can reade Waiting‑Gentlewoman in the scape: this has
beene some staire‑worke, some Trunke‑worke, some be
hinde‑doore worke: they were warmer that got this,
then the poore Thing is heere. Ile take it vp for pity, yet
Ile tarry till my sonne come: he hallow’d but euen now.
What? art so neere? If thou’lt see a thing to
talke on, when thou art dead and rotten, come hither:
what ayl’st thou, man?
I haue seene two such sights, by Sea & by Land:
but I am not to say it is a Sea, for it is now the skie, be‑twixt
the Firmament and it, you cannot thrust a bodkins
Why boy, how is it?
I would you did but see how it chafes, how it ra
ges, how it takes vp the shore, but that’s not to the point:
Oh, the most pitteous cry of the poore soules, sometimes
to see 'em, and not to see 'em: Now the Shippe boaring
the Moone with her maine Mast, and anon swallowed
with yest and froth, as you’ld thrust a Corke into a hogs‑head.
And then for the Land‑seruice, to see how the
Beare tore out his shoulder‑bone, how he cride to mee
for helpe, and said
his name was
Antigonus, a Nobleman:
But to make an end of the Ship, to see how the Sea ﬂap
dragon’d it: but ﬁrst, how the poore soules roared, and
the sea mock’d them: and how the poore Gentleman roa
red, and the Beare mock’d him, both roaring lowder
then the sea, or weather.
Name of mercy, when was this boy?
Now, now: I haue not wink’d since I saw these
sights: the men are not yet cold vnder water, nor the
Beare halfe din’d on the Gentleman: he’s at it now.
Would I had bin by, to haue help’d the olde
I would you had beene by the ship side, to haue
help’d her; there your charity would haue lack’d footing.
Heauy matters, heauy matters: but looke thee
heere boy. Now blesse thy selfe: thou met’st with things
dying, I with things new borne. Here’s a sight for thee:
Looke thee, a bearing‑cloath for a Squires childe: looke
thee heere, take vp, take vp (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?
You’re a mad olde man: If the sinnes of your
youth are forgiuen you, you’re well to liue. Golde, all
This is Faiery Gold boy, and 'twill proue so: vp
with’t, keepe it close: home, home, the next way. We
are luckie (boy) and to bee so still requires nothing but
secrecie. Let my sheepe go: Come (good boy) the next
Go you the next way with your Findings, Ile go
see if the Beare bee gone from the Gentleman, and how
much he hath eaten: they are neuer curst but when they
are hungry: if there be any of him left, Ile bury it.
That’s a good deed: if thou mayest discerne by
that which is left of him, what he is, fetch me to th’sight
'Marry will I: and you shall helpe to put him
'Tis a lucky day, boy, and wee’l do good deeds