(Together working with thy Jealoufies,
Fancies too weak for Boys, too green and idle
For Girls of nine) O think what they have done,
And then run mad indeed; ftark mad; for all
Thy by-gone Fooleries were but Spices for it.
That thou betray'dft Polixenes, 'twas nothing,
That did but fhew thee, of a Fool, inconftant,
And damnable ingrateful: Nor was't much,
Thou would't have poifon'd good Camillo's Honour,
To have him kill a King: Poor Trespalles,
More monftrous standing by: Wherefore I reckon
The cafting forth to Crows thy Baby-daughter,
To be, or none, or little; tho' a Devil

Would have shed Water out of Fire, e'er don't:
Nor is't directly laid to thee, the Death

Of the young Prince, whofe honourable Thoughts
(Thoughts high for one fo tender) cleft the Heart
That could conceive a grofs and foolish Sire,
Blemish'd his gracious Dam: This is not, no,
Laid to thy Anfwer; but the laft: O Lords,
When I have faid, cry Woe, the Queen, the Queen,
The sweetest deareft Creature's Dead; and Vengeance.
Not drop'd down yet.

Lord. The higher Powers forbid.

for't

Pau. I fay fhe's dead; I'll fwear't. If Werd, nor Oat
Prevail not, go and fee: If you can bring.
Tin&ture, or Luftre in her Lip, her Eye,

Heat outwardly, or Breath within, I'll ferve you
As I would do the Gods. But, O thou Tyrant!
Doft not repent thefe things, for they are heavier
Than all thy Woes can ftir; therefore betake thee
To nothing but Defpair. A thousand Knees,
Ten thousand Years together, naked, fafting,
Upon a barren Mountain, and ftill Winter
In Storm perpetual, could not move the Gods
To look that way
thou wert.
Leo. Go on, go on:

Tho canft not fpeak too much, I have deferv'd
All Tongues to talk their bittereft.

Lord. Say no more,

Howe'er the bufinefs goes, you have made fault
I'th' boldness of your Speech

PAN.

Pau. I am forry for't.

11 faults I make, when I fhall come to know them, do repent: Alas, I have fhew'd two much

The Rafhnefs of a Woman; he is touch'd

To th' noble Heart. What's gone, and what's past help,
hould be paft Grief. Do not receive Affliction
At my Petition, I beseech you; rather

Let me be punish'd, that have minded you
Of what you should forget. Now, good my Liege,
Sir, Royal Sir, forgive a foolish Woman.
The Love I bore your Queen (lo, Fool again)
I'll fpeak of her no more, nor of your Children:
I'll not remember you of my own Lord,
Who is loft too. Take your patience to you,
And I'll fay nothing.

Leo. Thou didft fpeak but well,

When most the Truth; which I receive much better
Than to be pitied of thee. Prethee bring me
To the dead Bodies of my Queen and Son,
One Grave shall be for both. Upon them shall
The Cafes of their Death appear, unto
Our fhame perpetual; once a day I'll vifit
The Chappel where they lye, and Tears shed there
Shall be my Recreation. So long as Nature
Will bear up with this Exercise, so long
I daily vow to use it. Come and lead me
To these Sorrows.

[Exeunt

A defart Country, the Sea at a little distance.

Enter Antigonus with a Child, and a Mariner. Ant. Thou art perfe& then, our Ship hath touch'd upon The Defarts of Bohemia.

Mar. Ay, my Lord, and fear

We have landed in ill time: The Skies look grimly,
And threaten prefent Blufters. In my Confcience,
The Heav'ns with that we have in hand are angry,
And frown upon's.

Ant

Ant. Their facred Wills be done; get thee Aboard, Look to thy Bark, I'll not be long before

I call upon thee.

Mar. Make your best hafte, and go not

Too far i'th Land; 'tis like to be loud Weather.
Befides, this place is famous for the Creatures
Of prey, that keep upon't.

Ant. Go thou away.

I'll follow inftantly..

Mar. I am glad at heart To be fo rid o'th' Bufinefs.

Ant. Come, poor Babe;

I have heard, but not believ'd, the Spirits o'th' Dead
May walk again if fuch thing be, thy Mother
Appear'd to me laft Night; for ne'er was Dream
So like a waking. To me comes a Creature,
Sometimes her Head on one fide, fome another,
I never faw a Veffel of like Sorrow

So fill'd, and fo becoming; in pure white Robes,
Like very Sanctity, fhe did approach

My Cabbin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me,
And, gafping to begin fome Speech, her Eyes
Became two Spouts; the fury fpent, anon
Did this break from her. Good Antigonus,
Since Fate, against thy better Difpofition,
Hath made thy Perfon for the thrower-out
Of my poor Babe, according to thine Oath,
Places remote enough are in Bohemia,

!

