Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you
As I would do the gods.-But, O thou tyrant !
Do not repent these things; for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can stir: therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair. A thousand knees
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter
In storm perpetual, could not move the gods
To look that way thou wert.

LEON.

Go on, go on : Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd All tongues to talk their bitterest.

1 LORD.

Say no more; Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault

I' the boldness of your speech.

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
At my petition, I beseech you; rather
Let me be punish'd, that have minded you
Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege,
Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman :

The love I bore your queen, -lo, fool again! -
I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children;
I'll not remember you of my own lord,
Who is lost too: Take your patience to you,
And I'll say nothing.

6 I am sorry for't;) This is another instance of the sudden changes incident to vehement and ungovernable minds.

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what's past help,

JOHNSON.

Should be past grief:) So, in King Richard II. :
"Things past redress, are now with me past care."

STEEVENS.

LEON.

Thou didst speak but well,
When most the truth; which I receive much better
Than to be pitied of thee. Pr'ythee, bring me
To the dead bodies of my queen, and son :
One grave shall be for both; upon them shall
The causes of their death appear, unto
Our shame perpetual: Once a day I'll visit
The chapel where they lie; and tears, shed there,
Shall be my recreation : So long as

Nature will bear up with this exercise,
So long I daily vow to use it. Come,
And lead me to these sorrows.

[Ereunt.

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
Too far i' the land: 'tis like to be loud weather;

8 Thou art PERFECT then, Perfect is often speare for certain, well assured, or well informed. It is so used by almost all our ancient writers. VOL. XIV.

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used by ShakJOHNSON. STEEVENS.

Come, poor babe :-

I have heard, (but not believ'd,) the spirits of the

dead

May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother
Appear'd to me last night; for ne'er was dream
So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Sometimes her head on one side, some another;
I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,
So fill'd, and so becoming: in pure white robes,
Like very sanctity, she did approach
My cabin where I lay: thrice bow'd before me;
And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon
Did this break from her: Good Antigonus,
Since fate, against thy better disposition,
Hath made thy person for the thrower-out
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,-
Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe
Is counted lost for ever, Perdita

I pr'ythee, call't: for this ungentle business,
Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see
Thy wife Paulina more :--and so, with shrieks,
She melted into air. Affrighted much,
I did in time collect myself; and thought
This was so, and no slumber. Dreams are toys:
Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously,
I will be squar'd by this. I do believe,
Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that
Apollo would, this being indeed the issue
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
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 rough1: I never saw

The heavens so dim by day. A savage cla

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 twoand-twenty, hunt this weather? They have scared

9- thy CHARACTER:] Thy description; i. e. the writing afterwards discovered with Perdita. STEEVENS.

IA LULLABY too rough:] So, in Dorastus and Faunia: "Shall thy tender mouth, instead of sweet kisses, be nipped with bitter stormes? Shalt thou have the whistling winds for thy lullaby, and the salt sea-fome, instead of sweet milke?" MALONE.

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- A savage clamour ?] This clamour was the cry of the

dogs and hunters; then seeing the bear, he cries, this is the chace, or, the animal pursued. JOHNSON.

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 3. 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 waitinggentlewoman in the scape. This has been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some behind-doorwork: 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 hollad but even now. Whoa, ho hoa!

CLO. Hilloa, loa!

Enter Clown.

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.

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SHEP. Why, boy, how is it?

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- if any where I have them, 'tis by the SEA-SIDE, BROWZING of IVY.] This also is from the novel : [The Shepherd] fearing either that the wolves or eagles had undone him, (for he was so poore as a sheepe was halfe his substance,) wand'red downe towards the sea-cliffes, to see if perchance the sheepe was brouzing on the sea-ivy, whereon they doe greatly feed." MALONE.

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- a BARNE; a very pretty BARNE!] i. e. child. So, in R.

Broome's Northern Lass, 1633:

"Peace wayward barne! O cease thy moan,
"Thy far more wayward daddy's gone."

It is a North country word. Barns for borns, things born; seeming to answer to the Latin nati. STEEVENS.

5 - 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.

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