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Arv. 'Would I had done't, y
Bel. Well, 'tis done :-
Arv. Poor sick Fidele!
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.
What Cloten's being here to us portends;
Guid. Where's my brother?
Guid. Is he at home?
deareft mother It did not speak before. All solemn things Should answer folemn accidents. The matter?
Re-enter Arviragus, with Imogen as dead, bearing her in
Bel. Look, here he comes,
Arv. The bird is dead,
Guid. Oh sweetest, fairest lilly !
} 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.
Arv. O'the floor ;
Guid. Why, he but Neeps :
Arv. With fairest flowers,
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 ;
Arv. Say, where shall's lay him ?
Arv. Be't fo:
the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, As once our mother; use like note, and words, Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.
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,
[Exit Belarius. Guid. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for’t.
Arv. 'Tis true.
Guid. Fear no more the beat o' the fun,
Nor the furious winter's rages ;
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages :
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ;
To tbee the reed is as the oak:
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.
6 Consign to thee,]-Seal the same contract with thee, add their names to thine in death's register.