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Arv. 'Would I had done't, y
So the revenge alone pursu'd me!-Polydore,
I love thee brotherly; but envy much,
Thou halt robb'd me of this deed : I would, "revenges,
Thai poslible strength might meet, would seek us through,
And put us to vur answer.

Bel. Well, 'tis done :-
We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Where there's no profit. I pr’ythee, to our rock ;
You and Fidele play the cooks : I'll stay
'Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him
To dinner presently.

Arv. Poor sick Fidele!
I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour,
I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood,
And praise myself for charity.

Bel. O thou goddess,
Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st
In these two princely boys! They are as gentle
As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,
Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough,
Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rudest wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful,
That an * invisible inftinct should frame them
To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught;
Civility not seen from other ; valour,
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange,

revenges, 1-such pursuits of vengeance as would admit but the poffibility of resistance:

i. To gain bis colour, ]—For the recovery of Fidele, I'd let a thousand such clowns blood.

k invisible]-hidden, fecret, the cause whereof was unknown and unsuspected.


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What Cloten's being here to us portends;
Or what his death will bring us.

Re-enter Guiderius.

Guid. Where's my brother?
I have sent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream,
In embassy to his mother; his body's hostage
For his return.

[Solemn mufici
Bel. My ' ingenious instrument !
Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark !

Guid. Is he at home?
Bel. He went hence even now.
Guid. What does he mean? since death of


deareft mother It did not speak before. All solemn things Should answer folemn accidents. The matter?

Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,
Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys.
Is Cadwal mad?

Re-enter Arviragus, with Imogen as dead, bearing her in

bis arms.

Bel. Look, here he comes,
And brings the dire occasion in his arms,
Of what we blame him for!

Arv. The bird is dead,
That we have made so much on. I had rather
Have skipp'd'from sixteen years of age to fixty,
And turn’d my leaping time into a crutch,
Than have seen this.

Guid. Oh sweetest, fairest lilly !
My brother wears thee not the one half so well,
As when thou grew'st thyself.

} ingenious]-harmonious, musical.


Bel. O, melancholy! • Who ever yet could sound thy bottom ? find The ooze, or shew what coast thy Nuggish "crare Might easiliest harbour in ?--Thou blessed thing! Jove knows what man thou might'st have made; - but I, Thou dy'dst, a most rare boy, of melancholy ! How found you him?

Arv. Stark, as you see ; Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled number, Not as death’s dart, P being laugh’d at: his right cheek Reposing on a cushion.

Guid. Where?

Arv. O'the floor ;
His arms thus leagu’d: I thought, he Nept; and put
My clouted ? brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness
Answer'd my steps too loud.

Guid. Why, he but Neeps :
If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed ;
With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,
And worms will not come to 'him.

Arv. With fairest flowers,
Whilst summer lafts, and I live here, Fidele,
I'll sweeten thy fad grave: Thou shalt not lack
The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor
The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to Nander,
Out.sweeten'd not thy breath : 'the ruddock would,
With charitable bill (o bill, fore shaming
Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie
Without a monument!) bring thee all this;
Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none,
* To winter-ground thy corse.
mcrare]-crayer, bark, vefsel. but 1,1—-know only—but ab!

Stark,]-Stiff. P being laugh'd at :)-as is apparent from his placid countenance. 9 brogues)-shoes. robee.

s the ruddock)-the red-breaft. ' To winter-ground the corse.]-To screen it from the inclemency of that season.

Guid. Pr’ythee, have done ;
And do not play in wench-like words with that
Which is fo ferious. Let us bury him,
And not "protract with admiration what
Is now due debt.-To the grave.

Arv. Say, where shall's lay him ?
Guid. By good Euriphile, our mother.

Arv. Be't fo:
And let us, Polydore, though now our voices

the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, As once our mother; use like note, and words, Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.

Guid. Cadwal,
I cannot fing: I'll weep, and word it with thee:
For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse
Than priests and wfanes that lie.

Arv. We'll speak it then.

Bel. Great griefs, I fee, medicine the lefs: for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys ; And, though he came our enemy, remember, He was * paid for that : Though mean and mighty,

rotting Together, have one dust; yet y reverence, (That angel of the world) doch make distinction Of place 'cwixt high and low. Our foe was princely: And though you took his life, as being our foe, Yet bury him as a prince.

Guid. Pray you, fetch him hither. Therlites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive.

protrad]—the payment of a debt already due. fanes)-monumental inscriptions, tomb itones in temples. * paid]-punished.

reperence,]-a due regard to subordination, that power which preserves peace and decorum in the world.


Arv. If you'll go fetch him,
We'll say our long the whilft.—Brother, begin.

[Exit Belarius. Guid. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for’t.

Arv. 'Tis true.
Guid. Come on then, and remove him.
Arv. So,-begin.


Guid. Fear no more the beat o' the fun,

Nor the furious winter's rages ;
Thou thy worldly talk bast done,

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages :
Both. Golden lads and girls all muft,
As chimney-sweepers, come to duft.
Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great,

Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ;
Care no more to cloath, and eat;

To tbee the reed is as the oak:
Both. 2 The scepter, learning, physic, muff
All follow a thee, and come to dust.
Guid. Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Guid. Fear not sander, censure ras;
Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moun :
Both. All lovers young, all lovers must

Consign to thee, and come to dust. ? The frepter, learning, &c.]—All human excellence is equally subject to the stroke of death : neither the power of kings, nor the science of scholars, nor the art of those whose immediate study is the prolongation of life, can protoet them from the final destiny of man.

a this.

6 Consign to thee,]-Seal the same contract with thee, add their names to thine in death's register.


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