1388The sweet'st, deer'st creature's dead: & vengeance for't

1389Not drop'd downe yet.

1390Lord. The higher powres forbid.

1391Pau. I say she's dead: Ile swear't. If word, nor oath

1392Preuaile not, go and see: if you can bring

1393Tincture, or lustre in her lip, her eye

1394Heate outwardly, or breath within, Ile serue you

1395As I would do the Gods. But, O thou Tyrant,

1396Do not repent these things, for they are heauier

1397Then all thy woes can stirre: therefore betake thee

1398To nothing but dispaire. A thousand knees,

1399Ten thousand yeares together, naked, fasting,

1400Vpon a barren Mountaine, and still Winter

1401In storme perpetuall, could not moue the Gods

1402To looke that way thou wer't.

1403Leo. Go on, go on:

1404Thou canst not speake too much, I haue deseru'd

1405All tongues to talke their bittrest.

1406Lord. Say no more;

1407How ere the businesse goes, you haue made fault

1408I'th boldnesse of your speech.

1409Pau. I am sorry for't;

1410All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,

1411I do repent: Alas, I haue shew'd too much

1412The rashnesse of a woman: he is toucht

1413To th' Noble heart. What's gone, and what's past helpe

1414Should be past greefe: Do not receiue affliction

1415At my petition; I beseech you, rather

1416Let me be punish'd, that haue minded you

1417Of what you should forget. Now (good my Liege)

1418Sir, Royall Sir, forgiue a foolish woman:

1419The loue I bore your Queene (Lo, foole againe)

1420Ile speake of her no more, nor of your Children:

1421Ile not remember you of my owne Lord,

1422(Who is lost too:) take your patience to you,

1423And Ile say nothing.

1424Leo. Thou didst speake but well,

1425When most the truth: which I receyue much better,

1426Then to be pittied of thee. Prethee bring me

1427To the dead bodies of my Queene, and Sonne,

1428One graue shall be for both: Vpon them shall

1429The causes of their death appeare (vnto

1430Our shame perpetuall) once a day, Ile visit

1431The Chappell where they lye, and teares shed there

1432Shall be my recreation. So long as Nature

1433Will beare vp with this exercise, so long

1434I dayly vow to vse it. Come, and leade me

1435To these sorrowes. Exeunt

1439Ant. Thou art perfect then, our ship hath toucht vpon

1440The Desarts of Bohemia.

1441 Mar. I (my Lord) and feare

1442We haue Landed in ill time: the skies looke grimly,

1443And threaten present blusters. In my conscience

1444The heauens with that we haue in hand, are angry,

1445And frowne vpon's.

1446Ant. Their sacred wil's be done: go get a-boord,

1447Looke to thy barke, Ile not be long before

1448I call vpon thee.

1449Mar. Make your best haste, and go not

1450Too-farre i'th Land: 'tis like to be lowd weather,

1451Besides this place is famous for the Creatures

1452Of prey, that keepe vpon't.

1453Antig. Go thou away,

1454Ile follow instantly.

1455Mar. I am glad at heart

1456To be so ridde o'th businesse. Exit

1457Ant. Come, poore babe;

1458I haue heard (but not beleeu'd) the Spirits o'th' dead

1459May walke againe: if such thing be, thy Mother

1460Appear'd to me last night: for ne're was dreame

1461So like a waking. To me comes a creature,

1462Sometimes her head on one side, some another,

1463I neuer saw a vessell of like sorrow

1464So fill'd, and so becomming: in pure white Robes

1465Like very sanctity she did approach

1466My Cabine where I lay: thrice bow'd before me,

1467And (gasping to begin some speech) her eyes

1468Became two spouts; the furie spent, anon

1469Did this breake from her. Good Antigonus,

1470Since Fate (against thy better disposition)

1471Hath made thy person for the Thrower-out

1472Of my poore babe, according to thine oath,

1473Places remote enough are in Bohemia,

1474There weepe, and leaue it crying: and for the babe

1475Is counted lost for euer, Perdita

1476I prethee call't: For this vngentle businesse

1477Put on thee, by my Lord, thou ne're shalt see

1478Thy Wife Paulina more: and so, with shriekes

1479She melted into Ayre. Affrighted much,

1480I did in time collect my selfe, and thought

1481This was so, and no slumber: Dreames, are toyes,

1482Yet for this once, yea superstitiously,

1483I will be squar'd by this. I do beleeue

1484Hermione hath suffer'd death, and that

1485Apollo would (this being indeede the issue

1486Of King Polixenes) it should heere be laide

1487(Either for life, or death) vpon the earth

1488Of it's right Father. Blossome, speed thee well,

1489There lye, and there thy charracter: there these,

1490Which may if Fortune please, both breed thee (pretty)

1491And still rest thine. The storme beginnes, poore wretch,

1492That for thy mothers fault, art thus expos'd

1493To losse, and what may follow. Weepe I cannot,

1494But my heart bleedes: and most accurst am I

1495To be by oath enioyn'd to this. Farewell,

1496The day frownes more and more: thou'rt like to haue

1497A lullabie too rough: I neuer saw

1498The heauens so dim, by day. A sauage clamor?

1499Well may I get a-boord: This is the Chace,

1500I am gone for euer. Exit pursued by a Beare.

1501Shep. I would there were no age betweene ten and

1502three and twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest:

1503for there is nothing (in the betweene) but getting wen-

1504ches with childe, wronging the Auncientry, stealing,

1505fighting, hearke you now: would any but these boylde-

1506braines of nineteene, and two and twenty hunt this wea-

1507ther? They haue scarr'd away two of my best Sheepe,

1508which I feare the Wolfe will sooner finde then the Mai-

1509ster; if any where I haue them, 'tis by the sea-side, brou-

1510zing of Iuy. Good-lucke (and't be thy will) what haue

1511we heere? Mercy on's, a Barne? A very pretty barne; A

1512boy, or a Childe I wonder? (A pretty one, a verie prettie

1513one) sure some Scape; Though I am not bookish, yet I