Directly after everyone’s favorite stage direction, this wonderful bit of Shakespearean hey-you-kids-get-off-my-lawn:
SHEPHERD: 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— [Horns.] Hark you now! Would any but these boil’d-brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty hunt this weather? They have scar’d away two of my best sheep, which I fear the wolf will sooner find than the master. If any where I have them, ’tis by the sea-side, browsing of ivy.
—The Winter’s Tale, Act III sc. 3