In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? That here by mountaineers lies slain. - Alas! Try many, all good, serve truly, never Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Thy master in bleeding. Say his name, good friend. They 'll pardon. - Say you, Sir? Luc. Imo. Thy name? Fidele, Sir. Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same : Imo. I'll follow, Sir. But first, an 't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep As these poor pickaxes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strewed his grave, And on it said a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; And, leaving so his service, follow you, So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth; My friends, And rather father thee, than master thee. And make him with our pikes and partisans A grave: come, arm him. Boy, he is preferr'd As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: SCENE III. A Room in CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, and PISANIO. Cym. Again; and bring me word how 't is with her. A madness, of which her life 's in danger. - Heavens, When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress, Hold me your loyal servant. 1 Lord. Good my liege, The day that she was missing he was here: All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten, Cym. [Exeunt. The time is troublesome: We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. [TO PISANIO. The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Of Roman gentlemen by the senate sent. Cym. Now for the counsel of my son and queen! I am amaz'd with matter. 1 Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of: come more, for more you 're ready. That long to move. 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! Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since Perplex'd in all: the heavens still must work. Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true: SCENE IV. Before the Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Gui. The noise is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure? Gui. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way the Romans Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us [Exeunt. [Exit. For barbarous and unnatural revolts Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, That they will waste their time upon our note, Bel. O! I am known Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance: and, besides, the king Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves, Gui. Than be so, Better to cease to be. Pray, Sir, to the army: Arv. By this sun that shines, I'll thither: what thing is 't, that I never But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison? To look upon the holy sun, to have Gui. If you will bless me, Sir, By heavens, I'll go. 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. Bel. No reason I, since of your lives you set So slight a valuation, should reserve 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. [Aside.] The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn, Till it fly out, and show them princes born. ACT V. SCENE I. A Field between the British and Roman Camps. [Exeunt. Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody Handkerchief. |