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I am sick still; heart-sick:- -Pisanio, My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; I'll now taste of thy drug.
Why I should yield to thee?
Clot. Thou villain base,
5 Guid. No, nor thy taylor, rascal, Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes, I might know more.
Which, as it seems, make thee. Bel. To the field, to the field :
Clot. Thou precious varlet, We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. My taylor made them not. Ard. We'll not be long away.
110 Guid. Hence then, and thank [fool; Bel. Pray, be not sick,
The man that gave them thee. Thou art some For you must be our housewife.
I am loath to beat thee. Imo. Well, or ill,
Clot. Thou injurious thief, I am bound to you.
[Erit Imogen. Hear but my name, and treinble. Bel. And shalt be ever.
(had 15 Guid. What's thy name? This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath Clot. Cloten, thou villain. Good ancestors.
Guid. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, Arr. How angel-like he sings !
I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, spider, Guid. But his neat cookery!
Twould move me sooner. He cuts our roots in characters;
120 Clot. To thy further fear, And sauc'd our brotlıs, as Juno had been sick, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know And he her dieter.
I am son to the queen. Art. Nobly he yokes
Guid. I am sorry for’t; not seeming A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh
So worthy as thy birth. Was that it was, for not being such a smile; 125
Clot. Art not afeard? The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly Guid. Those that I reverence, those I fear the Froin so divine a temple, to commix
wise: With winds that sailors rail at.
At fools I laugh, not fear them. Guid. I do note,
Clot. Die the death : That grief and patience, rooted in him botlı,
30 When I have slain thee with my proper hund, Mingle their spurs' together.
I'll follow those that even now fled hence, Aru. Grow, patience!
And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads: And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine Yield, rustic mountaineer. [Fight, and exeunt. His perishing root, with the increasing vine !
Enter Belarius, and Arviragus.
Art. None in the world : You did mistake
hini, sure. Clot. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw hiin, Hath mock'd me:-I am faint.
But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour Bel. Those runagates!
40 Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, Means he uot us? --I partly know him; 'tis And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute, Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush. 'Twas 'very Cloten. I saw him not these many years, and yet
Aro. In this place we left them : I know, 'tis he: -We are held as outlaws:- I wish my brother make good time with him, Hence.
45 You say he is so fell. Guid. He is but one: You and my brothersearch Bel. Being scarce made up, What companies are near : pray you, away ;
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Let me alone with him.
Of roaring terrors: For the effect of judgement [Exeunt Belarius ard Arviragus. Is oft the cause of fear. -But see, thy brother. Clot. Soft! What are you
501 Re-enter Guiderius, rith Cloten's head. That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers ? Guid. This Cloten was a fool; an einpty purse, I have heard of such. What slave art thou? There was no money in't: not Hercules Guid. A thing.
Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none: More slavish did I ne'er, than answering Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne A slave without a knock.
155 My head, as I do his. Clot. Thou art a robber,
Bel. What hast thou done? A law-breaker, a villain : Yield thee, thief. Guid. I am perfect, what': cut off one Cloten's Guid. To who? to thee? What art thou?
head, Have not I
Son to the queen, after his own report; Ao arm as big as thine ? a heart as big? 160 Who call'd me trajtor, mountaineer; and swore, Thy words, 1 grant, are bigger; for I wear not With his own single hand he'd take us in,
1 Stir for more. * Gentle implies well-born, of birth above the vulgar. Spurs, an old word for the fibres of a tree. A Gallicism. Grand-jour. bi.e. well-informed, what. • To take in means, here, to conquer, to subdue.
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Displace our heads, where (thank the gods!) they! I'd let a parish of such Clofen's blood,
[Erit. Bel. We are all undone.
Bil. O thou goddess, Guid. Why,worthy father, what have we to lose, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law 5 In these two princely boys! They are as gentle Protects not us; Then why should we be tender, As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Play judge, and executioner, all himself; Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rudest wind, For we do fear the law? What company That by the top doth take the mountain pine, Discover you abroad?
10 And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, Bel. No single soul
That an invisible instinct should frame them Can'we set eye on, but, in all safe reason, To royalty unlearn’d; honour untaught; He must have some attendants. Tho' his honour Civility not seen from other; valour, Was nothing but mutation’; ay, and that That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not 15] As it it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange, Absolute madness could so far have rav'd, What Cloten's being here to us portends ; To bring him here alone: Although, perhaps, Or what his death will bring us. It may be heard at court, that such as we
Re-enter Guiderius. Cave here, hunt here, are out-laws, and in time
Guid. Where's my brother? May make some stronger head; the which he/20 hearing,
I have sent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream, (As it is like him) might break out, and swear
In enrbassy to his mother; his body's hostage
For his return. He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable
[Solemn musick. To come alone, either he so undertaking,
Bel. My ingenious instrument ! Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear;125 Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion If we do fear this body hath a tailo
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion ? Hark!
Guid. Is he at home? More perilous than the head.
