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in the cave;
I bid for yon, as I'd buy.
my body are as well drawn, as his ; no less young, Arv. I'll make't my comfort,
more strong, not beneath, him in fortunes, beyond Ile is a man; I'll love him as my brother: - him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, And such a welcome, as I'd give to him,
alike conversant in general services, and more reAfter long absence, such as yours. Most welcome! markable in single oppositions: yet this imperseveBe sprightly, for you fall ’mongst friends. rant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality Imo. 'Mongst friends!
is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon If brothers ? — 'Would it had been so,
thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off'; thy
mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before Ilad been my father's sons? then had Aside. thy face; and all this done, spuro her home to her my prize
father: who may, haply, be a little angry for my so Been less; and so more equal ballasting
rough usage: but my mother, having power of his To thee, Posthumus.
testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. Bel. He wrings at some distress.
My horse is tied up safe. Out, sword, and to a sore Gui. 'Would, I could free't!
purpose! Fortune put them into my 'hand! This is Arv. Or I; whate'er it be,
the very description of their meeting-place; and What pain it cost, wliat danger! Gods!
the fellow dares not deceive me.
(Exit. Bel. Hark, boys!
SCENE II. – Before the cave.
RAGUS, and Imogen.
[To Imogen. Since Leonatus' false.
Are we not brothers ?
Imo. So man and man should be;
Gui. Go you to hunting. I'll abide with him.
Imo. So sick I am not; - yet I am not well:
But not so citizen a wapton, as
Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom Imo. Thanks, sir!
Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me Arv. I pray, draw near!
[Exeunt. Cannot amend me. Society is po comfort
To one not sociable; I'm not very sick,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here;
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, 1 Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ:
Stealing so poorly.
Gui. I love thee; I have spoke it:
How much the quantity, the weight as mach,
Bel. What? how ? how ?
Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault: I know not why
I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love's reason's without reason; the bier at door,
And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say,
My father, not this youth.
Bel, O noble strain !
O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!
Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: 1 Sen. With those legions
Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace.
I am not their father; yet who this should be,
'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn.
Arv. Brother, farewell!
Arv. You, health !-So please you, sir !
Inno. [ Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods,
what lies I have heard !
Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court :
Experience, o, thou disprov'st report!
2 Sen. Ay.
Bel. To the field, to the field !
Nay, to thy more coufusion, thou shalt kaow
Gui. I'm sorry fort; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth. For you must be our housewife.
Clo. Art not afear'd? Imo. Well, or ill,
Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the rise :
At fools I laugh, not fear them.
l'll follow those that even now fled hence, Arv. How angel-like he sings!
And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads: Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in Yield, rustic mountaineer! (Exeunt fighting characters;
Enter Belarius and ARVIRACUS,
Arv. None in the world: you did mistake him, sure!
Bel. I cannot tell. Long is it since I saw him, A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh
But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour, Was that it was, for not being such a smile; Which then he wcre; the snatches in his voice, The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly Aud burst oft speakivg, were as his: I am absolute From so divine a temple, to commis
'Twas very Cloten. With winds, shat sailors rail at.
Arv. In this place we left them:
I wish my brother make good time with him,
Bel. Being scarce made up,
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension And let the stinking elder, grief, antwine
Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment
Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse,
There was no money in't: not Hercules
Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
My head, as I do his. Mears he not us? I partly know him ; 'tis
Bel. What hast thou done?
Son to the queen, after his own report;
Gui. He is but one. You and my brother search With his own single hand he'd take us in,
Bel, We are all undone. That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers ?
Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, I have heard of such. - What slave art thou? But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law Gui. A thing
Protects not us. Then why should we be tender, More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; A slave without a knock.
Play judge, and executioner, all himself; Clo. Thou art a robber,
For we do fear the law? What company A law-breaker, a villain! Yield thee, thief!
abroad? Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou ? Have Bel. No single soul not I
Can we set eye on; but, in all safe reason, An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
He must have some attendants. Though his humour Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not Why I should yield to thee
Absolute madness could so far have ravid, Clo. Thou villain base,
To bring him here alone! Although, perhaps, Know'st me not by my clothes ?
It may be heard at court, that such as we Gui. No, nor thy tailor, rascal!
Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,
May make some stronger head: the which he hearing
. Which, as it seems, make thee.
(As it is like him,) might break out, and swear Clo. Thou precious varlet,
He'd fetch us in ; yet is't not probable
To come alone, either he so undertaking,
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear,
More perilous than the head.
Arv. Let ordinance
Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er,
My brother had done well.
Bel. I had no mind
Gui. With his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'er
His head from him. I'll throw it into the creek Might easiliest harbour in?- Thon blessed thing!
jove knows what man thou might'st have made; but I, And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten : Thou dieu'st, a most rare boy, of melancholy:That's all I reck.
