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To be so rid o'the business.
Come, poor babe:
I have heard, (but not believ'd,) the spirits of the
I am glad at heart
May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother
So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes,
My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me;
I pr'ythee, call't: for this ungentle business,
Of king Polixenes, it should here be laid, Either for life, or death, upon the earth Of its right father.-Blossom, speed thee well! [Laying down the child. There lie; and there thy character: there these; [Laying down a bundle. Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty, And still rest thine. The storm begins:-Poor wretch,
That, for thy mother's fault, art thus expos'd
The heavens so dim by day.
A savage clamour?-
Enter an old Shepherd.
Shep. I would, there were no age between ten and three and twenty; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.-Hark you now!—— Would any but these boil'd brains of nineteen, and two-and-twenty, hunt this weather? They have scared away two of my best sheep; which, I fear, the wolf will sooner find, than the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, browzing on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we here? [Taking up the child.] Mercy on's, a
barne; a very pretty barne! A boy, or a child, I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty one: Sure, some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some 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 holla'd but even now. Whoa, ho hoa!
Clown. Hilloa, loa!
Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ail'st thou, man?
Clown. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by land; but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.
Shep. Why, boy, how is it?
Clown. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not to the point: O, the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em, and not to see 'em: now the ship boring the moon with her mainmast; and anon swallow'd with yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the land service,-To see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; how he cried to me for help, and said, his name was Antigonus, a nobleman:-But to make an end of the ship:-to see how the sea flapdragon'd it:—but, first, 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? Clown. Now, now; I have not winked since I saw these sights: the men are not yet 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!
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, I 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 your 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, requires 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, boy; and we'll do good deeds on't.