A lullaby too rough: I never saw
The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour!
Well may I get aboard! This is the chase:
I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a bear.
Shep. I would there were no age between [ten] and three-and-twenty,
or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there
is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child,
wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting—Hark you now!
Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty