Hence. Gui. He is but one: You and my brother What companies are near: pray you, away; [Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS. More slavish did I ne'er, than answering Clo. Thou art a robber, A law-breaker, a villain: Yield thee, thief. An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? Clo. Thou villain base, Know'st me not by my clothes? I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, 'Twould move me sooner. Clo. To thy further fear, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know Gui. I'm sorry for't; not seeming So worthy as thy birth. Clo. Art not afeard? Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; At fools I laugh, not fear thera When I have slain thee with my proper hand, Yield, rustic mountaineer. [Exeunt, fighting. Bel. No company's abroad. Art. None in the world: You did mistake him, sure. Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him, [favour But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, [solute, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am ab 'Twas very Cloten. Arv. In this place we left them: I wish my brother make good time with him, Bel. Being scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with CLOTEN'S Head. Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty There was no money in't: not Hercules With his own single hand he'd take us in,t And set them on Lud's town. Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to But, that he swore, to take our lives? The law Protects not us: Then why should we be ten der, Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes, To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; Which, as it seems, make thee. Clo. Thou precious varlet, My tailor made them not. Play judge, and executioner, all himself; Bel. No single soul Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason, He must have some attendants. Though his | Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion humour Was nothing but mutation;* ay, and that (As it is like him,) might break out, and swear Art. Let ordinance Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, My brother hath done well. Bel. I had no mind [fear, To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness Did make my way long forth.t Gui. With his own sword, [ta'en Which he did wave against my throat, I have His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek Behind our rock; and let it to the sea, [ten: And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, CloThat's all I reck.‡ [Exit. Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd: 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done't! though valour Becomes thee well enough. Arv. 'Would I had done't, So the revenge alone pursued me!-Polydore, I love thee brotherly; but envy much, Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, revenges, That possible strength might meet, would seek us through, And put us to our answer. [ger We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danWhere there's no profit. I pr'ythee, to our rock; You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay Arv. Poor sick Fidele! I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour, Bel. O thou goddess, [Exit. Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st That an invisible instinct should frame them Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! Gui. Is he at home? Bel. He went hence even now. Gui. What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother It did not speak before. All solemn things Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing IMOGEN, as dead, in his Arms. Bel. Look, here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Art. The bird is dead, Gui. Where? Arv. O'the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept; and put [rudeness My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose Answer'd my steps too loud. Gui. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee. Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming Gui. Pr'ythee, have done; And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, * Trifles. A slow-sailing, unwieldy vessel. + Sta As once our mother; use like note, and words, Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. Gui. Cadwal, [thee. I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with Arr. We'll speak it then. Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: tion Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive. Are. If you'll go fetch him We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, be- My father hath a reason for't. Are. 'Tis true. Gui. Come on then, and remove him. SONG. Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great, To thee the reed is as the oak: Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: Consign to thee, and come to dust. Gui. No exorciser harm thee! And renowned be thy grave! Re-enter BELARIUS, with the Body of CLOTEN. Gui. We have done our obsequies: Come, lay him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers, but about midnight more: [night, The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-Upon their faces: You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so strew. [Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Imo. [Awaking.] Yes, Sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the way? I thank you. By yon bush?-Pray, how far 'Ods pittikins!*-can it be six miles yet? But, soft! no bedfellow :-0. gods, and god- [dream; Are sometimes like our judgements, blind. I tremble still with fear: But if there be I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; Be henceforth treacherous !-Damn'd Pisanio From this most bravest vessel of the world where's that? Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, 'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them home: This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!- Enter LUCIUS, a CAPTAIN, and other OFFICERS, Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in GalAfter your will, have cross'd the sea: attendlia, [ing You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are here in readiness. Luc. But what from Rome? Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity. Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Sienna's brother. Luc. When expect you them? Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present numbers [Sir, Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision: [Thus:(I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spongy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends, (Unless my sins abuse my divination,) Success to the Roman host. Luc. Dream often so, [here, And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is Without his top? The ruin speaks, that some time It was a worthy building.-How! a page!Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather: For nature doth abhor to make his bed With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.Let's see the boy's face. Cup. He is alive, my lord. Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body. Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, interest In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? What art thou? Imo. I am nothing: or if not, From east to occident, cry out for service, Luc. 'Lack, good youth! [than Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining: Thy master in bleeding: Say his name, good friend. Imo. Richard du Champ.-If I do lie, and do No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope They'll pardon it.-Say you, Sir? Luc. Thy name? Imo. Fidele. same: [Aside. Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very [naine. Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy 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 let ters, Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with Some falls are means the happier to arise. SCENE III-A Room in CYMBELINE'S Enter CYMBELINE, LORDS, and PISANIO. Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her. A fever with the absence of her son; How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, So needful for this present: It strikes me, I humbly set it at your will: But, for my misI nothing know where she remains, why gone, Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your Hold me your loyal servant. [highness, 1 Lord. Good my liege, The day that she was missing, he was here: There wants no diligence in seeking him, We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy I am amaz'd with matter.* 1 Lord. Good my liege, Than what you hear of: come more, for more Your preparation can affront no less you're ready: The want is, but to put those powers; in moThat long to move. [tion, 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. Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings; Neither know I * Confounded by a variety of business. + Encounter. + Forces 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. [try, These present wars shall find I love my counEven 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. SCENE IV.-Before the Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Gui. The noise is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. Aro. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody Handkerchief. lock it From action and adventure? Gui. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Among the bands) may drive us to a render Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us That which we have done, whose answer would be death Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd [ones, Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married If each of you would take this course, how many [selves, Must murder wives much better than themFor wrying but a little ?-O, Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands: Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I No bond, but to do just ones.-Gods! if you never hither Had liv'd to put on this: so had you sav'd SCENE II.-The same. Enter at one side, Lucius, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army; at the other side, the British Army; LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following it, like a poor Soldier. They march over, and go out. Alarums. Then enter again in skirmish, IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS: he vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him. Iach. This heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, The princess of this country, and the air on't Revengingly enfeebles me; Or could this cari,t A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me, In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne |