The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Shep._ I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty,
or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there 60
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 65
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 70
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 hallooed but even now. Whoa, ho, hoa! 75
_Enter_ Clown.
_Clo._ Hilloa, loa!
_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! 80
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?
_Clo._ 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, 85
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
land-service, to see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone; 90
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 sea mocked them; and how the poor gentleman
roared and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder 95
than the sea or weather.
_Shep._ Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
_Clo._ 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. 100
_Shep._ Would I had been by, to have helped the old man!
_Clo._ I would you had been by the ship side, to have
helped her: there your charity would have lacked footing.
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