Pisanio. Sir, my life is yours, will. I humbly set it at your The day that she was missing, he was here: For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Cym. The time is troublesome; We'll slip you for a season: but our jealousy Enter FIRST Lord. 1 Lord. So please your majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast. Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen! Let's withdraw; And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not [Exeunt CYMBELINE, the Two LORDS, and Pisanio. I heard no letter from my master, since Perplex'd in all. The Heavens still must work : [Exit. SCENE VI. A Forest, near the Cave. IMOGEN and CLOTEN discovered, lying on a Bank strewed with Flowers.-IMOGEN awakes. Imog. 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?- sleep. I have gone all night-Faith, I'll lie down and [Seeing the Body. But, soft! no bedfellow :-O, gods and goddesses! These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't. I hope, a dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures. Good faith, I tremble still with fear: But if there be Pisanio, "Tis thou conspiring with that devil, Cloten, Hast here cut off my lord. Pisanio? How should this be?-Pisanio ? "Tis he; The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious And cordial to me, have I not found it Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home: O, my Enter CAIUS LUCIUS, VARUS, and SOLDIERS. Varus. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, Sienna's brother. Luc. When expect you them? Varus. With the next benefit o' the wind. Makes our hopes fair. Soft, ho! what trunk is here Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime Varus. 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? What's thy interest In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? What art thou? Imog. I am nothing: or if not, Nothing to be were better. This was my master, That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! H Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Thy master in bleeding: Say, thy name, good boy. Imog. Fidele, sir. Luc. Thy name well fits thy faith: Wilt take thy chance with me; I will not say, Go with me. Imog. I'll follow, sir. But, first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep As these poor pick-axes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves, and weeds, I have strew'd 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 So please you, entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth; you, And rather father thee, than master thee.— The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us Boy, he is preferr'd By thee, to us; and he shall be interr'd As soldiers can.-Be cheerful, wipe thine eyes: [As the SOLDIERS are taking up the Body, the ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. The Forest. Drums, Trumpets, &c. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Guid. The noise is round about us. We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us That, which we have done, whose answer would be death, Drawn on with torture. Guid. This is, sir, a doubt, In such a time, nothing becoming you, Nor satisfying us. Arv. It is not likely, That, when they hear the Roman horses neigh, Bel. O, I am known Of many in the army: |