Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll browze | Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in: Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. Bel. Stay; come not in: [Looking in. So far as thou wilt speak it. Gui. Pray, draw near. But that it eats our victuals, I should think your name? Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir. Bel. ACT IV. Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who I am fallen in this offence. Bel. Pr'y thee, fair youth, Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds, By this rude place we live in. Well encountered! 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.— Boys, bid him welcome. Gui. Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty, I bid for you, as I'd buy. Arv. I'll make't my comfort, He is a man; I'll love him as my brother:And such a welcome as I'd give to him, After long absence, such is yours:-Most welcome! Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. Imo. 'Mongst friends! If brothers?-'Would it had been so, that they Had been my father's sons! then had my prize Been less; and so more equal ballasting To thee, Posthumus. Bel. [Aside. He wrings at some distress. Gui. 'Would, I could free't! Arv. Or I; wnate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger! Gods! Imo. Great men, Hark, boys. [Whispering That had a court no bigger than this cave, Bel. (1) In, for into. It shall be so: (2) Unsteady. Cloten. [Exeunt. Enter young, Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean,) the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions 4 yet this imper severant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her father: who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage: but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is tied up safe: Out, sword, and to a sore purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit. SCENE II.-Before the cave. Enter, from the cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen. Bel. You are not well: [To Imogen.] remain here in the cave; So man and man should be; Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. Grow, patience! Enter Cloten. Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain To seem to die, ere sick: So please you leave me ; Bel. Bel. Imo. I wish ye sport. Brother, farewell. You health. So please you, sir. Imo. [Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard! Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court: The imperious2 seas breed monsters; for the dish, I am sick still; heart-sick :-Pisanio, Gui. I could not stir him: I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:-Hence. [Ere. Bel. and Arv. More slavish did I ne'er, than answering Thou art a robber, An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? Thou villain base, Clo. Thou injurious thief, What's thy name? Hear but my name, and tremble. Clo. Cloten, thou villain. Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider, 'Twould move me sooner. Clo. To thy further fear, I'm sorry for't; not seeming Art not afear'd? So worthy as thy birth. Clo. Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wise: At fools I laugh, not fear them. Clo. Enter Belarius and Arviragus. Bel. No company's abroad. Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him, sure. (4) Spurs are the roots of trees. Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour! Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute, 'Twas very Cloten. Arv. In this place we left them: Being scarce made up, Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head. Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse, What hast thou done? Gui. I am perfect,2 what: cut off one Cloten's Son to the queen, after his own report; And set them on Lud's town. We are all undone. : Bel. (As it is like him,) might break out, and swear Arv. 'Would I had done't, So the revenge alone pursued me!-Polydore, And put us to our answer. Bel. Arv. Poor sick Fidele! Not wagging his sweat head: and yet as rough, Gui. Re-enter Guiderius. Where's my brother? heIt did not speak before. All solemn things Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear, Re-enter Arviragus, bearing Imogen as dead in his More perilous than the head. Arv. Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, Let ordinance I had no mind My brother hath done well. Bel. Becomes thee well enough. Bel. arms. Look, here he comes, Arv. Gui. Bel. O, melancholy! (6) Did make my walk tedious. 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. Aro. 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 ruddock3 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-ground4 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.-To the grave. 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: Arv. Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: Together, have one dust; yet reverence Arv. If you'll go fetch him, We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin. [Exit Belarius. Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for't. Arv. Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: To thee the reed is as the oak: Consign to thee, and come to dust. And renowned be thy grave! Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, more: The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, [Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Árviragus. Imo. [Awaking.] 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? I have gone all night :-'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. But, soft! no bedfellow :-O, gods and goddesses! [Seeing the body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't.-I hope, I dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so; I tremble still with fear: But if there be (6) Judgment. (7) Seal the same contract. (8) See W. Collins's song at the end of the Play. (9) This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity. (10) An arrow. (11) A face like Jove's. All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, 'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them 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. Luc. When expect you them? Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind. This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present Thy name? Fidele. 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, So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee.My friends, The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can, And make him with our pikes and partisans A grave: Come, arm him.-Boy, he is preferr'd By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd, Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't-Now, sir, As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes; What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur-Some falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeunt, numbers pose? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision: (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus:- Cap. He is alive, my lord. SCENE III-A room in Cymbeline's palace. A fever with the absence of her son; A madness, of which her life's in danger:-Heavens. When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, Pis. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.-I nothing know where she remains, why gone, Young one, Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your high |