Act 3, Scene 3

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.

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Shepherd        Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here,
        boy. Now bless thyself: thou mettest with things
        dying, I with things newborn. 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 within, boy?

Clown   See, see; what a man you are now!
        There is no other way but to tell the king
        she's a changeling and none of your flesh and blood.

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