Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice!
How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly
ad-It was i'the offering!
Cleo.
But, of all, the burst
And the ear-deafening voice o'the oracle,
Kin to Jove's thunder, so surpris'd my sense,
That I was nothing.
Ant.
Any thing, my lord,
That my ability may undergo,
And nobleness impose: at least, thus much;
I'll pawn the little blood which I have left,
To save the innocent: any thing possible.
Leon. It shall be possible: Swear by this sword,'
Thou wilt perform my bidding.
Leon. Mark, and perform it; (secst thou ?) for the fail
Of any point in't shall not only be
Death to thyself, but to thy lewd-tongu'd wife;
Whom, for this time, we pardon. We enjoin thee,
As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry
This female bastard hence; and that thou bear it
To some remote and desert place, quite out
Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it,
Without more mercy, to its own protection,
And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune
It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,-
On thy soul's peril, and thy body's torture,-
That thou commend it strangely to some place,2
Where chance may nurse, or end it: Take it up.
Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death
Had been more merciful.-Come on, poor babe:
Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens,
To be thy nurses! Wolves, and bears, they say,
Casting their savageness aside, have done
Like oflices of pity.-Sir, be prosperous
In more than this deed doth require! and blessing,
Against this cruelty, fight on thy side.-
Poor thing, condemn'd to loss! [Ex. with the child.
No, I'll not rear
1 Alten. Please your highness, posts, From those you sent to the oracle, are come An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion,
Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed,
Hasting to the court.
1 Lord.
So please you, sir, their speed
Hath been beyond account.
Leon.
Twenty-three days
They have been absent: "Tis good speed; foretels,
The great Apollo suddenly will have
The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords;
Summon a session, that we may arraign
Our most disloyal lady: for, as she hath
Been publicly accus'd, so shall she have
A just and open trial. While she lives,
My heart will be a burden to mc.
And think upon my bidding.
SCENE I.—The same. A street in some Town.
Enter Cleomenes and Dion.
Cleo. The climate's delicate; the air most sweet;
Fertile the isle; the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.
Dion.
I shall report,
For most it caught me, the celestial habits
If the event o'the journey
Prove as successful to the queen,-0, bet so!-
As it hath been to us, rare, pleasant, speedy,
The time is worth the use on't.3
Cleo.
Great Apollo,
Turn all to the best! These proclamations,
So forcing faults upon Hermione,
I little like.
Dion.
The violent carriage of it
Will clear, or end the business: When the oracle,
(Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up,)
Shall the contents discover, something rare,
Even then will rush to knowledge.—Gó, fresh
horses ;-
And gracious be the issue!
SCENE II.-The same. A court of justice. Leontes, Lords, and Officers, appear property scated.
Leon. This sessions (to our great grief, we pro
Even pushes 'gainst our heart: The party tried,
The daughter of a king; our wife; and one
Of us too much belov'd.-Let us be clear'd
Of being tyrannous, since we so openly
Proceed in justice; which shall have due course,
Even to the guilt, or the purgation.-
Produce the prisoner.
Offi. It is his highness' pleasure, that the queen
Appear in person here in court.-Silence!
Hermione is brought in, guarded; Paulina and
Ladics, attending.
Leon. Read the indictment.
Offi. Hermione, queen to the worthy Leontes, king of Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraigned of high treason, in committing adultery with Polixenes, king of Bohemia; and conspiring with Camillo, to take away the life of our sovereign lord the king, thy royal husband; the pretence whereof being by circumstances partly laid open, thou, Hermione, contrary to the faith and allegiance of a true subject, didst counsel and aid them, for their better safety, to fly away by night.
Her. Since what I am to say, must be but that
Which contradicts any accusation; and
The testimony on my part, no other
But what comes from myself; it shall searce boot
To say, Not guilty: mine integrity,
Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express
Be so receiv'd. But thus,-If powers divine
Behold our human actions (as they do,)
I doubt not then, but innocence shall make
False accusation blush, and tyranny
Tremble at patience.-You, my lord, best know
(Who least will seem to do so,) my past life
Hath been as continent, as chaste, as truc,
As I am now unhappy; which is more
Than history can pattern, though devis'd,
And play'd, to take spectators; For behold me,—
(Methinks, I so should term them,) and the reve-A fellow of the royal bed, which owe
(3) i. e. Our journey has recompensed us the
(1) It was anciently a practice to swear by the time we spent in it. cross at the hilt of a sword.
(2) i. e. Commit it to some place as a stranger.]
(4) Equal. (5) Scheme laid. (6) Treachery. (7) Own, possess.
A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter,
The mother to a hopeful prince,-here standing
To prate and talk for life, and honour, 'fore
Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize
As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for honour,
'Tis a derivative from me to mine,
And only that I stand for. I appeal
To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes
Came to your court, how I was in your grace,
How merited to be so; since he came,
With what encounter so uncurrent I
Have strain'd, to appear thus: if one jot beyond
The bound of honour; or, in act, or will,
That way inclining; harden'd be the hearts
Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin
Cry, Fie upon my grave!
I ne'er heard yet,
That any of these bolder vices wanted
Less impudence to gainsay what they did,
Than to perform it first.
Her.
That's true enough;
Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me.
Leon. You will not own it.
Her.
More than mistress of,
Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not
At all acknowledge. For Polixenes,
(With whom I am accus'd,) I do confess,
I lov'd him, as in honour he requir'd ;
With such a kind of love, as might become
A lady like me; with a love, even such,
So, and no other, as yourself commanded:
'Which not to have done, I think, had been in me
Both disobedience and ingratitude,
To you, and toward your friend; whose love had
spoke,
Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely,
That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy,
I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd
For me to try how: all I know of it
Is, that Camillo was an honest man;
And, why he left your court, the gods themselves,
Wotting no more than I, are ignorant.
Leon. You knew of his departure, as you know
What you have underta'en to do in his absence.
Her. Sir,
You speak a language that I understand not:
My life stands in the level of your dreams,
Which I'll lay down.
Your actions are my dreams;
You had a bastard by Polixenes,
And I but dream'd it:-As you were past all shame,
(Those of your fact? are so,) so past all truth:
Which to deny, concerns more than avails:
Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself,
No father owning it, (which is, indeed,
More criminal in thee, than it,) so thou
Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage,
Look for no less than death.
The bug, which you would fright me with, I seck.
To me can life be no commodity:
The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,
I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,
But know not how it went: My second joy,
And first-fruits of my body, from his presence,
I am barr'd, like one infectious: My third com-
Starr'd most unluckily,' is from my breast,
(1) Is within the reach.
(2) They who have done like you.
(3) Ill-starred; born under an inauspicious planet.
The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth,
Haled out to murder: Myself on every post
Proclaim'd a strumpet; With immodest hatred
To child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs
To women of all fashion :-Lastly, hurried
Here to this place, i'the open air, before
I have got strength of limit. Now, my licge,
Tell me what blessings I have here alive,
That I should fear to die? Therefore, proceed.
But yet hear this; mistake me not;--No! life,
I prize it not a straw:-but for mine honour,
(Which I would free,) if I shall be condemn'd
Upon surmises; all proofs sleeping else,
But what your jealousies awake; I tell you,
'Tis rigour, and not law.-Your honours all,
I do refer me to the oracle;
Apollo be my judge.
This your request
Is altogether just: therefore, bring forth,
And in Apollo's name, his oracle.
[Exeunt certain Officers,
Her. The emperor of Russia was my father:
O, that he were alive, and here beholding
His daughter's trial! that he did but see
The flatness of my misery; yet with eyes
Of pity, not revenge!
Re-enter Officers with Cleomenes and Dion.
Offi. You here shall swear upon this sword of
justice,
That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have
Been both at Delphos; and from thence have
brought
This scal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd
Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then,
You have not dar'd to break the holy seal,
Nor read the secrets in't.
All this we swear. Leon. Break up the seals, and read.
Off. [Reads.] Hermione is chaste, Polixenes blameless, Camillo a true subject, Leontes a jealous tyrant, his innocent babe truly begotten; and the king shall live without an heir, if that, which is lost, be not found.
Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo!
Her.
Leon. Hast thou read truth?
Ay, my lord; even so
Leon. There is no truth at all i'the oracle:
The sessions shall proceed; this is mere falsehood.
I have too much believ'd mine own suspicion :- [In storm perpetual, could not move the gods
'Beseech you, tenderly apply to her
To look that way thou wert.
Some remedies for life.-Apollo, pardon
Leon.
[Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with Her.
My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle !—
I'll reconcile me to Polixenes;
New woo my queen; recall the good Camillo ;
Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy:
For, being transported by my jealousies
To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose
Camillo for the minister, to poison
My friend Polixenes; which had been done,
But that the good mind of Camillo tardied
My swift command, though I with death, and with
Reward, did threaten and encourage him,
Not doing it, and being done: he, most humane,
And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest
Unclasp'd my practice; quit his fortunes here,
Which you knew great; and to the certain hazard
Of all incertainties himself commended,1
No richer than his honour:-How he glisters
Thorough my rust! and how his piety
Does my deeds make the blacker!
Wo the while!
O, cut my lace; lest my heart, cracking it,
Break too!
1 Lord. What fit is this, good lady?
Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?
What wheels? racks? fires? What flaying? boiling,
In leads, or oils? what old, or newer torture
Must I receive; whose every word deserves
To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny
Together working with thy jealousies,-
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
For girls of nine !-O, think, what they have done,
And then run mad, indeed; stark mad! for all
Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it.
That thou betray'dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing;
That did but show thee, of a fool, inconstant,
And damnable ungrateful: nor was't much,
Thou would'st have poison'd good Camillo's honour,
To have him kill a king; poor trespasses,
More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon
The casting forth to crows thy baby daughter,
To be or none, or little; though a devil
Would have shed water out of fire, ere done't:
Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death
Of the young prince; whose honourable thoughts
(Thoughts high for one so tender,) cleft the heart
That could conceive, a gross and foolish sire
Blemish'd his gracious dam: this is not, no,
Laid to thy answer: But the last,-O, lords,
When I have said, cry, wo!-the queen, the queen,
The sweetest, dearest, creature's dead; and ven-
geance for't
Not dropp'd down yet.
1 Lord.
The higher powers forbid !
Paul. I say, she's dead; I'll swear't: if word,
nor oath,
• Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring
Tincture, or lustre, in her lip, her eye,
Heat outwardly, or breath within, I'll serve you
As I would do the gods.-But, O thou tyrant!
Do not repent these things; for they are heavier
Than all thy woes can stir: therefore, betake thee
To nothing but despair. A thousand knees
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter
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Go on, go on:
Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserv'd
All tongues to talk their bitterest.
1 Lord.
Say no more;
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
I'the boldness of your speech.
I am sorry for❜t;
All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,
I do repent: Alas, I have show'd too much
The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd
To the noble heart.-What's gone, and what's past
Should be past grief: Do not receive affliction
At my petition, I beseech you; rather
Let me be punish'd, that have minded you
Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege,
Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman:
The love I bore your queen,-lo, fool again!—
I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children;
I'll not remember you of my own lord,
Who is lost too: Take your patience to you,
And I'll say nothing.
Leon.
Thou didst speak but well,
When most the truth; which I receive much better
Than to be pitied of thee. Pr'ythee, bring me
To the dead bodies of my queen, and son:
One grave shall be for both; upon them shall
The causes of their death appear, unto
Our shame perpetual: Once a day I'll visit
The chapel where they Jie; and tears, shed there,
Shall be my recreation: So long as
Nature will bear up with this exercise,
So long I daily vow to use it. Come,
And lead me to these sorrows.
SCENE III.-Bohemia. A desert country near the sea. Enter Antigonus, with the child; an a Mariner.
Ant. Thou art perfect then, our ship hath
touch'd upon
The deserts of Bohemia ?
Mar.
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,
And frown upon us.
Ant. Their sacred wills be done!-Go, get
aboard;
Look to thy bark; I'll not be long, before
I call upon thee.
Mar.
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.
Ant.
Go thou away:
Mar.
I am glad at heart
To be so rid o'the business.
Ant.
[Exit. Come, poor babe:
I have heard (but not believ'd,) the spirits of 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,
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;
And, gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon
Did this break from her Good Antigonus,
Since fale, against thy better disposition,
Hath made thy person for the thrower-out
Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,-
Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
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 chases, how it rages, how it takes up the shore! but that's not
There weep, and leave it crying; and, for the babe to the point: O, the most piteous cry of the poor
Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,
I pr'ythee, callit; for this ungentle business,
Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shall 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:
Yet, for this once, yea, superstitiously,
I will be squar'd 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,
Either for life, or death, upon the earth
Of its right father.-Blossom, speed thee well!
[Laying down the child.
There lie; and there thy character: there these;
[Laying down a bundle.
Which may, if fortune please, both breed thee,
pretty,
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 accurs'd am I,
To be by oath enjoin'd to this.-Farewell!
The day frowns more and more; thou art like to
have
A lullaby too rough: I never saw
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'd thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then for the 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-dragon'd it :-but, first, how the poor souls roared, and the sea mocked them ;-and how the poor gentleman roar'd, and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder 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.
Shep. Would I had been by, to have helped the
Clo. I would you had been by the ship-side, to have helped her; there your charity would have lacked footing. [Aside.
Shep. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here, boy. Now bless thyself; thou met'st with things dying, I with things new born. Here's a sight 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,
ling:-open't: What's within, boy?
The heavens so dim by day.-A savage clamour?-should be rich by the fairies: this is some change-
Well may I get aboard!- -This is the chace;
I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a bear.
Clo. You're a made old man; if the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!
Shep. I would, there were no age between ten Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: and three-and-twenty; or that youth would sleep up with it, keep it close; home, home, the next out the rest: for there is nothing in the between way. We are lucky, boy; and to be so still rebut getting wenches with child, wronging the an-quires nothing but secrecy.-Let my sheep go:cientry, stealing, fighting.- Hark you now!-Come, good boy, the next way home.
Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen, andį Clo. Go you the next way with your findings; two-and-twenty, hunt this weather? They have I'll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, scared away two of my best sheep; which, I fear, and how much he hath eaten they are never curst, the wolf will sooner find, than the master: if any but when they are hungry: if there be any of him where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side, browzing left, I'll bury it.
on ivy. Good luck, an't be thy will! what have we Shep. That's a good deed: If thou may'st dishere [Taking up the child.] Mercy on's, a cern by that which is left of him, what he is, fetch barne; a very pretty barne! A boy, or a child, I me to the sight of him.
wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty one: Sure, Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I can him i'the ground.
read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has Shep. 'Tis a lucky day, boy; and we'll do good been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some be-deeds 'on't. hind-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 hollaed but even now. Whoa, ho hoa!
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?
Enter Time, as Chorus.
I,—that please some, try all; both joy and terror,
Of good and bad; that make, and unfold error,Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea, and by Now take upon me, in the name of Time, land;--but I am not to say, it is a sea, for it is now To use my wings. Impute it not a crime, To me, or my swift passage, that I slide
(1) The writing afterward discovered with Per-O'er sixteen years, and leave the growth untried dita. (2) Child. (3) Female infant. (4) Swallowed. (6) Some child left behind by the fairies, in the (5) The mantle in which a child was carried to room of one which they had stolen. be baptized. (7) Nearest, (8) Mischievous,
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 custom: Let me pass
The same I am, ere ancient'st order was,
Or what is now receiv'd: I witness to
The times that brought them in; so shall I do
To the freshest things now reigning; and make stale
The glistening 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
The effects of his fond jealousies; so grieving,
That he shuts up himself; imagine me,
Gentle spectators, that I now may be
In fair Bohemia; and remember well,
I mention'd a son o' the king's, which Florizel
I now name to you; and with speed so pace
To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace
Equal with wond'ring: What of her ensues,
I list not prophesy; but let Time's news
Be known, when 'tis brought forth:-a shepherd's
daughter,
And what to her adheres, which follows after,
Is the 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.
SCENE I.-The same. A room in the palace of
Polixenes. Enter Polixenes and Camillo. Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate; 'tis a sickness, denying thee any thing; a death, to grant this.
with some care; so far, that I have eyes under my service, which look upon his removedness: from whom I have this intelligence; That he is seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd; a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyond the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable estate.
Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a daughter of most rare note: the report of her is extended more, than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.
Pol. That's likewise part of my intelligence.
But, I fear the angle that plucks our son thither.
Thou shalt accompany us to the place: where we
will, not appearing what we are, have some ques
tion with the shepherd; from whose simplicity, I
think it not uneasy to get the cause of my son's
resort thither. Pr'ythee, be my present partner in
this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.
Cam. I willingly obey your command.
Pol. My best Camillo!-We must disguise our-
selves.
[Exeunt
SCENE II-The same. A road near the Shep
herd's cottage. Enter Autolycus, singing.
When daffodils begin to peer,———
With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,-
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,-
With, hey! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!-
Doth set my pugging1o tooth on edge;
Cam. It is fifteen years, since I saw my country;
though I have, for the most part, been aired abroad,
I desire to lay my bones there. Besides, the peni-re summer-songs for me and my aunts,''
tent king, my master, hath sent for me: to whose
feeling sorrows I might be some allay, or I o'er-
weens to think so; which is another spur to my I
departure.
The lark, that tirra-lirra chaunts,-
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
With, hey! with, hey! the thrush and the jay :-
While we lie tumbling in the hay.
have served prince Florizel, and, in my time, wore three-pile;12 but now I am out of service: But shall I go mourn for that, my dear? The pale moon shines by night: And when I wander here and there, I then do most go right.
If tinkers may have leave to live,
Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of thy services, by leaving me now: the need I have of thee, thine own goodness hath made; better not to have had thec, than thus to want thee: thou, having made me businesses, which none without thee can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thee the very services thou hast done: which If I have not enough considered, (as too much My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to cannot,) to be more thankful to thee, shall be my
And bear the sour-skin budget;
Then my account I well may give,
And in the stocks avouch it.
study; and my profit therein, the heaping friend-lesser linen. My father named me, Autolycus; ships. Of that fatal country, Sicilia, pr'ythee speak who, being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was no more: whose very naming punishes me with the likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles: With remembrance of that penitent, as thou call'st him, die, and drab, I purchased this caparison; and my and reconciled king, my brother; whose loss of his revenue is the silly cheat:13 Gallows, and knock, most precious queen, and children, are even now are too powerful on the highway: beating, and to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when saw'st hanging, are terrors to me; for the life to come, I thou the prince Florizel my son? Kings are no less sleep out the thought of it.-A prize! a prize! unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they are in losing them, when they have approved their
Clo. Let me see:-Every 'leven wether-tods;12 Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince: every tod yields-pound and odd shilling: fifteen What his happier affairs may be, are to me un-hundred shorn,-What comes the wool to? known: but I have, missingly, noted," he is of late Aut. If the springe hold, the cock's mine. [Aside. much retired from court; and is less frequent to his Clo. I cannot do't without counters. -Let me princely exercises, than formerly he hath appeared. Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo; and
(1) i. e. Leave unexamined the progress of the intermediate time which filled up the gap in Perdita's story.
(2) Imagine for me. (3) Subject. (4) Approve.
(5) Think too highly. (6) Friendly offices.
77) Observed at intervals,
(8) Talk,
(9) i. e. The spring blood reigns over the parts lately under the dominion of winter. (10) Thievish. (11) Doxies. (12) Rich velvet. (13) Picking pockets. (14) Every eleven sheep will produce a tod or twenty-eight pounds of wool.
(15) Circular pieces of base metal, anciently used by the illiterate, to adjust their reckonings,
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