Arv. 'Would I had done't, So the revenge alone purfu'd me!-Polydore, I love thee brotherly; but envy much, h Thou halt robb'd me of this deed: I would, revenges, That poffible ftrength might meet, would feek us through, And put us to our answer. Bel. Well, 'tis done : We'll hunt no more to-day, nor feek for danger 'Till hafty Polydore return, and bring him Arv. Poor fick Fidele! I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour, And praise myself for charity. Bel. O thou goddefs, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop h [Exit. revenges,]-fuch purfuits of vengeance as would admit but the poffibility of refiftance. iTo gain his colour,]-For the recovery of Fidele, I'd let a thousand fuch clowns blood. k invifible]-hidden, fecret, the caufe whereof was unknown and unfufpected. What What Cloten's being here to us portends; Re-enter Guiderius. Guid. Where's my brother? I have fent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream, Bel. My ingenious inftrument! [Solemn mufic, Hark, Polydore, it founds! But what occafion Guid. Is he at home? Bel. He went hence even now. Guid. What does he mean? fince death of my dearest mother It did not speak before. All folemn things Is Cadwal mad? Re-enter Arviragus, with Imogen as dead, bearing her in his arms. Bel. Look, here he comes, And brings the dire occafion in his arms, Of what we blame him for! Arv. The bird is dead, That we have made fo much on. I had rather Guid. Oh sweetest, fairest lilly! My brother wears thee not the one half fo well, ingenious]-harmonious, musical, Bel. Bel. O, melancholy! · Who ever yet could found thy bottom? find Arv. Stark, as you see; Thus fmiling, as fome fly had tickled flumber, P Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right cheek Repofing on a cushion. Guid. Where? Arv. O' the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he flept; and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whofe rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud. Guid. Why, he but fleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilft fummer lafts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy fad grave: Thou shalt not lack Out sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would, Thofe rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Yea, and furr'd mofs befides, when flowers are none, To winter ground thy corfe. mcrare]-crayer, bark, veffel. • Stark,]-Stiff. " but I,]-know only-but ab! P being laugh'd at:]-as is apparent from his placid countenance. a brogues]-fhoes. thee. the ruddock]-the red-breaft. To winter-ground thy corfe.]-To fcreen it from the inclemency of that feafon. Guid i Guid. Pr'ythee, have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Arv. Say, where fhall's lay him? Guid. By good Euriphile, our mother. And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, fing him to the ground, As once our mother; ufe like note, and words, Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. Guid. Cadwal, I cannot fing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: Bel. Great griefs, I fee, medicine the lefs: for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's fon, boys; And, though he came our enemy, remember, x He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one duft; yet reverence, (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Of place 'twixt 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. Therfites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive. protra]-the payment of a debt already due. fanes]-monumental infcriptions, tomb itones in temples. * paid]-punished. reverence,]-a due regard to fubordination, that power which preferves peace and decorum in the world. Arv. If you'll go fetch him, We'll fay our fong the whilft.-Brother, begin. [Exit Belarius. Guid. Nay, Cadwal, we muft lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for't. Guid. Come on then, and remove him. Arv. So,-begin. SONG. Guid. Fear no more the heat o' the fun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's ftroke; Care no more to cloath, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: Both. The fcepter, learning, phyfic, must a Guid. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Both. All lovers young, all lovers must b Confign to thee, and come to duft. The feepter, learning, &c.]-All human excellence is equally fubject to the stroke of death: neither the power of kings, nor the fcience of scholars, nor the art of those whofe immediate ftudy is the prolongation of life, can protect them from the final destiny of man. a this. b Confign to thee,]-Seal the fame contract with thee, add their names to thine in death's regifter. |