ACT 3
Scene 3

...To these sorrows.
Enter Antigonus carrying the babe, and a Mariner.

...deserts of Bohemia?
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 ’s.

...call upon thee.
Make your best haste, and go not
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.

...I’ll follow instantly.
I am glad at heart
To be so rid o’ th’ business.
He exits.