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And, gasping to begin fume speech, her eyes
Became two spouts; the fury spent, anon
Did this break from her.

« Good Antigonus, “ Since fate, againit thy better difpofition, * Hath made thy perfon 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 66 Is counted loft for ever and 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 fumber : Dreams are toys, Yet for this once, yea, fuperftitioully, I will be squar'd by this. I do believe, Hermione hath fuffer'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! (17)

(Laying down the child. There lie, and there thy character: there these, Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee, pretty one, 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 accurft am I To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewel! The day frowns more and more ; thou art like to have A lullaby too rough: I never saw The heav'ns so dim by day. A favåge clamour! (17)

Blossom, Speed thee we'l! There lie, and there thy character. -] The reason why the name of character is given to the gold mantle and medal, seems this: By there, ber quality was to be known. And the Naturalists and Botanists pretending, that the qualities of every plant may be known by its mark or character, which, they say, Nature has impressid on it, after he had call'd the child bloliom, he straight makes an allusion to that opinion, and says, thy charakter.

Mr. Warburton.


Well may I get aboard! this is the chace;
I am gone for ever.

[Exit, pursued by a bear. Enter an old Shepherd. Shep. I would there were no age between ten and three and tweniy, or that youth would sleep out the reft : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting-hark you now!-would any but these boild brains of nineteen and two and twenty hunt this weather? they have scar'd away two of my beft Theep, which, I fear, the wolf will sooner find than the matter; if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, brouz. ing of ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we here? [Taking up the child] Mercy on's, a bearne! a very pretty bearne ! a boy, or a child, I wonder! a pretty one, a very pretty one ; sure, some 'scape: tho' I am not bookish, yet I can read waiting-gentlewoman in the 'scape.

This has been some stair-work, fome trunk work, fome 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 hollow'd but even now; whoa, ho-hoa !

Enter Clown.
Clo. Hilloa, loa!

Shep. What, art fo near? if thou'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither, What ail'f thou, man?

Clo. I have seen two such fights, by sea and by land; (18) but I am not to say, it is a sea; for it is now the sky; betwixt the firmament and it you cannot thruit a bodkin's point.

(18) But I am not to say, it is a fea; for it is now the sky; betwixt' the fir mament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkin's point, ] I will not pretend to be positive, our Author had Don Quixote here in his eye; but Sancbo facetiously says something very like this, upon the sudden mutability of a woman's resolutions. Entre el fi y el no de la Muger no me atreveria yo a poner una punta do alfiler. Between a woman's ay and no I would not undertake to tbruf a pin's point. This changeableness our Author, in his Lear has finely callid, The undistinguifis'd Space of woman's will, VOL, III,




Shep. Why, boy, how is it?

Clo. I would, you did but see how it chafes, how it rages, how it takes


the shore; but that's not to the point; oh, the most pitious cry of the poor souls, fometimes to fee 'em, and not to see 'em: now the ship bor. ing the moon with her main-mast, and anon swallow'd avith yest and froth, as you'd thrust a cork into a hogfhead. And then for the land service, to see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone, how he cry'd to me for help, and said his name was Antigonus, a noble

But to make an end of the ship, to see how the fea Alap-diagon'd it. But first, how the poor souls roar'd, and the fea mock'd them. And how the poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mock'd him, both roaring louder than the sea, or weather,

Shep. Name of mercy, when was this, boy?

Clo. Now, now, I have not wink'd fince I saw these fights; the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear half din’d on the gentleman; he's at it now.

(19) Shep. Would I had been by to have help'd the nobleman.

Clo. I would, you had been by the ship-fide, to have help'd her; there your charity would have lack'd footing.

[ Afide. Shep. Heavy matters, heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou meet'st with things dying, I with things new-born. Here's a fight 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 fome changling; open't; what's within, boy? (20) Clo. You're a made old man; if the sins of your

youth (19) Shep. Would, I bad been by to have belp'd the old man.] Tho' all the printed copies concur in this reading, I am persuaded we ought to restore, nobleman. The shepherd knew nothing of Antigonus's age; besides, the clown had just told his father, that he said, his name was Antigonusa n obleman, and no less than three times in this short scene, the clown, speaking of him, calls him the gentlemati.

(20) You're a mad old man; if the fins of your youth are forgiven you, gou're well to live, Gold! all gold ! ] This the clowa says upon his ·


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Ship. This is fairy gold, boy, and will prove fo. Up with it, keep it close: home, home, the vext wayWe are lucky, boy; and to be fo ftill, requires nothing but secrefy. Let my sheep go: come, good boy, the next

way home. Clo. Go you the next way with your findings, I'll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, aud how much he hath eaten : they are never curst, but when they are hungry: if there be any of him leite I'll bury it.

Shep. That's a good deed. If thou may'it discere by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me te th' fight of him.

Clo. Marry, will I; and you fall help to put him i'th' ground

Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't.

Enter Time, as Chorus.
Time. I, that please fome, try all, both joy and terror
Of good and bad, that mask and unfold error; (21)

Now opening his fardel, and discovering the wealth ir it. But this is no reason why he should call his father a mad old man. I have ventura to correct in the text: You're a made old man: i.e. your fortune's made by this adventitious treasure. So our Poet, before, in deja Midsummer-Night's Dream;

We had all been made men:
And so, again, in his Tweifib-Night;

Go to, thou art made if thou defireft to be fo.
So Beaumont and Fletcher in their Elder Braber;

We're made for ever.
And in their Mad-Lover;

Siph. O happy !!

Chil. You're à made man. And in a hundred more instances, that might be quoted to prove the use of the expreflion. (21)

-That make and unfold error.] This does not in my opinion take in the Poet's thought. Time does not make mistakes, and discover them, at different conjunctures, but the Poet means that Time of:en for a season covers errors, which he afterwards displays and brings to light. I chuse therefore to read;

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Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
To use my wings. Impute it not a crime
*To me, or my swift pafiage, that I slide
O'er fixteen years, and leave the growth untry'd
Of that wide gap ; since it is in my power
To o'erthrow law, and in one self-born hour
To plant and o'erwhelm cuftom. Let me pass
The same I am, ere antient'st order was,
Or what is now receiv'd. I witness to
The times, that brought them in; so thall I do
To th' freshest things now reigning, and make ftale
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, fo grieving
That he shuts up himself; imagine me,
Gentle spectators, that I now may be
In fair Bohemia; and remember well,
I mention here a son o’th' Kings, whom Florizel
I now name to you; and with speed fo pace
To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace
Equal with wond'ring. What of her ensues,
I lift not prophesy. But let Time's news
Be known, when 'tis brought forth. A shepherd's

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. that mask and unfold error. To the like purpose our Poet in Measure for Measure.

Keep me in patience; and with rifen'd time
Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up

In countenance :
And, again, in his Lear;

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning bides,
Who covers faults, at last with thame derides,


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