TPTT The Winter's Tale: ACT III
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
SCENE I. A sea-port in Sicilia.
SCENE II. A court of Justice.
SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert country near the sea.
ACT IV
ACT V
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SCENE III. Bohemia. A desert country near the sea.
Enter ANTIGONUS with a Child, and a Mariner
ANTIGONUS
      Thou art perfect then, our ship hath touch'd upon
      The deserts of Bohemia?
Mariner
      Ay, my lord: and fear
      We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly
5     And threaten present blusters. In my conscience,
      The heavens with that we have in hand are angry
      And frown upon 's.
ANTIGONUS
      Their sacred wills be done! Go, get aboard;
      Look to thy bark: I'll not be long before
10    I call upon thee.
Mariner
      Make your best haste, and go not
      Too far i' the land: 'tis like to be loud weather;
      Besides, this place is famous for the creatures
      Of prey that keep upon't.
ANTIGONUS
15    Go thou away:
      I'll follow instantly.
Mariner
      I am glad at heart
      To be so rid o' the business.
Exit
ANTIGONUS
      Come, poor babe:
20    I have heard, but not believed,
      the spirits o' 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,
25    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,
30    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
35    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 prithee, call't. For this ungentle business
40    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:
45    Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously,
      I will be squared 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,
50    Either for life or death, upon the earth
      Of its right father. Blossom, speed thee well!
      There lie, and there thy character: there these;
      Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty,
      And still rest thine. The storm begins; poor wretch,
55    That for thy mother's fault art thus exposed
      To loss and what may follow! Weep I cannot,
      But my heart bleeds; and most accursed am I
      To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewell!
      The day frowns more and more: thou'rt like to have
60    A lullaby too rough: I never saw
      The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour!
      Well may I get aboard! This is the chase:
      I am gone for ever.
Exit, pursued by a bear
Enter a Shepherd
Shepherd
      I would there were no age between sixteen and
65    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
70    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 seaside, browsing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy
      will what have we here! Mercy on 's, a barne a very
75    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 trunk-work, some
80    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 hallooed
      but even now. Whoa, ho, hoa!
Enter Clown
Clown
      Hilloa, loa!
Shepherd
85    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?
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
90    sky: betwixt the firmament and it you cannot thrust
      a bodkin's point.
Shepherd
      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 the
95    point. O, 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'ld thrust a
      cork into a hogshead. And then for the
100   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
105   sea mocked them; and how the poor gentleman roared
      and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder than
      the sea or weather.
Shepherd
      Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
Clown
      Now, now: I have not winked since I saw these
110   sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor
      the bear half dined on the gentleman: he's at it
      now.
Shepherd
      Would I had been by, to have helped the old man!
Clown
      I would you had been by the ship side, to have
115   helped her: there your charity would have lacked footing.
Shepherd
      Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here,
      boy. Now bless thyself: thou mettest with things
      dying, I with things newborn. Here's a sight for
      thee; look thee, a bearing-cloth for a squire's
120   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
125   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
130   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
135   it.
Shepherd
      That's a good deed. If thou mayest discern by that
      which is left of him what he is, fetch me to the
      sight of him.
Clown
      Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i' the ground.
Shepherd
140   'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't.
Exeunt
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