And make him with our pikes and partizans

A Grave. Come, (4) arm him. Boy, he is preferr'd By thee to us, and he fhall be interr'd

As foldiers can. Be chearful, wipe thine eyes:

Some Falls are means the happier to arise.

Cym.

SCENE VIII.

(5) Changes to Cymbeline's Palace.

[Exeunt;

Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio.

A Gain; and bring me word, how 'tis with

A

her.

A fever with the abfence of her fon

Madness, of which her life 's in danger; heavens !
How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone! My Queen.
Upon a defperate bed, and in a time

When fearful wars point at me! Her fon gone,
So needful for this prefent. It ftrikes me, past
The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,
Who needs muft know of her departure, and
Doft feem fo ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a fharp torture.

Pif. Sir, my life is yours,

I humbly fet it at your will; but, for my miftrefs,
I nothing know where the remains; why, gone;"
Nor when the purpofes Return. 'Befeech your High-
nefs,

Hold me your loyal fervant.

Lord. Good my Liege,

The day that she was miffing, he was here;
I dare be bound he's true, and fhall perform
All parts of his fubjection loyally. For Cloten,

(4)

arms.

-arm him.] That is, Take him up in your

HANMER.

(5) Changes to Cymbeline's Palace.] This fcene is omitted against all authority by Sir T. Hanmer. It is indeed of no great ufe in the progrefs of the fable, yet it makes a regular preparation for the next a.

There

There wants no diligence in feeking him,
And will no doubt be found.

Cym. The time is troublesome,

We'll flip you for a feafon, but (6) our jealoufy

Does yet depend.

Lord. So please your Majefty,

[To Pifanio.

The Roman Legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coaft, with a supply
Of Roman Gentlemen, by the Senate fent.

Cym. Now for the counsel of my Son and Queen !I am amaz'd with matter.

Lord. Good my Liege,

(7) Your preparation can affront no less

Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready;

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

We fear not

Cym. I thank you. Let's withdraw,
And meet the time, as it feeks us.
What can from Italy annoy us, but
We grieve at chances here.

Away. [Exeunt.
Pif. I heard no letter from my mafter, fince
I wrote him, Imogen was flain. "Tis ftrange;
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
To yield me often tidings. Neither know I,
What is betid to Cloten; but remain

Perplext in all. The heavens ftill muft work. Wherein I'm falfe, I'm honeft; not true, to be true. These prefent wars fhall find, I love my Country, Ev'n (8) to the note o' th' King, or I'll fall in them. All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd; Fortune brings in fome boats, that are not steer'd.

(6)our jealoufy

[Exit

Does not depend. My fufpicion is yet undetermined; if I do not condemn you, I likewise have not acquitted you. We now fay, the caufe is depending.

(7) Your preparation, &c.] Your forces are able to face fuch an army as we hear the enemy will bring against us.

(8)

to the note o' th' King,] I will fo diftinguish my

felf, that the King fhall remark my valour.

SCENE

To know from whence we are.

Bel. Oh, I am known

Of many in the army; many years,

Though Cloten then but young, you fee, not wore him
From my remembrance. And, befides the King
Hath not deferv'd my fervice, nor your loves,
Who find in my exile the want of breeding;
The certainty of this hard life, aye, hopeless
To have the courtefy your cradle promis'd;
But to be ftill hot fummer's tanlings, and
The fhrinking flaves of winter.

Guid. Than be fo,

Better to cease to be. Pray, Sir, to th' army;
I and my brother are not known; yourself
So out of thought, and thereto fo o'er-grown,
Cannot be queftion'd.

Arv. By this Sun that shines,

I'll thither; what thing is it, that I never
Did fee man die, fcarce ever look'd on blood,
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venifon,
Never beftrid a horfe fave one, that had

A rider like myfelf who ne'er wore rowel,
Nor iron on his heel? I am afham'd

To look upon the holy Sun, to have
The benefit of his best beams, remaining
So long a poor unknown.

Guid. By heav'ns, I'll
il go;

If you will blefs me, Sir, and give me leave,
I'll take the better care; but if you will not,
The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
The hands of Romans!

Arv. So fay I, Amen.

Bel. No reafon I, fince of your lives you fet
So flight a valuation, fhould referve

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 feems long: their blood thinks

fcorn

[Afide

Till it fly out, and fhew them Princes born. [Exeunt.