Upon a desperate bed; and in a time
When fearful wars point at me: her son gone,
So needful for this present : It strikes me, past
The hope of comfort.-But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure, and
Doft seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.
Pij. Sir, niy

life is

yours,
I humbly set it at your will : But, for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your highness,
Hold me your loyal servant.

Lord. Good my liege,
The day that she was missing, he was here:
I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And he'll, no doubt, be found.

Cym. The time is troublesome;
We'll flip you for a seafon; but 'our jealousy [To Pif.
Does yet depend.

Lord. So please your majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coaft; with a supply
Of Roman gentlemen, by the fenate sent.

Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen!
I am amaz'd with matter.

Lord. Good my liege, * Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're

ready: • ser jealousy does get depend.)-my fufpicion is not perfectly removed,

amaz'd with matter. ]-perplexed with multiplicity of business. * Your preparation, &c.]-Your forces are a match for as great an army as report gives the enemy.

The

The want is, but to put these powers in motion,
That long to move.

Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw;
'And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us; but
We grieve at chances here. --Away. [Exeunt.
Pif

. "I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was Nain : 'Tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings: Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work: Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true, These present wars shall find I love my country, * Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them. All other doubts, by time let them be clear’d: Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd. [Exit.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Guid. The noise is round about us.
Bel. Let us from it.

Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure ?

Guid. Nay, what hope
Have we in hiding us ? this way, the Romans
Must or for Britons Nay us; or receive us

And meet the time, as it seeks us.]-And display, at this juncture, a spirit equal to the occasion.

* I beard no tetter]-I have not heard a syllable-since I wrote him word. I've had no letter.

* Even to the note o'tbe king, ]—my patriotism shall be so evinced by my conduct in these wars, as to attract even the notice of the king.

For barbarous and unnatural revolts
During their use, and Nay us after,

Bel. Sons,
We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us.
To the king's party there's no going: newness
Of Cloten's death (we being not known, nor muster'd
Among the bands) may drive us to ? a render
Where we have liv'd ; and fo extort from us that
Which we have done, whose answer would be death
Drawn on with torture.

Guid. This is, sir, a doubt,
In such a time, nothing becoming you,
Nor satisfying us.

Arv. It is not likely,
That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
Behold their quarter'd files, have both their eyes
And ears so cloy'd importantly as now,
That they will waste their time ' upon our note,
To know from whence we are.

Bel. O, I am known
Of
many

in the arıny: many years, Though Çloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And, besides, the king Hath nut deferv'd my service, nor your loves; Who find in my exile the want of breeding, * The certainty of this hard life ; aye hopeless To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd, But to be still hot summer's 'tanlings, and The shrinking Naves of winter. y During their use,]-So long as they shall retain us in their service.

to a render where we have liv'a';)--to give an account of our place of abode. * wbosc anwer)--the retaliation of Cloten's death.

© their quarter'd files,)-well disposed lines-quarter'd fores. e so cloy'd importantly)- fo fully employed.-jo 'mployed.

upon cur note, )-in enquiries about us. • T be certainly)-The necessary consequence. janlings]-tanned ones,

Guid,

d

Guid. Than be so,
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army :
I and my brother are not known : yourself,
So out of thought, and thereto so : o’ergrown,
Cannot be question’d.

Arv. By this sun that shines,
I'll thither : What thing is it, that I never
Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood,
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison?
Never beftrid a horse, save one, that had
A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd
To look upon the holy fun, to have
The benefit of his blest beams, remaining
So long a poor unknown. .

Guid. By heavens, I'll go :
If

you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
I'll take the better care ; but if you
The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
The hands of Romans !

Arv. So say I; Amen.
Bel. No reason I, since of

your
lives
you

set
So Night a valuation, should reserve
My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys:
If in your country wars you chance to die,
That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie :
Lead, lead.—The time seems long; their blood thinks
scorn,

[ Afide. 'Till it Ay out, and sew them princes born. [Exeunt.

will not,

A CT V. SCENE I.

A Field, between the British and Roman Camps.

Enter Posthumus, with a bloody handkerchief.
Poft. Yea, -bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd
Thou should'st be colour'd thus.

You married ones,
If each of you would take this course, how many
Must murder wives much better than themselves
For i wrying but a little ?-0, Pisanio!
* Every good servant does not all commands :
No bond, but to do just ones.-Gods ! if you
Should have ta’en vengeance on my faults, I never
Had liv'd' to put on this : fo had you saved
The noble Imogen to repent; and struck
Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack,
You snatch some hence for little faulis; that's love,
To have them fall no more: you some permit
To second ills with ills, Reach elder worse;
And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift.
But Imogen is your own : Do your best wills,
And make me blest to obey !--I am brought hither
Among the Italian gentry, and to fight
Against my lady's kingdom : 'Tis enough
That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress ; peace !

i

bloody cloob,)--the token of Imogen's death, sent by Pijania. wrying )-swerving, straying. * Every good servan:)— It is the curse of kings," &c.

King John, Act IV. S. 2. K. Jobu. to put on]-to inftigate to. m each elder storfe ; &c.]-each deed of an old finner being worse than the preceding; till at length, pierced with a review of their ac, cumulated enormities, they become exemplary penitents,