There weep, and leave it crying; and for the Babe
Is counted loft for ever ever, Perdita

I prethee call't. For this ungentle business
Put on thee, by my Lord, thou ne'er fhalt fee
Thy Wife Paulina more. And fo, with fhrieks,
She melted into Air. Affrighted much,

I did in time collect my felf, and thought
This was fo, and no flumber: Dreams are Toys,
Yet for this once, yea fuperftitioufly,
I will be fquar'd by this. I do believe
Hermione hath fuffer'd Death, and that
Apollo would, this being indeed the Iffue

[Exil

>f King Polixenes, it should here be laid,
Either for Life or Death, upon the Earth
Of its right Father. Bloffom, fpeed thee well,

[Laying down the Child.

There lye, and there thy Character: There thefe,
Which may, if Fortune please, both breed thee, Pretty one,
And still reft thine. The Storm begins, poor Wretch,
That for thy Mother's fault, art thus expos'd

To lofs, and what may follow. Weep I cannot,
But my Heart bleeds: and most accurft am I
To be by Oath enjoin'd to this.

Farewel.

The Day frowns more and more; thou art like to have
A lullaby too rough: I never faw

The Heav'ns fo dim by Day. A favage Clamour!
Well may I get aboard: This is the Chace,
I am gone for ever.

[Exit pursued by a Bear.

Enter an old Shepherd.

Shep. I would there were no Age between ten and three and twenty, or that Youth would fleep out the reft: For there is nothing, in the between, but getting Wenches with Child, wronging the Ancientry, ftealing, fightingHark you now-would any but these boil'd Brains of nineteen, and two and twenty, Hunt this Weather? They have fcar'd away two of my beft Sheep, which I fear the Wolf will fooner find than the Mafter; if any where I have them, 'tis by the Sea-fide, brouzing of Ivy. Good luck, and't be the will, what have we here? [Taking up the Child.] Mercy on's, a Barn! a very pretty Barn! a Boy or a Child, I wonder! a pretty one, a very pretty one, fure fome 'fcape: Tho' I am not Bookish, yet I can read Waiting-Gentlewoman in the 'fcape. This has been fome Stair-work, fome Trunk-work, fome 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 hollow'd but even now. Whoa, ho-hoa.

Clo. Hilloa, loa.

Enter Clown.

Shep. What, art fo near? If thou'lt fee a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail'ft thou, Man?

Clo.

1

Clo. I have feen two fuch fights, by Sea and by Land but I am not to fay it is a Sea, for it is now the Sky, be twixt the Firmament and it, you cannot thruft a Bodkin's point.

Shep. Why, Boy, how is it?

Clo. I would you did but fee how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the Shore; but that's not to the point; Oh the most piteous cry of the poor Souls, fome times to fee 'em, and not to fee 'em: Now the Ship boar ing the Moon with her Main-maft, and anon fwallow'd with Yeft and Froth, as you'ld thrust a Cork into a Hogf head. And then for the Land-fervice, to fee how the Bear tore out his Shoulder-bone, how he cry'd to me for help, and faid his Name was Antigonas, a Nobleman. But to make an end of the Ship, to fee how the Sea flap-dragon'd it. But firft, how the poor Souls roar'd, and the Sea mock'd them. And how the poor Gentleman roar'd, and the Bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the Sea, or Weather.

Shep. Name of Mercy, when was this, Boy?

Clo. Now, now, I have not winked fince I faw theft fights, the Men are not cold under Water, nor the Bear half dined on the Gentleman; he's at it now.

Shep. Would I had been by to have help'd the old Man.

Clo. I would you had been by the Ship-fide, to have helped her, there your Charity would have lack'd footing.

Shep. Heavy Matters, heavy Matters; but look thet here, Boy. Now bless thy felf; thou meet'ft with things dying, I with things new born. Here is a fight for thee; Look thee, a Bearing-cloath for a Squire's Child! Look - thee here, take up, take up, Boy, open't, fo, let's fee, it was told me I should be rich by the Fairies. This is fome Changling; open't, what is within, Boy?

Clo. You're a mad old Man; If the Sins of your Youth are forgiven you, you are well to live. Gold, all Gold.

Shep. This is Fairy Gold, Boy, and 'twill prove fo. Up with't, keep it clofe: Home, home, the next way. We are lucky, Boy, and to be so still requires nothing but Secrefie.