Sometimes her head on one side, some another;- So filled, and so becoming;-in pure white robes, My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me; There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe 1 pr'ythee, call't: For this ungentle business, Dreams are toys; Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously, And there thy character;— [Laying down the CHILD. [Lays down a Paper. [Lays down a Casket. [Rain and Wind. 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!-Fare thee well, Sweet! My heart bleeds: and most accurs'd am I, To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell!— [Thunder. The day frowns more and more;-thou'rt like to have A lullaby too rough:-I never saw A savage clamour ?-—~ [Noise of Hunters. [A Bear seen at a Distance. This is the chase.-Well may I get aboard!— [Erit, the Bear following, towards the Ship.Rain-Wind-Thunder. Enter a 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. [Horns sound.]-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 of ivy.-Good luck, an't be thy will!-What have we here?—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 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 holloa'd but even now.-Whoa, hohoa!— CLOWN within. Clown. Hilloa, loa! Shep. What, art so near?-If thou'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and buried, come hither. Enter CLOWN. 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 them, and not to see them: 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 roar'd, and the sea mock'd them; and how the poor old gentleman roar'd, and the bear mocked 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 helped the old man!-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.— 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. Shep. "Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good deeds on't. [Exeunt. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I. Bohemia. A Room in the Palace of POLIXEN ES. Pol. I Enter POLIXEN ES and CAMILLO. pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate: 'tis a death to grant this. Cam. It is sixteen years since I saw my country: Besides, the penitent king, my master, has sent for |