Bel. He went hence even now. Arv. Let ordinance
Guid. What does he mean? since death of my Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, My brother hath done well.
dearest mother Bel. I had no mind
It did not speak before. All solemn things
Should answer solemn accidents. The matter? To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness Did make my way long forth '.
Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys, Guid. With his own sword,
Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys.
Is Cadwal mad: Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta’en 35 His head froni hinı: I'll throw it into the creek Re-enter Arviragus, with Imogen as dead, bearing Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,
her in his arms. And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten:
Bel. Look, here he comes, That's all I reck.
[Exit. And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd:
40 Of what we blame him for! 'Would,Polydore,thou had'st not done't! though Arr. The bird is dead, valour
That we have made so much on. I had rather Becomes thee well enough.
Ilave skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, Aro. 'Would I bad done't,
And turn'd my leaping time into a crutch, So the revenge alone pursu'd me!~Polydore, 45Than have seen this. I love thee brotherly; but envy much,
Guid. O sweetest, fairest lily! Thou hast robb'd nie of this deed: I would, re- My brother wears thee not the one half so well, venges,
[us through, As when thou grew'st thyself. That possible strength might meet“, would seek Bel. Q, melancholy ! And put us to our answer.
50 Who ever yet could sound thy bottom find Bel. Weil, 'tis done :--
The ooze, to shew what coast thy sluggish crares We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Might easiliest harbour in:- Thou blessed thing! Where there's no protit. I pr’ythee, to our rock; Jove knows what man thou might'st have made; You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay
but I', 'Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him 55 Thou dý’d:t, a inost rare boy, of melancholy!To dinner presently.
How found you him? Arv. Poor sick Fidele!
Art. Stark, as you see; I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour, Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber,
i For is here used in the sense of because, 2 That is, The only notion he had of honour was the fashion, which was perpetually changing. ?i. e..Fidele's sickness made my zrulk forth from the cave tedious. i. e. such pursuit of vengeance as fell within any possibility of opposition. ? A crare is a small trading vessel, called in the Latin of the middle ages crayera. The word often occurs in Holinshed.
The incaning is, " Jove knows what man thou inight'st bave made, but I know thou dy'dst.”.
Not as death's dart, being laugh’d at: his right/. Guid. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to
My father hath a reason for’t.
Arv. Tis true.
[rudeness Art. So,--begin.
Guid. Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious rinter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Both golden laus and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Care no more to clouih, and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak :
The scepter, learning, physic, must
Guid. Fear no more the lightning flash,
Arv. Nor all the dreaded thunder-stone;
Guid. Fear not slander, censure rash;
Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
Both. All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Guid. No exorciser harm thee!
Arv. Nor no witch-craft charm thee !
130 Guid. Ghost unlaid forbear thee !
Arv. Nothing ill come near thee !
Both. Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
Re-enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten.
Guid. We have done our obsequies: Come, lay Guid. Cadwal,
him down. I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse
[night, Than priests and fanes that lie.
40 The herbs that have on them the cold dew othe Art. We'll speak it then.
[Cloten Arestrewings fitt'st for graves.--Upon their faces :-Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less; for
You were as flowers, now wither'd; even so
These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.-
Their pleasure here is past, so is their pain. (Exe.
Imogen, awaking. (That angel of the world) doth inake distinction Imo. Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the Of place'twixt high and low. Our foe was princely;
way?And though you took his life, as being our foe, 150 I thank you.
-By yon bush? --Pray, how far Yet bury him as a prince.
thither? Guid. Pray, fetch him bither.
Ods pittikins! can it be six miles yet?Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,
I have gone all night :-Faith, I'll lie down and When neither are alive.
sleep. Arv. If you'll go fetch him,
155 But, soft! no bedfellow:-0, gods and goddesses ! We'll say our song the whilst.— Brother, begin.
[Sceing the body. [Exit Belurius. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;
Clouted brogues are shoes strengthened with clout or hob-nails. In some parts of England, thin plates of iron called clouts are likewise fixed to the shoes of ploughmen. ?The ruddock is the redbreast, to which bird the office of covering the dead is ascribed. °3 Paid is here used for punished. • Meaning, that reverence, or due regard to subordination, is the power which keeps peace and order in the world. * To consign to thee, is to seal the same contract with thee, i. e. add their names to thine upon the register of death. This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity. 3 N 3
This bloody man, the care on't.--I hope, I dream;l From the spungy south to this part of the west, For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, There vanish'd in the sun-beams: which portends And cook to honest creatures : but 'tis not so; (Unless my sins abuse my divination), 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Success to the Roman host. Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes 5 Luc. Dream often so, Are sometimes like our judgements, blind. Good And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is here, faith,
Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime I tremble still with fear: But if there be
It was a worthy building:-How! a page! Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather: As a wren's eye, tear'd gods, a part of it! 10 For nature doth abhor to make his bed The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is, With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead. Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt. Let's see the boy's face. Aheadless man-The garments of Posthumus! Cap. He is alive, my
[one, I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.--Young His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh; 15 inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial' facem They crave to be demanded: Who is this, Murderin heaven?—How?—'Tisgone.—Pisanio, Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who is he, All curses madded Hecuba gave the Grecks, l'hat otherwise than noble nature did“, (rest And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy inteConspir'd with that irregulouso devil, Cloten, 20 In this sad wreckHow came it? Who is it? Hast here cut off my lord.—To write, and read, What art thou ? Be henceforth treacherous !- -Dainn'd Pisanio Imo. I am nothing; or if not, Hath with his forged letters,--damn'd Pisanio- Nothing to be were better. This was my master, Froin this most bravest vessel of the world A very valiant Briton, and a good, Struck the main top SO, Posthumus! alas, 25 That here by Mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me! There are no more such masters: I may wander where's that?