(Exit. How found you him? Bel. I fear 'twill be revengd: :
Arv. Stark, as you see. 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done?! though va- Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, lour
Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right check
Reposing on a cushion.
flis arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept : and pat
Gui. Why, he but sleeps:
If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;
With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,
Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,
The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; vor Arv. Poor sick Fidele!
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 ruddock would,
(Exit. With charitable bill (o bill, sore-shaming
Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie
To winter-ground thy corse!
Arv. Say, where shall's lay him?
Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother.
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.
(Solemn music. Than priests and fanes that lie.
Art. We'll speak it then.
Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less ; for Cloten
And, though he came our enemy, remember,
He was paid for that: thongh mean and mighty, rotting
(That angel of the world,) doth make distinction
Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither.!
Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,
Arv. If you'll go fetch him,
We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin!
(Lx'it Belarilis; Of what we blame him for!
Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east.
My father hath a reason for’t.
Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hasi dona,
Ilome art gone, and ta'en thy wages :
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to ditst.
A SU A SO
Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great, Give colour to my pale check with thy blood,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; That we the horrider may seem to those
Which chance to find us; 0, my lord, my lord!
Enter Lucius, a Captain, and other Officers, and
a Soothsayer. All follow this, and come to dust.
Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia
A Gai. Fear no more the lightning flash, After your will, have cross'd the sea: attending
M Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; You here at Milford-Ilaven, with your ships :
T Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash: They are here in readiness.
F Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan; Luc. But what from Rome?
A Both. All lovers young, all lovers must
Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the cónfiners
А Consign to thee, and come to dust. And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits,
A Gai. No exorciser harm thee!
That promise noble service; and they come
Sienna's brother. Arv.. Nothing ill come near thee!
Luc. When expect you them?
Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind.
Luc. This forwardness
Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers Re-enter Belarus, with the body of Cloter. Be musterd; bid the captains look to't.- Now,sir
, Gui. We have done our obsequies. Come lay him What have you dream'd, of late,of this war's purpose? down.
Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision:
:- From the spongy south to this part of the west,
Success to the Roman host.
[Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime Imo. (Awaking.) Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven! Which It was a worthy building. - How! a page! --is the the way?
Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather:
(Seeing the body. Luc.He'll then instruct us of this body.—Young one,
Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he, And cook to honest creatures : but 'tis not so; That, otherwise than noble nature did, "Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith, What art thou? I tremble still with fear: but if there be
Imo. I am nothing: or if not,
A very valiant Briton, and a good,
Find such another master.
' no less with thy complaining, than All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, Thy master in bleeding. Say his name, good friend! And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou, Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do Conspir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten, No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope (Aside. Hast here cut off my lord. - To write, and read, They'll pardon it. Say you, sir ? Be henceforth treacherous !-Damn’d Pisanio Luc. Thy name? Hath with his forged letters,— damn'd Pisanio Imo. Fidele, From this most bravest vessel of the world
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: Strack the main-top!-0 Posthumus! alas,
Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name. Where is thy head? where's that? Ah me! where's Wilt take thay chance with me? I will not say, that?
Thou shalt be so well master'd; but be sure, Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, And left this head on.- How should this be? Pisanio? Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner. 'Tis , Have laid this woe here. 0, 'tis pregnant, pregnant! Imo. I'll follow, "sir! But first, an't please the gods
Than thine own worth prefer thee. Go with me The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious I'll hide my master from the flies
, as deep And cordial to me, have I not found it
As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have stren'!
And on it said a century of prayers,
Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer’d. Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh,
[Erit. And, leaving so his service, follow you,
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
We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. SCENE III. - A room in CYMBELINE's palace.
To the king's party there's no going : newness Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio.
of Cloten's death (we being not known, not muster'd
Where we have liv’d; and so extort from us
In such a time, nothing becoming you,
Arv. It is not likely,
That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes
And ears so cloy'd importantly as now,
That they will waste their time upon our note,
To know from whence we are.
Bel. O, I am known
Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him
From my remembrance. And, besides, the king 1 Lord. Good my liege,
Hath not desery'd my service, nor your loves ;
To have the courtesy your cradle promis’d,
But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and
The shrinking slaves of winter.
Gui. Than be
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army!
(To Pisanio. So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
Cannot be question’d.
Arv. 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,
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ?
Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had
A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd
To look upon the holy sun, to have
So long a poor unknown.
Gui. By heavens, I'll go!
you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
I'll take the better care; but if you will not,
The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
The hands of Romans !
Arv. So say I; Amen!
Bel. No reason 1, since on your lives you set
My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys!
If in your country wars you chance to die, Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work: That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie: Wherein I am false, I am honest ; not true, to be true. Lead, lead! — The time sæms long; their blood These present wars shall find I love my country,
[Aside. Even to the note o’the king, or I'll fall in them.
Till it fly out, and show them princes born. [Exeunt. All other doubts, by time let them be clear’d: