Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, Gui. Pr'ythee, have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that And not protract with admiration what Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother. Arv. Be't so: And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, Gui. Cadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: Arv. We'll speak it then. Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: And, though he came our enemy, remember, He was paid for that: though mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust; yet reverence, (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Pray you, fetch him hither. Gui. When neither are alive. Arv. If you'll go fetch him, [Exit Belarius. We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin. Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for❜t. Arv. 'Tis true. Gui. Come on then, and remove him. Arv. SONG. So,-Begin. Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan. Consign to thee, and come to dust. Gui. No cxorciser harm thee! And renowned be thy grave? Re-enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten. Gut. 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:- The ground, that gave them first, has them again: [Exeunt Bel. Gui, and Arv. Imo. [Awaking.] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the way? I thank you.-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 sleep. And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so; Itremble still with fear: But if there be As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it! Hath with his forged letters,-damn'd Pisanio- Struck the main top!-O, Posthumus! alas, Where is thy head? where's that? Ah me! where's that? Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio? Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home: That we the horrider may seem to those Which chance to find us: O, my lord, my lord! Enter Lucius, a Captain, and other Officers, 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 here in readiness. Luc. But what from Rome? Sienna's brother. Luc. When expect you them? Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind. Lue. This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present num. bers Be master'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, sir, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision : I fast, and pray'd. for their intelligence,) Thus: I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd Success to the Roman host. Luc. Dream often so, And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is here, With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.- Cap. He is alive, my lord. Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.-Young one, Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, They crave to be demanded: Who is this, Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he, That, otherwise than noble nature did, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest Imo. I am nothing: or if not, That here by mountaineers lies slain:-Alas! Try many, all good, serve truly, never Find such another master. Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Luc. Tby name? |