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We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly, And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, The heavens with that we have in hand are angry, And frown upon us.
Ant. Their sacred wills be done!-Go, get aboard;
Mar. Make your best haste; and go not
Go thou away:
I'll follow instantly.
I am glad at heart
Come, poor babe
Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
[Laying down the Child. There lie; and there thy character :3 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 To loss, and what may follow !--Weep I cannot, But my
heart bleeds: and most accurs’d am I, To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell ! The day frowns more and more; thou art like to
have A lullaby too rough: I never saw The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour ?
? The writing afterward discovered with Perdita.
Well may I get aboard !-- This is the chace;
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 boiled 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, 5 I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty one: Sure, some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in he scape. This has been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some behind-door-work: they were varmer that, got this, than the poor thing is here. Ill take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son come; he hollaed but even-now. Whoa, ho hoa!
Clo. 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 ailest thou, man?
Clo. 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?
Clo. 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: 0, 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 main-mast; and anon swallowed 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 flap-dragoned it :but, first, how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them ;--and how the poor gentleman roared, and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather.
Shep. 'Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
Clo. 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
Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the old man !
Clo. I would you had been by the ship side, to have helped her; there your charity would have lacked 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?
Clo. 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 9 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.
Clo. 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.
Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him
Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good
? The mantle in which a child was carried to be baptized.
8 Some child left behind by the fairies, in the room of one which they had stolen. 9 Nearest.