The Winter's Tale (Modern)

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 3.3.0.11437[Enter Antigonus carrying baby, followed by a mariner]
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 3.3.11439Antigonus
 Thou art perfect, then, our ship hath touched upon
 3.3.21440The deserts of Bohemia?
 1441Mariner
 The deserts of Bohemia?  Ay, my lord, and fear
 3.3.31442We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly
 3.3.41443And threaten present blusters. In my conscience
 3.3.51444The heavens with that we have in hand are angry
 3.3.61445And frown upon's.
 3.3.71446Antigonus
 Their sacred wills be done. Go, get aboard,
 3.3.81447Look to thy bark. I'll not be long before
 3.3.91448I call upon thee.
 1449Mariner
 I call upon thee.  Make your best haste, and go not
 3.3.101450Too far i'th'land. 'Tis like to be loud weather.
 3.3.111451Besides, this place is famous for the creatures
 3.3.121452Of prey that keep upon't.
 1453Antigonus
 Of prey that keep upon't.  Go thou away,
 3.3.131454I'll follow instantly.
 1455Mariner
 I'll follow instantly.  I am glad at heart
 3.3.141456To be so rid o'th business.
 3.3.14.1Exit
 1457Antigonus
 To be so rid o'th business.  Come, poor babe.
 3.3.151458I have heard -- but not believed -- the spirits o'th'dead
 3.3.161459May walk again. If such thing be, thy mother
 3.3.171460Appeared to me last night, for never was dream
 3.3.181461So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
 3.3.191462Sometimes her head on one side, some another.
 3.3.201463I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,
 3.3.211464So filled and so becoming; in pure white robes
 3.3.221465Like very sanctity she did approach
 3.3.231466My cabin where I lay, thrice bowed before me,
 3.3.241467And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
 3.3.251468Became two spouts; the fury spent, anon
 3.3.261469Did this break from her: "Good Antigonus,
 3.3.271470Since Fate -- against thy better disposition --
 3.3.281471Hath made thy person for the thrower-out
 3.3.291472Of my poor babe according to thine oath,
 3.3.301473Places remote enough are in Bohemia.
 3.3.311474There weep, and leave it crying; and for the babe
 3.3.321475Is counted lost forever, Perdita
 3.3.331476I prithee call't. For this ungentle business
 3.3.341477Put on thee by my lord, thou never shalt see
 3.3.351478Thy wife Paulina more!" And so, with shrieks
 3.3.361479She melted into air. Affrighted much,
 3.3.371480I did in time collect myself and thought
 3.3.381481This was so and no slumber. Dreams are toys,
 3.3.391482Yet for this once, yea superstitiously,
 3.3.401483I will be squared by this. I do believe
 3.3.411484Hermione hath suffered death, and that
 3.3.421485Apollo would, this being indeed the issue
 3.3.431486Of King Polixenes, it should here be laid,
 3.3.441487Either for life or death, upon the earth
 3.3.451488Of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well!
 3.3.45.1[Places the baby and a scroll upon the ground]
 3.3.461489There lie, and there thy character; there these,
 3.3.46.1[He lays down a bundle]
 3.3.471490Which may, if Fortune please, both breed thee, pretty,
 3.3.481491And still rest thine.
 [Thunder]
 And still rest thine.  The storm begins, poor wretch,
 3.3.491492That for thy mother's fault art thus exposed
 3.3.501493To loss and what may follow. Weep I cannot,
 3.3.511494But my heart bleeds, and most accursed am I
 3.3.521495To be by oath enjoined to this. Farewell.
 3.3.531496The day frowns more and more. Thou'rt like to have
 3.3.541497A lullaby too rough. I never saw
 3.3.551498The heavens so dim by day.
 [The sound of a storm, with horns and dogs barking]
 The heavens so dim by day.  A savage clamor!
 3.3.561499Well may I get aboard! This is the chase.
 3.3.571500I am gone forever!
 Exit pursued by a bear.
 3.3.57.1[Enter Old Shepherd]
 3.3.581501Shepherd
 I would there were no age between ten and 1502three and twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest, 1503for there is nothing in the between but getting 1504wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, 1505fighting -- hark you now! Would any but these 1506boiled-brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty hunt this 1507weather? They have scared away two of my best sheep, 1508which I fear the wolf will sooner find then the 1509master. If anywhere I have them, 'tis by the seaside, 1510browsing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! What have 1511we here? [Seeing the baby] Mercy on's, a bairn? A very pretty bairn! A 1512boy or a child I wonder? A pretty one, a very pretty 1513one, sure some scape. Though I am not bookish, yet I 1514can read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has 1515been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some 1516behind-door work. They were warmer that got this 1517than the poor thing is here. I'll take it up for pity, yet 1518I'll tarry till my son come. He hallooed but even now. 1519Whoa-ho-hoa!
 3.3.58.11520Enter Clown
 3.3.591521Clown
 Hilloa, loa!
 3.3.601522Shepherd
 What? Art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to 1523talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. 1524What ailst thou, man?
 3.3.611525Clown
 I have seen two such sights by sea and by land, 1526but I am not to say it is a sea, for it is now the sky; 1527betwixt the firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkin's 1528point.
 3.3.621529Shepherd
 Why, boy, how is it?
 3.3.631530Clown
 I would you did but see how it chafes, how it 1531rages, how it takes up the shore, but that's not to the point. 1532Oh, the most piteous cry of the poor souls, sometimes 1533to see 'em, and not to see 'em. Now the ship boring 1534the moon with her main mast, and anon swallowed 1535with yeast and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a 1536hogshead. And then for the land-service, to see how the 1537bear tore out his shoulderbone, how he cried to me 1538for help, and said his name was Antigonus, a nobleman. 1539But to make an end of the ship, to see how the sea 1540flap-dragoned it. But first, how the poor souls roared and 1541the sea mocked them, and how the poor gentleman 1542roared and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder 1543than the sea or weather.
 3.3.641544Shepherd
 Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
 3.3.651545Clown
 Now, now. I have not winked since I saw these 1546sights. The men are not yet cold under water, nor the 1547bear half dined on the gentleman; he's at it now.
 3.3.661548Shepherd
 Would I had been by to have helped the 1549old man. 
 3.3.671550Clown
 I would you had been by the ship side, to have 1551helped her. There your charity would have lacked footing.
 3.3.681552Shepherd
 Heavy matters, heavy matters. But look thee 1553here, boy. Now bless thyself. Thou meet'st with things 1554dying, I with things newborn. Here's a sight for thee! 1555Look thee, a bearing-cloth for a squire's child. Look 1556thee here. Take up, take up, 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?
 3.3.691559Clown
 [Opens box] You're a made old man. If the sins of your 1560youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold, all 1561gold.
 3.3.701562Shepherd
 This is fairy gold boy, and 'twill prove so. Up 1563with't, keep it close. Home, home, the next way. We 1564are lucky, boy, and to be so still requires nothing but 1565secrecy. Let my sheep go. Come, good boy, the next 1566way home.
 3.3.711567Clown
 Go you the next way with your findings. I'll go 1568see if the bear be gone from the gentleman and how 1569much he hath eaten. They are never curst but when they 1570are hungry. If there be any of him left, I'll bury it.
 3.3.721571Shepherd
 That's a good deed. If thou mayst discern by 1572that which is left of him what he is, fetch me to th'sight 1573of him.
 3.3.731574Clown
 'Marry, will I, and you shall help to put him 1575i'th' ground.
 3.3.741576Shepherd
 'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds 1577on't.
 3.3.74.1Exeunt.
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