is here. I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son
come; he [hallooed] but even now. Whoa, ho, hoa!
[Clo.] Hilloa, loa!
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?
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Clo. 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