Paul. I am sorry for't;" All faults I make, when I shall come to know them, I do repent: Alas, I have show'd too much The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd To the noble heart.-What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction Let me be punish'd, that have minded you Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege, The love I bore your queen,-lo, fool, again!— Who is lost too: Take your patience to you, Leon. Thou didst speak but well, Nature will bear up with this exercise, [Exeunt. I am sorry for't;] This is another instance of the sudden changes incident to vehement and ungovernable minds. SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert Country near the Sea. Enter ANTIGONUS, with the Child; and a Mariner. Ant. Thou art perfect then,' our ship hath touch'd upon The deserts of Bohemia? Mar. Ay, my lord; and fear 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; Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before I call upon thee. Mar. Make your best haste; and go not Ant. I'll follow instantly. Mar. Go thou away: To be so rid o'the business. Ant. I have heard, (but not believ'd,) the spirits of the dead May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother Thou art perfect then,] Perfect is often used for certain, well assured, or well informed, by almost all our ancient writers. So fill'd, 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 I pr'ythee, call't: for this ungentle business, I did in time collect myself; and thought I will be squar'd by this. I do believe, 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 2 thy character:] thy description; i. e. the writing afterwards discovered with Perdita. But my heart bleeds: and most accurs'd am I, The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour?→→ 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,3 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 hollaed but even now. Whoa, ho hoa! 3 Clo. Hilloa, loa! Enter Clown. Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing A boy or a child,] I am told, that in some of our inland counties, a female infant, in contradistinction to a male one, is still termed, among the peasantry, a child. STEEVENS. |