in

that they

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!

[Whispering
Imo. Great men,

SCENE II. – Before the cave.
That had a court no bigger, than this cave, Enter, from the cave, Belarius, GUIDERIUS, Aryl-
That did attend themselves, and had the virtuo

RAGUS, and Imogen.
Which their own conscience seal’d them, (laying by Bel. You are not well: [To Imogen.) remain here
That nothing gift of differing multitudes,)
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods! We'll come to you after hunting,
I'd change my sex to be companion with them, Arv, Brother, stay here!

[To Imogen. Since Leonatus' false.

Are we not brothers ?
Bel. It shall be so !

Imo. So man and man should be;
Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.–Fair youth, come in ! But clay and clay diflers in dignity,
Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp’d, Whose dust it both alike. I am very sick.
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,

Gui. Go you to hunting. I'll abide with him.
So far as thou wilt speak it.

Imo. So sick I am not; - yet I am not well:
Cui. Pray, draw near!

But not so citizen a wapton, as
Arv: The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, To seem to die, ere sick. So please you, leave me!
less welcome!

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,
SCENE VII. – Rome.

Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here;
Enter two Senators and Tribunes.

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:
That since the common men are now in action
'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians;

How much the quantity, the weight as mach,
As I do love

my

father.
And that the legions now in Gallia are

Bel. What? how ? how ?
Full weak to undertake our wars against

Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
The fall'n-off Britons; that we do incite

In my good brother's fault: I know not why
The gentry to this business. He creates

I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Lucius pro-consul; and to you the tribunes,

Love's reason's without reason; the bier at door,
For this immediate levy, he commands

And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say,
His absolute commis.ion. Long live Caesar!

My father, not this youth.
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ?

Bel, O noble strain !

[Aside.

O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!
Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?

Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: 1 Sen. With those legions

Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace.
Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
Must be supplyant. The words of yoor commission Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me. —

I am not their father; yet who this should be,
Will tie you to the numbers, and the time

'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn.
of their dispatch.
Tri. We will discharge our duty.

Arv. Brother, farewell!
(Exeunt. Imo. I wish you sport!

Arv. You, health !-So please you, sir !
A C T IV.

Inno. [ Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods,
SCENEI.

what lies I have heard !
The forest, near the cave.

Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court :
Enter Cloten.

Experience, o, thou disprov'st report!
Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish
if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his gar- Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
ments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was I am sick still; heart-sick. — Pisanio,
made by him that made the lor, not be fit too? I'll now taste of thy drug.
the rather (saving reverence of the word) for 'tis Gui. I could not stir him:
said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate;
must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.
(for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass to Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, herafter
confer; in his own chamber, I mean, ) the lines of I miglit know more.

2 Sen. Ay.

Bel. To the field, to the field !

Nay, to thy more coufusion, thou shalt kaow
We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest! I'm son to the qucen.
Arv. We'll not be long away.

Gui. I'm sorry fort; not seeming
Bel. Pray, be not sick,

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 :
I am bound to you.

At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Bel. And so shalt be ever. (Exit Imogen. Clo. Die the death!
This youth, howe'er distress’d, appears he hath hac? When I have slain thee with my proper hand,
Good ancestors.

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,
And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, Bel. No company's abroad.
And he her dieter.

Arv. None in the world: you did mistake him, sure!
Arv. Nobly he yokes

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:
Gui. I do note,

I wish my brother make good time with him,
That grief and patience, rooted in him both, You say he is so fell.
Mingle their spurs together.

Bel. Being scarce made up,
Arv. Grow, patience!

I mean, to man, he had not apprehension And let the stinking elder, grief, antwine

Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment
His perishing root, with the increasing vine! Is ost the cause of fear. But see, thy brother!
Bel. It is great morning. Come, away!- Who's Re-enter GuiderHs, with Cloten's head.
there?

Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse,
Enter Cloten.

There was no money in't: not Hercules
Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none:
Ilath mock'd me:-( am faint.

Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
Bel. Those runagates!

My head, as I do his. Mears he not us? I partly know him ; 'tis

Bel. What hast thou done?
Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush. Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloteu's head,
I saw him not these many years, and yet

Son to the queen, after his own report;
I know 'tis he. - We are held as outlaws. - Hence! Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore,

Gui. He is but one. You and my brother search With his own single hand he'd take us in,
What companies are near: pray you, away, Displace our heads, where (thank the gods :) they
Let me alone with him!

grow
[Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus. And set them on Lud's town.
Clo. Soft! what are you

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!

Discover

you

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
My tailor made them not.

To come alone, either he so undertaking,
Gui. Hence then, and thank

Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear,
The man that gave them thee! Thou art some fool; If we do fear this body hath a tail
I am loath to beat thee.

More perilous than the head.
Clo. Thou injurious thief,

Arv. Let ordinance
Hear but my name, and tremble !

Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er,
Gui. What's thy name?

My brother had done well.
Clo. Cloten, thou villain !

Bel. I had no mind
Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness
I cannot tremble at it; were’t toad, or adder, spider, Did make my way long forth.
Twould move me sooner.

Gui. With his own sword,
Clo. To thy further fear,

Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'er

a

a

!

His head from him. I'll throw it into the creek Might easiliest harbour in?- Thon blessed thing!
Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,

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
Becomes thee well enough.

Reposing on a cushion.
Arv. 'Would I had done't,

Gui. Where?
So the revenge alone pursued me! - Polydore, Arv. O'the floor;
I love thee brotherly; but envy much,

flis arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept : and pat
Thou hast robb’d me of this deed: I would, revenges, My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness
That possible strength might meet, would seek us Answer'd ny steps too loud.
through,

Gui. Why, he but sleeps:
And put us to our answer.

If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;
Bel. Well, 'tis done! -

With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,
We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger And worms will not come to thee.
Where there's no profit. I pry'thee, to our rock, Arv. With fairest flowers,
You and Fidele play the cooks; I'll stay

Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,
Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him I'll sweeten thy sad grave. Thou shalt not lack
To dinner presently.

The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; vor Arv. Poor sick Fidele!

The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor
I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour,

The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood,

Out-sweeten'd not thy breath : the ruddock would,
And praise myself for charity.

(Exit. With charitable bill (o bill, sore-shaming
Bel. o thoa goddess,

Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie
Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st Without a monument !) bring thee all this;
In these two princely boys! They are as gentle Yea, and furr’d moss besides, when flowers are none,
As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,

To winter-ground thy corse!
Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Gui. Pry’thee have done!
Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind, And do not play in wench-like words with that
That by the top doth take the mountain pine, Which is so serious. Let us bury him,
And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, And not protract with admiration what
That an invisible instinct should frame them Is now due debt. - To the grave!
To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught;

Arv. Say, where shall's lay him?
Civility not seen from other; valour,

Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother.
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop Arv. Be't so!
As if it had been sow'd ! Yet still it's strange, And let us, Polydore, thongh now our voices
What Cloten’s being here to us portends;

Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground,
Or what his death will bring us.

As once our mother; use like note, and words,
Re-enter GUIDERIUS.

Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.
Gui. Where's my brother?

Gui. Cadwal,
I have sent Cloten's clotpole down the stream, I cannot sing : I'll weep, and word it with thre:
In embassy to his mother: his body's hostage For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse
For his return.

(Solemn music. Than priests and fanes that lie.
Bel. My ingenious instrument!

Art. We'll speak it then.
Hark,,Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion

Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less ; for Cloten
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion! Hark! Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys:
Gui. Is he at home?

And, though he came our enemy, remember,
Bel. He went hence even now.

He was paid for that: thongh mean and mighty, rotting
Gui. What does he mean? since death of my dear'st Together, have one dust; yet reverence,
mother

(That angel of the world,) doth make distinction
It did not speak before. All solemn things of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely;
Should answer solemn accidents. The matter?. And though you took his life, as being our foe,
Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys, Yet bury him as a prince.
Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys.

Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither.!
Is Cadwal mad ?

Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,
Re-enter Arviragts, bearing Imogen, as dead, in When neither are alive!
his arms.

Arv. If you'll go fetch him,
Rel. Look, here he comes,

We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin!
And brings the dire occasion in his arms,

(Lx'it Belarilis; Of what we blame him for!

Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east.
Arv. The bird is dead,

My father hath a reason for’t.
That we have made so much on. I had rather Arv. 'Tis true.
Hlave skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, Gui. Come on then, and remove him!
To have turn'd my leaping time into a crutch, Arv, So, - begin!
Tlian have seen this.

SONG.
Gui. O sweetest, fairest lily!

Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun,
My brother wears thee not the one half so well,

Nor the furious winter's rages;
As when thou grew'st thyself.

Thou thy worldly task hasi dona,
Bel. 0, melancholy !

Ilome art gone, and ta'en thy wages :
Who ever yet could sound thy bottom ?: find

Golden lads and girls all must,
The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare

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
Care no more to clothe, and eat;

Which chance to find us; 0, my lord, my lord!
To thee the reed is as the oak:

Enter Lucius, a Captain, and other Officers, and
The sceptre, learning, physic, must

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,

B

A Gai. No exorciser harm thee!

That promise noble service; and they come
Under the conduct of bold Iachimo,

S
Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee !

Sienna's brother. Arv.. Nothing ill come near thee!

Luc. When expect you them?
Both. Quiet consummation have;

Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind.
And renowned be thy grave!

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:
Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, more. (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus:-
The herbs, that have on them cold dew o’the night, I saw Jove's bird, tle Roman eagle, wing'd
Are strewings fitt'st for graves.--Upon their faces :-

:- From the spongy south to this part of the west,
You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so There vanish'd in the sunbeams : which portends,
These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow. (Unless my sins abuse my divination)
Come on, away! apart upon your knees.

Success to the Roman host.
The ground, that gave them firs, has them again: Luc. Dreain often so,
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. And never false. - Soft, ho! what trunk is here,

[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:
I thank you !-By yon bush?—Pray, how far thither? For nature doth abhor to make his bed
'Ods pittikins ! can it be six miles yet? With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead. --
I have gone all night. --'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.' Let's see the boy's face.
Bat, soft! no bedfellow! — 0, gods and goddesses! Cap. He is alive, my lord!

(Seeing the body. Luc.He'll then instruct us of this body.—Young one,
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; Inform us of thy fortunes; for it seems,.
This bloody man the care on't. - I hope, I dream; They crave to be demanded: Who is this.
For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,

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,
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity, Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!

A very valiant Briton, and a good,
The dream's here still: even when I make, it is That here by mountaineers lies slain : -- alas!
Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt. There are no more such masters: I may
A headless man ! -The garments of Posthumus! From «ast to occident, cry out for service,
I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; Try many, all good, serve truly, never
His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh :

Find such another master.
The brawns of Hercules : but his Jovial face Luc. 'Lack, good youth!
Murder in heaven? - How? —'tis gone!-Pisanio, Thou mov'st

' 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
Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home :
This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's! 0!-

With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have stren'!

wander

1

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.
So please you entertain me.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and ARVIRAGUS.
Luc. Ay, good youth!

Gui. The noise is round about us.
And rather father thee, than master thee!-

Bel. Let us from it.
My friends,

Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it
The boy hath taught us many duties. Let as

From action and adventure!
Find out the prettiest daizied plot we can,

Gui. Nay, what hope
And make him with our pikes and partisans

Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans
A grave: come, arm him! - Boy, he is prefer'd

Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us
By thee to as; and he shall be interr'd,

For barbarous and unnatural revolts
As soldiers can. Be cheerful! wipe thine eyes!
Some falls are means the happier to arise ! (Éxeunt. During their use, and slay us after.

Bel. Sons,

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
Cym. Again! and bring me word, how 'tis with her! Among the bands) may drive us to a render
A fever with the absence of her son;

Where we have liv’d; and so extort from us
A madness, of which her life's in danger:- Heavens, That which we've done, whose answer would be death
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, Drawn on with torture.
The great part of my comfort, gone! my queen Gui. This is, sir, a doubt,
Upon a desperate bed; and in a time,

In such a time, nothing becoming you,
When fearful wars point at me! her son gone, Nor satisfying us.
So needful for this present! It strikes me, past

Arv. It is not likely,
The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,

That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
Who needs must know of her departure, and

Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes
Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee

And ears so cloy'd importantly as now,
By a sharp torture.

That they will waste their time upon our note,
Pis. Sir, my life is yours,

To know from whence we are.
I humbly set it at your will : but, for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,

Bel. O, I am known
Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your of many in the army: many years,
highness,

Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him
Hold me your loyal servant !

From my remembrance. And, besides, the king 1 Lord. Good my liege,

Hath not desery'd my service, nor your loves ;
The day that she was missing, he was here. Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless
All parts of his subjection loyally.

To have the courtesy your cradle promis’d,
For Cloten,

But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and
There wants no diligence in seeking him,

The shrinking slaves of winter.
And will, no doubt, be found.

Gui. Than be

so,
Cym. The time's troublesome:

Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army!
We'll slip you for a season; but our jealonsy I and my brother are not known; yourself,

(To Pisanio. So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
Does yet depend.

Cannot be question’d.
1 Lord. So please your majesty,

Arv. By this sun that shines,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,

I'll thither! What thing is it, that I never
Are landed on your coast; with a supply

Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood,
Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.

But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ?
Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen!-

Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had
I am amaz'd with matter.

A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
1 Lord. Good my liege,

Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd
Your preparation can affront no less,

To look upon the holy sun, to have
Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're the benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining
ready :

So long a poor unknown.
The want is, but to put those powers in motion,
That long to move.

Gui. By heavens, I'll go!

If
Cym. I thank you! Let's withdraw;

you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not

I'll take the better care; but if you will not,
What can from Italy annoy us; but

The hazard therefore due fall on me, by

The hands of Romans !
We grieve at chances here.— Away! [Exeunt.
Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since

Arv. So say I; Amen!
I wrote him, Imogen was slain. 'Tis strange :

Bel. No reason 1, since on your lives you set
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise So slight a valuation, should reserve
To yield me often tidings : neither know I

My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys!
What is betid to Cloten; but remain

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,

thinks scorn,

[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: