So needful for this present: It strikes me, past Pisanio. Sir, my life is yours: I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, 'Beseech your highness, Good my liege, 1 Lord. For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Cymbeline. The time 's troublesome: [TO PISANIO. We'll slip you for a season: but our jealousy Does yet depend. 1 Lord. So please your majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast; with a supply Cymbeline. Now for the counsel of my son and queen !— I am amaz'd with matter.8 1 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 those powers in motion, That long to move. Cymbeline. I thank you: Let's withdraw: We fear not [Exeunt. We grieve at chances here.-Away. Pisanio. I heard no letter from my master, since • Confounded by a variety of business. 9 Encounter. I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange: Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : SCENE IV. Before the Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Guiderius. The noise is round about us. Belarius. [Exit. Let us from it. Arviragus. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure? Guiderius. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans During their use, and slay us after. Belarius. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us That which we've done, whose answer would be death Drawn on with torture. Guiderius. This is, sir, a doubt, In such a time, nothing becoming you, Nor satisfying us. Arviragus. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes 1 Notice. 2 Revolters. 3 An account. That they will waste their time upon our note,1 Belarius. O, I am known Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him Guiderius. Than be so, Arviragus. By this sun that shines, I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Did see man die? scarce ever look'd on blood, But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison? A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel To look upon the holy sun, to have The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining If Guiderius. By heavens, I'll go: you will bless 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! Arviragus. So say I; Amen. Belarius. No reason I, since on your lives So slight a valuation, should reserve My crack'd one to more care. you set Have with you, boys: If in your country wars you chance to die, Noticing us. Lead, lead.—The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn, Till it fly out, and show them princes born. [Aside. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-A Field between the BRITISH and ROMAN Camps. Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody Handkerchief. Posthumus. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones, Every good servant does not all commands: But, alack, You snatch some hence for little faults: that's love, But Imogen is your own: Do your best wills, And make me bless'd to obey!-I am brought hither Among the Italian gentry, and to fight Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace! 5 Deviating from the right way. 6 Incite, instigate, Is, every breath, a death: and thus, unknown, SCENE II. The Same. [Exit. 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. Iachimo. The 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 carl,7 A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, bornc As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. If that thy gentry, Britain, go before This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods. [Exit. The Battle continues, the BRITONS fly; CYMBELINĖ is taken: then enter to his rescue, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Belarius. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but The villainy of our fears. Guiderius, Arviragus. Stand, stand, and fight! 7 Clown. |