And on it said a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee.- The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us SCENE III. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. [Exeunt. -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:-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, Good my liege, 1 Lord. For Cloten,-- There wants no diligence in seeking him, Cym. The time 's troublesome; We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy [To Pis. Does yet depend. 1 Lord. So please your majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast; with a supply 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: The want is, but to put those powers in motion, That long to move. [Exeunt. Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work: 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 During their use, and slay us after. Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Where we have liv'd; 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, 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 Who find in my exile the want of breeding, Gui. By this sun that shines,. I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Did see man die? scarce ever look'd on blood, A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel To look upon the holy sun, to have Gui. Arv. So say I; Amen. Bel. No reason I, since on your lives So slight a valuation, should reserve you set you; My crack'd one to more care. Have with hovs: If in your country wars you chanc'd to die, That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie: Lead, lead. The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn, Till it fly out, and show them princes born. ACT V..... SCENE I. [Aside. [Exeunt. A Field between the British and Roman Camps. Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody Handkerchief. Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones, If each of you would take this course, how many Must murder wives much better than themselves, For wrying but a little?-O, Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands: Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack, You snatch from hence for little faults; that 's love, Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough Mvself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know SCENE II. The same. [Exit. Enter at one Side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army; at the other Side, the British Army; LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following it, like a poor Soldier. They march over, and go out. Alarums. Then enter again in Skirmish, IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS: he vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him. Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom |