CLOWN: Hilloa, loa!
SHEPHERD: What? art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to
talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. 
What ail'st thou, man?
CLOWN: I have seen two such sights, by sea and by land!
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.
SHEPHERD: Why, boy, how is it? 
CLOWN: 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, 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 mainmast, 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, 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 than the sea or weather.
SHEPHERD: Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
CLOWN: 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.
SHEPHERD: Would I had been by, to have helped the old
CLOWN: I would you had been by the ship side, to have 
helped her; there your charity would have lacked footing.
SHEPHERD: 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 I should
be rich by the fairies. This is some changeling; open't; what's
CLOWN: You're a made old man; if the sins of your youth
are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold, all gold! 
SHEPHERD: This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so. Up
with't, keep it close. Home, home, the next way. We are
lucky, boy, and to be so still requires nothing but secrecy.
Let my sheep go. Come, good boy, the next way home.
CLOWN: Go you the next way with your findings; I'll go see 
if the bear be gone from the gentleman and how much he
hath eaten. They are never curst but when they are hungry.
If there be any of him left, I'll bury it.
SHEPHERD: That's a good deed. If thou mayest discern by
that which is left of him what he is, fetch me to th' sight of him. 
CLOWN: Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i'
SHEPHERD: 'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't.