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Guid. • Fear no more the lightning-fash.
Arv. Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone.
Arv. • Thou hast finish'd joy and mnoan,
Consign to thee, and come to duft.
Unremoved be ihy grave!
Enter Belarius with the body of Cloten.
You were as flow'rs, now wither'd; even so or These herblets shall, which we upon you strow, 6. 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. [Exeura
S CE N E VI. Imogen awaking Imo." Yes, Sir, to Milford-haven, which is the way ' I thank you by yond bush? -Pray, how far
thither ? . 'Ods pitikins- can it be fix mile yet? • I've gone all night'faith, I'll lie down and sleep. • But, loft! no bedfellow-Oh gods and goddesses!
[Seeing the body. · These flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world ; • This bloody man the care on't l hope I dream; ^ For sure I thought I was a cave-keeper,
And cook to honelt 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 faitba • I tremble still with fear; but if there be " Yet left in beav'n as small a drop of pity
“As a wren's eye, oh gods ! a part of it !
The dream's here still; ev'n when I wake, it is 5. Without me, as within me ; not imagin’d, felt. A headless man
the garments of Pofthumus?
Enter. Lucius, Captains, and a Soothsayer. Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia,', After your will, have crois’d the sea, attending You here at Milford-haven, with your thips : They are in readiness
Luc. But what from Rome ?
Cap: The Senate bath stirr'd up the confiners,";
Luc. When expect you them?
Luc. This forwardness
[Ta the Soothsayer. What have you dream'd of late, of this war's purpose ?
Sooth. Last night, the very gods shew'd me a vision. (I fall and pray'd for their intelligence). I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the (pungy fouth, to this part of the west, There vanith in the sun-beams ; which portends (Unless my fins abuse my divination), Success to th’ Roman hoft.
Luc, Dream often fo,
Capt. He's alive, my Lord.
Lúc. He'll then instruct us of this body. Young one,
Imo. I am nothing ; or if not,
wander From east to occident, cry out for service, Try many, all good, serve them truly, never Find such another master.
Luc. ’Lack, gocd youth ! Thou mov'it no less with thy complaining, than "Ihy maiter bleeding : fay his naue, good friend..
Ima. Richard du Champ. If I du lye, and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope [Afide.
Luc. Thy name?
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very
Imo. I'll follow, Sir. But first, an't please the gods,
[grave, (such as I can) twice o'er, I'll weep and figh; And, leaving so his service, follow you, So please you entertain me.
Luc. Ay, good youth,
grave ; come, arm him*: boy, he is preferr'd
Be chearful, wipe thine eyes, Sone falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeunt.. SCENE VIII. Changes to Cymbeline's palace.
Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio. Cym. Again; "and bring me word how 'tis with her lo A fever with the absence of her son ; Madness, of which her life's in danger ; heav'ns ! How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone! my Queen Upon a desperate bed, and in a time When fearful wars point at me! her son gone, 1 So needful for this present! it strikes me palt
* 1.... take him up in your arms.
The hope of comfort. ' But for thee, fellow,
Pif. Sir, my life is your's,
Cym. The time is troublesome;
Lord. So, please your Majesty,
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 :: The want is, but to put
powers in motion, That long to move..
Gym. I thank you ; let's withdraw,
We fear not:
[Exeunt Cymbeline and Lordtá
The heavens stili must work; : Wherein. I'm false, I'm honelt: not true, to be trucu These present wars lhall find I love my country,