https://moonpub.net/shake5/Audios/Winters%20Tale/TALE33.mp3 Bohemia. A desert country near the sea. [Enter ANTIGONUS with a Child, and a Mariner] ANTIGONUS Thou art perfect then, our ship hath touch’d upon The deserts of Bohemia? Mariner Ay, my lord: and fear We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly And threaten present blusters. In my conscience, The heavens […]