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Guid. No exorciser harm thee!
Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Guid. Ghost unlaid forbear thee !
Arv. Nothing ill come near thee !
Both. Quiet « consummation have ;
And renowned be thy grave !
Re-enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten.
Guid. We have done our obsequies : Come, lay him
down. Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, more: The herbs, that have on them cold dew 'o' the night, Are strewings fitt'st for graves.— Upon their faces :You were as flowers, now wither’d: even so These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.Come on, away : 'apart upon our knees. The ground, that gave them first, has them again : Their pleasure here is paft, so is their pain. [Exeunt,
Imogen, awaking. Imo. Yes, fir, to Milford. Haven; Which is the
-By yon bush ? ---Pray, how far thither? * 'Ods pittikins !-can it be six miles yet? I have gone all night :-'Faith, I'll lie down and Neep. But, soft! no bedfellow :-0, gods and goddesses !
[Seeing the body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't.— I hope, I dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,
confummation]-HAMLET, AA III. S. 1. Ham. • Upon their faces:)—the faces of Euriphile and Fidele. apart upon our knees.]- let us retire, and fall upon. 'Ods pittikins!)-God's pity.
And cook to honest creatures : But 'tis not so;
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
Which the brain makes of fumes : Our very eyes
Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,
I tremble still with fear: But if there be
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
The dream's here ftill: even when I wake, it is
Without me, as within me; not imagin’d, felt.
A headless man - The garments of Posthumus !
I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand;
His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh ;
The brawns of Hercules : but his Jovial face
Murder in heaven?-How ? -'Tis gone.—Pisanio,
All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
Conspir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten,
Hast here cut off my lord.—To write, and read,
Be henceforth treacherous ! Damn'd Pifanio
Hath with his forged letters, damn'd Pisanio-
From this moft bravest veffel of the world
Struck the main-top !-Posthumus, O! alas,
Where is thy head ? where's that? Ay me! Where's that?
Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart
And left thy head on.—How should this be ? Pifanio?
'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them
Have lay'd this woe here. O, ’ris pregnant, pregnant!
The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious
And cordial to me, have I not found it
Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home :
This is Pifanio's deed, and Cloten's: 0!-
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
Jovial face]— like Jove's. i
Conspir'd with that irregulous devil,)- In league with that disorderly, licentious devil-irreligicas.
That we the horrider may seem to those
Which chance to find us : 0, my lord ! my lord !
Enter Lucius, Captains, &c. and a Soothsayer.
Cap. To them, the legions garrison’d in Gallia,
After your will, have cross’d the sea ; attending
You here at Milford -Haven, with your ships :
They are in readiness.
Luc. But what from Rome?
Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners,
And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits,
That promise noble service; and they come
Under the conduct of bold lachimo,
Luc. When expect you them?
Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind.
Luc. This forwardness
Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present numbers
Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, fir,
What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose ?
Sootb. Last night the very gods shew'd me a vision : (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence) Thus :I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, "wing'd From the fpungy south to this part of the west, There vanifh'd in the sun-beams : which portends, (Unless my sins abuse my divination) Success to the Roman host.
Luc. Dream often so,
And never false.Soft, ho! what trunk is here,
Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime
It was a worthy building.--How! a page!
Or dead, or neeping on him? But dead, rather :
the very gods)-the gods themselves. mwingid]-having taken his flight. VOL. III.
For nature doth abhor to make his bed
With the defunct, or seep upon the dead.--
Let's see the boy's face.
Cap. He is alive, my lord.
Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.--Young one,
Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it feems,
They crave to be demanded : Who is this,
Thou mak’ít thy bloody pillow? Or who was he,
That, otherwise than noble nature " did,
Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest
In this fad wreck? How came it? Who is it?
What art thou?
Imo. I am nothing: or if not,
Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
A very valiant Briton, and a good,
That here by mountaineers lies Nain :-Alas!
There are no more such masters : I may wander
From east to occident, cry out for service,
Try many, all good, serve truly, never
Find such another master.
Luc. 'Lack, good youth !
Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than
Thy master in bleeding: Say his name, good friend.
Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lyt, and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope
(Afide. They'll pardon it. Say you, sir?
Luc. Thy name?
Imo. Fidele, sir.
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very fame :
Thy name well fits thy faith ; thy faich, thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say,
Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure,
No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters,
* did, ]-drew it did it.
Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
Than thine own worth prefer thee : Go with me.
Imo. I'll follow, sir. But, first, an't please the gods,
I'll hide my master from the fies, as deep
As o these poor pick-axes can dig: and when
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd his
grave, And on it said a century
Such as I can, cwice o'er, I'll weep, and ligh;
And, leaving so his service, follow you,
So please you entertain me.
Luc. Ay, good youth ;
And rather father thee, than master thee.
The boy hath taught us manly duties : Let us
Find out the prettiest daizy'd plot wę can,
And make him with our pikes and P partizans
A grave: Come, arm him.-Boy, he is preferr'd
By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd,
As soldiers can.
Be chearful; wipe thine eyes :
Some falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeunt.
Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio. Cym. Again ; and bring me word, how ’ris with her. A fever 'with the absence of her son ; A madness, of which her life's in danger :-Heavens, How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
of my comfort, gone: my queen obese poor pick axes]—my fingers. 'P partizans)-spears, halberts. arm him.]-carry him in your arms.
with the absence of ber pini)-occafioned by that, and attended with a delirium, threatens her life. Q2