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name was Antigonus, a nobleman! But to make an end of the ship- |
to see how the sea flap-dragon'd it; but first, how the poor |
souls roared, and the sea mock'd them; and how the poor gentleman |
roared, and the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the sea |
or weather. |
SHEPHERD. Name of mercy, when was this, boy? |
CLOWN. Now, now; I have not wink'd since I saw these sights; the |
men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half din'd on the |
gentleman; he's at it now. |
SHEPHERD. 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. |
SHEPHERD. 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! |
SHEPHERD. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so. Up with't, |
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. |
SHEPHERD. That's a good deed. If thou mayest discern by that which |
is left of him what he is, fetch me to th' sight of him. |
CLOWN. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i' th' ground. |
SHEPHERD. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds on't. |
Exeunt |
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ACT IV. SCENE I. |
Enter TIME, the CHORUS |
TIME. I, that please some, try all, both joy and terror |
Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error, |
Now take upon me, in the name of Time, |
To use my wings. Impute it not a crime |
To me or my swift passage that I slide |
O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried |
Of that wide gap, since it is in my pow'r |
To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour |
To plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass |
The same I am, ere ancient'st order was |
Or what is now receiv'd. I witness to |
The times that brought them in; so shall I do |
To th' freshest things now reigning, and make stale |
The glistering of this present, as my tale |
Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing, |
I turn my glass, and give my scene such growing |
As you had slept between. Leontes leaving- |
Th' effects of his fond jealousies so grieving |
That he shuts up himself- imagine me, |
Gentle spectators, that I now may be |
In fair Bohemia; and remember well |
I mention'd a son o' th' King's, which Florizel |
I now name to you; and with speed so pace |
To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace |
Equal with wond'ring. What of her ensues |
I list not prophesy; but let Time's news |
Be known when 'tis brought forth. A shepherd's daughter, |
And what to her adheres, which follows after, |
Is th' argument of Time. Of this allow, |
If ever you have spent time worse ere now; |
If never, yet that Time himself doth say |
He wishes earnestly you never may. Exit |
SCENE II. |
Bohemia. The palace of POLIXENES |
Enter POLIXENES and CAMILLO |
POLIXENES. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate: 'tis |
a sickness denying thee anything; a death to grant this. |
CAMILLO. It is fifteen years since I saw my country; though I have |
for the most part been aired abroad, I desire to lay my bones |
there. Besides, the penitent King, my master, hath sent for me; |
to whose feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'erween to |
think so, which is another spur to my departure. |
POLIXENES. As thou lov'st me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of thy |
services by leaving me now. The need I have of thee thine own |
goodness hath made. Better not to have had thee than thus to want |
thee; thou, having made me businesses which none without thee can |
sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them thyself, or |
take away with thee the very services thou hast done; which if I |
have not enough considered- as too much I cannot- to be more |
thankful to thee shall be my study; and my profit therein the |
heaping friendships. Of that fatal country Sicilia, prithee, |
speak no more; whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance |
of that penitent, as thou call'st him, and reconciled king, my |
brother; whose loss of his most precious queen and children are |
even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when saw'st thou the |
Prince Florizel, my son? Kings are no less unhappy, their issue |
not being gracious, than they are in losing them when they have |
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