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 [Exeunt. SCENE III.-A Room in CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, and PISANIO. Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her. A fever with the absence of her son; A madness, of which her life's in danger :- When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee Pis. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, I nothing know where she remains, why gone, Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your highness, Hold me your loyal servant. 1 Lord. Good, my liege, The day that she was missing, he was here: I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Cym. The time's troublesome : We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. 1 Lord. So please your majesty, [TO PISANIO. The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, 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: The want is, but to put those powers in motion, 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 Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since [Exeunt. Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : [Exit. 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 For barbarous and unnatural revolts During their use, and slay us after. Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. To the king's party there's no going: newness Of Cloten's death (we being not known, not muster'd VOL. XV. Among the bands) may drive us to a render Where we have lived; and so extort from us That which we've done, whose answer would be death Drawn on with torture. Gui. 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, Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes To know from whence we are. 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; Who find in my exile the want of breeding, 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 it, that I never But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ? Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had To look upon the holy sun, to have Gui. By heavens, I'll go : If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, Arv. So say I; Amen. Bel. No reason I, since on your lives So slight a valuation, should reserve you set 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 seems long; their blood thinks scorn, [Aside. Till it fly out, and show them princes born. [Exeunt. |