I have not enough consider'd, (as too much I cannot,) to be more thankful to thee, shall be my study; and my profit therein, the heaping friendships. Of that fatal country Sicilia, pr'ythee speak no more: whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, and reconciled King, my brother; whos: 10:s of his most precious Queen, and children, are even now to be afresiz lamented. Say 10 me, when saw'st thon the Prince Florizel my son? Kings are no less unhappy, their issue 'not being gracious, than they are in losing them, when they have approved their virtues.
Cam. Sir, it is three days, since I saw the Prince: What his happier affairs may be, are to me un. known: but I have, missingly, noted, he is of late much retired from court; and is less frequent to his princely exercices, thau formerly he hath appeared.
Pol. I consider'd so much, Camillo; and with some care; so far, that I have eyes under my sérvice, which look upon his removedness: from whom I have this intelligence; That he is seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate.
Cam. I have heard, Sir, of such a man, who hath a daughter of most rare noie ? the report of her is extended more, than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.
Pol. That's likewise part of my intelligence. But, I fear the angle that plucks our son thither. Thou shalt accompany us to the place: where we will, not appearing what we are, have some question with the shepherd; from whose simplicity, I think it not uneasy to get the cause of my son's resort thither. Pry'thee, be my present partner in this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.
Cam. I willingly obey your command. Pol. My best Camillo ! We must disguise our. selves.
The same. A Road near the Shepherd's Cottage.
Enter AUTOLYCƯs, singing. When daffodils begin to peer,
\'ith, heigh! the doxy over the dele. Why, then comes iil the sweet o'the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
With, hey! the sweet birds, 0, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;
For a quart of ale is a dish for a King. The lark, that tirrrlirra chants.
With, hey! with, hey! the thritsh and thejay: -Are summer songs for me and my aunts,
While we lie tumbling in the hay. I have serv'd Prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore three-pile; but now I am out of service: But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
The pale moon shines by night:
I then do most go right.
My traffick is sheets; when the kite builds, look to lesser linen. My father named me, Autolycils; who, being, as I am, litter'd under Mercury, was likewise a suapper-up of mucousidered trifles; With