Luc. He'll then inftruct us of this body. Young one, Inform us of thy fortunes, for, it feems, They crave to be demanded: who is this, Thou mak'ft thy bloody pillow? who was he, That, otherwife than noble Nature did, Hath alter'd that good picture? what's thy interest In this fad wreck? how came it, and who is it? What art thou? Imo. I am nothing; or if not, Nothing to be, were better. This was my mafter, A very valiant Briton, and a good, That here by mountaineers lies flain: alas! Find fuch another master. Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov't no lefs with thy complaining, than Thy mufler in bleeding: fay his name, good friend. Imo. Richard du Camp. If I do lie, and do No harm by it, though the Gods hear, I hope, [Afide. They'll pardon it. Say you, Sir? Luc. Thy name? Imo. Fidele, Sir. Luc. Thou doft approve thyfelf the very fame; Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not fay Thou fhalt be fo well mafter'd, but, be fure, No lefs belov'd. The Roman Emperor's letters, Sent by a Conful to me, fhould no fooner, Than thine own worth, prefer thee: go with me. Imo. I'll follow, Sir. But firft, an't pleafe the Gods, I'll hide my mafter from the flies as deep As thefe poor pickaxes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' ftrew'd his Grave, And on it faid a century of pray'rs, (Such (Such as I can.) twice o'er, I'll weep and figh; Luc. Ay, good youth, And rather father thee, than mafter thee, The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us A's foldiers can. Be chearful, wipe thine eyes : Some Falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeunt. Changes to Cymbeline's Palace. Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio. Cym. AGAIN; and bring me word, how 'tis A fever with the abfence of her fon; Madness, of which her life's in danger; heav'ns! When fearful wars point at me! her fon gone, Pif. Sir, my life is yours, I fet it at your will: but, for my miftrefs, I nothing know where the remains; why, gone; Highness, Hold me your loyal fervant. Befeech your R 5 Lord. Lord. Good my liege, The day that he was miffing, he was here; Cym. The time is troublesome; We'll flip you for a feafon, but our jealousy Lord. So please your Majesty, The Roman Legions, all from Gallia drawn, Cym. Now for the counsel of my Son and Queen!I am amaz'd with matter. Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of. - you're ready; Come more, for more The want is, but to put thefe Powers in motion, We fear not Cym. I thank you; let's withdraw, We grieve at chances here.-Away.- [Exeunt. Perplext in all. The heavens ftill muft work; Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. OHE noife is round about us. Guid.TH Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure ? Guid. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way the Romans Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains, there fecure us. Where we have liv'd and fo extort from us : That which we've done, whose answer would be death Drawn on with torture. Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt (In such a time) nothing becoming you, Nor fatisfying us. Arv. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, * Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes That they will wafte their time upon our note Bel. Oh, I am known Of many in the army; many years, -have both their eyes And ears fo cloy'd importantly as now.] There is no Doubt, but our Islanders would be thoroughly cloy'd of the Sight and Noife of a terrible and powerful Invader. Shahefpear without Doubt wrote, -fo 'ploy'd importantly as now. i. e. employ'd or taken up with Things of fuch Importance. Warb. Though Though Cloten then but young, (you fee,) not wore him Guid. Than be fo, Better to ceafe to be. Pray, Sir, to th' army; Aru. By this Sun that fhines, I'll thither; what thing is it, that I never A rider like myfelf who ne'er wore rowel, Guid. By heav'ns, I'll go ; If you will blefs me, Sir, and give me leave, will not, The hazard therefore due fall on me, by Aru. So fay I, Amen. Bel. No reafon I (fince of your lives you fet So flight a valuation) fhould reserve 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 feems long: their blood thinks fcorn 'Till it fly out, and fhew them Princes born. [Exeunt. ACT |