Page 798 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

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, [5]

And frown upon ’s.

ANTIGONUS
Their sacred wills be done! Go, get aboard;
Look to thy bark: I’ll not be long before
I call upon thee.

MARINER
Make your best haste, and go not [10]

Too far i’ th’ land: ’tis like to be loud weather;
Besides, this place is famous for the creatures
Of prey that keep upon ’t.

ANTIGONUS
Go thou away:
I’ll follow instantly.

MARINER
I am glad at heart
To be so rid o’ th’ business.
Exit.

ANTIGONUS
Come, poor babe: [15]

I have heard, but not believ’d, the spirits o’ th’ 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; [20]

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,