Behind our rock, and let it to the sea, Arr. Stark, as you see: And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten: Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, [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, Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head and yet as rough, That an invisible instinct should frame them Re-enter GUIDERIUS. Gui. Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, Bel. My ingenious instrument! Gui. Is he at home? Bel. He went hence even now. cheek Reposing on a cushion. Gui. Where ? Arv. O'the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought he slept; and put My clouted brogues + from off my feet, whose rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud. Gui. Why, he but sleeps. If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veius; no, uor With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming none I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: Art. 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: Gui. What does he mean? since death of my And, though he came our enemy, remember, 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, Arv. The bird is dead, That we have made so much on. I had rather Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, To have turn'd my leaping time into a crutch, Than have seen this. Gui. O sweetest, fairest lily! My brother wears thee not the one half so well, As when thou grew'st thyself. Bel. O melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare Might easiliest harbour in ?-Thon blessed thing! Jove knows what man thou might'st have made! but 1, Thou diedst a most rare boy of metancholy !— How found you him? The red-prenst ing, for, wither round thy corse. Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great, To thee the reed is as the oak: Gui. Fear no more the lightning flash, 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 mid- You were as flowers, now wither'd even so strew. Come on, away: apart upon our knees. Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. Imo. [Awaking.] Yes, Sir, to Milford-Haven; I thank you. By you bush ?- Pray, how far 'Ods pittikins! --can it be six miles yet? This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!- Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, Luc. But what from Rome ? Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, Luc. When expect you them? Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind. Makes our hopes fair. Command our present Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a (I fast, and pray'd for their intelligence,) I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd (Unless my sins abuse my divination,) But, soft! no bedfellow :-O gods and god-Success to the Roman host. desses ! [Seeing the Body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't.-I hope, dream: For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so; 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of fumes: eyes Our very Luc. Dream often so, And never false.-Soft, hoi what trunk is here, time It was a worthy building.-How! a page!- Cap. He is alive, my lord. Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.-- Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? : Imo. I am nothing or if not, That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, Luc. 'Lack, good youth than 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 ? [Aside. 1. e. Tis a ready, apposite conclusion. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep And on it said a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh; Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee.- The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd, As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes : [Exeunt. SCENE III-A Room in CYM BELINE'S Enter CYMBELINE, LORDS, and PISANIO. A fever with the absence of her son; A madness, of which her life's in danger These present wars shall find I love my country, All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: SCENE IV.-Before the Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to From action and adventure? Gui. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us ? this way, the Romans Bel. Sons, 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 How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, When fearful wars point at me, her son gone, past For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Cym. The time's troublesome : We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy 1 Lord. So please your majesty, be death Better to cause to be. Pray, Sir, to the army : Arv. By this sun that shines, I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Cym. Now for the counsel of my son and Never bestrid a horse, save one that had queen! A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel 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 them- Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; The lane is guarded, nothing routs us, but Gui. Arv. Stand, stand, and fight! Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself: For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such As war were hood-wink'd. Iach. 'Tis their fresh supplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes Let's re-enforce or fly. [Exeunt. SCENE III.—Another Part of the Field. Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. never Among the Italian gentry, and to fight Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me Lord. I did. He with two striplings, (lads more like to run The country base, than to commit such slaughter; With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer Or we are Romans, and will give you that But by example (O a sin in war, Damn'd in the first beginners!) 'gan to look The way that they did, and to grin like lions pon the pikes o'the hunters. Then began 4 stop i'the chaser, a retire; anon, A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith they fly thickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves, [cowards The strides they victors made: and now our 'Like fragments in hard voyages,) became The life o'the need; having found the back-door [wound! open Of the ungaurded hearts, Heavens, how they Some, slain before; some, dying; some, their friends O'erborne i'the former wave: ten, chas'd by one. Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty: Those, that would die or ere resist, are grown The mortal bugs o'the field. Lord. This was strange chance: A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys! made are Rather to wonder at the things you hear, Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend: I know, he'll quickly fly my friendship too. Lord. Farewell, you are angry. misery! [Exit. O noble To be the i'the field, and ask, what news, of me! To-day, how many would have given their find him: For being now a favourer to the Roman, Enter two British CAPTAINS, and Soldiers. 'Tis thought, the old man and his 2 Cap. There was a fourth man, That gave the affront+ with them. 1 Cap. So 'tis reported: Lucius is [angels. sons were in a silly [habit, But none of them can be found.-Stand! who is there? MUS to CYMBELINE, who delivers him over to a JAILER after which, all go out. SCENE IV.-A Prison. Enter POSTHUMUS, and two JAILERS. 1 Jail. You shall not now be stolen, you have looks upon you; So graze as you find pasture. I 2 Jail. Ay, or a stomach. [Exeunt JAILERS. Post. Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a way, think to liberty: Yet am I better Than one that's sick o'the gout: since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur'd By the sure physcian, death; who is the key To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art fetter'd More than my shanks and wrists: You good gods, give me The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt, I know you are more clement than vile men powers, [He sleeps. Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: Sici. No more, thou thunder master show With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, Rates and revenges. Hath my poor boy done aught but well, I died, whilst in the womb he stay'd Whose father then (as men report, Thou orphans' father art,) Thou should'st have been, and shielded him That from me was Posthumus ript, Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry, That he deserv'd the praise o' the world As great Sicilius' heir. 1 Bro. When once he was mature for man, In Britain where was he |