I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour, I'd let a parish of such Clotens' blood, And praise myself for charity. [Exit. Bel. O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught; Civility not seen from other; valour, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange What Cloten's being here to us portends; Or what his death will bring us. Answer'd my steps too loud. Gui. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee. Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the rudduck 8 would, With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Without a monument!) bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground 9 thy corse. Gui. Pr'ythee, have done And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt. Arv. Say, where shall's lay him? Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother. Arv. Be't so: And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, As once our mother; use like note, and words, Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. Gui. Cadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee. Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: Together, have one dust; yet reverence, Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing IMOGEN as dead, in (That angel of the world,) doth make distinction 8 The red-breast. 9 Probably a corrupt reading, for, wither round thy corse. Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The scepter, learning, physick, must All follow this, and come to dust. Gui. Fear no more the lightning flash, And renowned be thy grave! Re-enter BELARIUS, with the Body of CLOTEN. Gui. We have done our obsequies: Come, lay him down. faces: You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.— Come on, away: apart, upon our knees. The ground, that gave them first, has them again; Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. [Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Imo. [Awaking.] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way? 1 Pray, how far I thank you. faith, Good I tremble still with fear: But if there be sanio, Pi All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, 3 An arrow. ! Judgment. 2 Seal the same contract. 4 A face like Jove's. 5 Lawless, licentious. The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious Enter LUCIUS, a Captain, and other Officers, and a Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the sea: attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are here in readiness. Luc. But what from Rome? Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits That promise noble service: and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Sienna's brother. Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't. Now, sir, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur pose? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision: (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus : I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spongy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends, (Unless my sins abuse my divination,) Success to the Roman host. Luc. Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep And on it said a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; Ay, good youth; The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us 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 :- How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, Pis. Sir, my life is yours: 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 We grieve at chances here. Away. [Exeunt. Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings; Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work: Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true. These present wars shall find I love my country, Even to the note ' o'the king, or I'll fall in them. All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd. SCENE IV. [Exit. Before the Cave. We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Gui. Arv. 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 8 Confounded by a variety of business. 9 Encounter. • Noticing us. Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones, But, Among the Italian gentry, and to fight SCENE II. The same. Enter, at one side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman HUMUS; he vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him. Iach. 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, borne 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; CYMBELINE is taken then enter to his rescue, BELArius, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but Gui. Arv. Stand, stand, and fight! Enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons. They rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then, enter LUCIUS, LACHIMO, and IMOGEN. Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself: For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such As war were hood-wink'd. Iach. 'Tis their fresh supplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely or betimes Let's reinforce, or fly. [Exeunt. SCENE III. I did. Another Part of the Field. Enter POSTHUMUS and a British Lord. Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand? Post. I did: Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. Lord. Post. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, But that the heavens fought: The king himself Of his wings destitute, the army broken, And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Through a strait lane; the enemy full-hearted, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling 7 Clown. . Merely through fear; that the strait path was damm'd 8 With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier, — So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may save, But to look back in frown: stand, stand. - These three, Three thousand confident, in act as many, coward But by example (O, a sin in war, The way that they did, and to grin like lions A stop i' the chaser, a retire; anon, The life o' the need; having found the back-door open Lord. 'Lack, to what end? Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend: For if he'll do, as he is made to do, I know, he'll quickly fly my friendship too. Farewell, you are angry. [Exit. Post. Still going? - This is a lord! O noble misery! To be i' the field, and ask, what news of me! And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charm'd, Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Nor feel him, where he struck: Being an ugly monster, 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, For being now a favourer to the Roman, Enter two British Captains, and Soldiers. 1 Cap. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is taken: 'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels. 2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, That gave the affront with them. 1 Cap. So 'tis reported: But none of them can be found. - Stand! who is there? 1 Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you have locks upon you; So, graze, as you find pasture. 2 Gaol. Ay, or a stomach. [Exeunt Gaolers. Post. Most welcome bondage! for thou art a way, I think, to liberty: Yet am I better Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur'd By the sure physician, death; who is the key To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art fetter'd More than my shanks, and wrists: You good gods, give me The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt, |