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

1514can reade Waiting-Gentlewoman in the scape: this has

1515beene some staire-worke, some Trunke-worke, some be-

1516hinde-doore worke: they were warmer that got this,

1517then the poore Thing is heere. Ile take it vp for pity, yet

1518Ile tarry till my sonne come: he hallow'd but euen now.

1519Whoa-ho-hoa.

1521Clo. Hilloa, loa.

1522Shep. What? art so neere? If thou'lt see a thing to

1523talke on, when thou art dead and rotten, come hither:

1524what ayl'st thou, man?

1525Clo. I haue seene two such sights, by Sea & by Land:

1526but I am not to say it is a Sea, for it is now the skie, be-

1527twixt the Firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkins

1528point.

1529Shep. Why boy, how is it?

1530Clo. I would you did but see how it chafes, how it ra-

1531ges, how it takes vp the shore, but that's not to the point:

1532Oh, the most pitteous cry of the poore soules, sometimes

1533to see 'em, and not to see 'em: Now the Shippe boaring

1534the Moone with her maine Mast, and anon swallowed

1535with yest and froth, as you'ld thrust a Corke into a hogs-

1536head. And then for the Land-seruice, to see how the

1537Beare tore out his shoulder-bone, how he cride to mee

1538for helpe, and said his name was Antigonus, a Nobleman:

1539But to make an end of the Ship, to see how the Sea flap-

1540dragon'd it: but first, how the poore soules roared, and

1541the sea mock'd them: and how the poore Gentleman roa-

1542red, and the Beare mock'd him, both roaring lowder

1543then the sea, or weather.

1544Shep. Name of mercy, when was this boy?

1545Clo. Now, now: I haue not wink'd since I saw these

1546sights: the men are not yet cold vnder water, nor the

1547Beare halfe din'd on the Gentleman: he's at it now.

1548Shep. Would I had bin by, to haue help'd the olde

1549man.

1550Clo. I would you had beene by the ship side, to haue

1551help'd her; there your charity would haue lack'd footing.

1552Shep. Heauy matters, heauy matters: but looke thee

1553heere boy. Now blesse thy selfe: thou met'st with things

1554dying, I with things new borne. Here's a sight for thee:

1555Looke thee, a bearing-cloath for a Squires childe: looke

1556thee heere, take vp, take vp (Boy:) open't: so, let's see, it

1557was told me I should be rich by the Fairies. This is some

1558Changeling: open't: what's within, boy?

1559Clo. You're a mad olde man: If the sinnes of your

1560youth are forgiuen you, you're well to liue. Golde, all

1561Gold.

1562Shep. This is Faiery Gold boy, and 'twill proue so: vp

1563with't, keepe it close: home, home, the next way. We

1564are luckie (boy) and to bee so still requires nothing but

1565secrecie. Let my sheepe go: Come (good boy) the next

1566way home.

1567Clo. Go you the next way with your Findings, Ile go

1568see if the Beare bee gone from the Gentleman, and how

1569much he hath eaten: they are neuer curst but when they

1570are hungry: if there be any of him left, Ile bury it.

1571Shep. That's a good deed: if thou mayest discerne by

1572that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to th' sight

1573of him.

1574Clowne. 'Marry will I: and you shall helpe to put him

1575i'th' ground.

1576Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy, and wee'l do good deeds

1577on't. Exeunt