From east to occident, cry out for service, Pisanio might have killd thee at the heart, (nio: Try many, all good, serve truly, never And left this head on.—How should this be? Pisa- Find such another master. 'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them 30 Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Have laid this woe here. 0, 'tis pregnant, preg- l'hou mov’st no less with thy complaining, than nant!
[cious Thy master in bleeding: Sayhis name,good friend. The drug he gave me, which, he said, was pre- imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lye, and do And cordial to me, have I not found it
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home: 35
[Aside. This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!
They 'll pardon it. Say you, sir?
Imo. Fidele, sir.
40 Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Enter Lucius, Captains, &'c. and a Soothsayer. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say,
Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure, After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships : Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner They are in readiness.
45 l'han thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me. Luc. But what from Rome?
Imo. I'll follow, sir. But, first, an't please Cap. The senate hath stirr’d up the confiners,
the gods, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep That promise noble service; and they come As these poor pick-axess can dig: and when Under the conduct of bold lachimo,
50 With wild wood leaves and weeds I have strew'd Syeona's brother, Luc. When expect you them?
And on it said a century of prayers, Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind. Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; Luc, This forwardness
[numbers And, leaving so his service, follow you, Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present|55 So please you entertain me. Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now,sir, Luc. Ay, good youth; What have you dreani’d, of late, of this war's And rather father thee, than master thee.purpose ?
[vision : My friends, Sooth. Last night the very gods.shewd me a The boy hath taught us manly duties : Let us (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence) Thus :- 60 Find out the prettiest daizy'd plot we can, I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd and make hiin with our pikes and partisans
forial face signifies in this place, such a face as belongs to Jove. ?. j. e. lawless, licentious. 3 i. c. the gods theinselves. i. e. made, or did it. Meaning her fingers.
A grave: Come, arm him!:-Boy, he is preferr'd! Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work; By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd,
Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to As soldiers can. Be chcarful; wipe thine eyes :
be true. Some falls are means the happier to arise.[Excunt. These present wars shall find I love my country,
5 Even to the note ' o'the king, or I'll fall in them. SCENE III.
All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd:
Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd. Cymbeline's Palace.
[Erit. Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio. Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis ,
Before the Cute.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Guid. The noise is round about us. How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, 15 Bel. Let us from it. The great part of my comfort, gone: iny queen Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it Upon a desperate bed; and in a time
From action and adventure? When fearful wars point at ine: her son gone, Guid. Nay, what hope So needful for this present: It strikes me, past Wave we in hiding us this way, the Romans The hope of comfort.-But for thee, fellow, 20 Must or for Britons slay us; or receive us Who needs must know of her departure, and For barbarous and unnatural revolts Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it trom thee During their use, and slay us after. By a sharp torture:
Bel. Sons, Pisan. Sir, my life is yours,
We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, 25 To the king's party there's no going; newness I nothing know where she remains, why gone, Of Cloten's death (we being not known, nor Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your
muster'd Hold me your loyal servant, [higliness Among the bands) may drive us to a render Lord. Good niy liege,
Where we have liv'd; and to extort from us that The day that she was missing, he was here: 30 Which we have done, whose answer' would be I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform Drawn on with torture.
[death All parts of his subjection loyaliy: For Cloten, Guid. This is, sir, a doubt, There wants no diligence in seeking him, ly such a time, nothing becoming you, And will, no doubt, be found.
Nor satisfying us. Cym. The time is troublesome;
35 Aro. It is not likely, We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
[To Pisan. Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes Does yet depend?
And ears so cloy'd importantly as now, Lord. So please your majesty,
That they will waste their time upon our note,
Bel. 0, 'I am known
[him Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore
From my remembrance. And, besides, the king I am amaz'd with matter!
45 Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves; Lord. Good my liege,
Who find in my exile the want of breeding, Your preparation can atlront* no less
The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless Than what you hear of; come more, for more To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd, you're ready :
But to the still hot summer's tanlings, and
Guid. Than be so,
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not I and my brother are not known; yourself, What can from Italy annoy us; but
So out of thought, and thereto so o’ergrown, We grieve at chances here.--Away. [Exeunt. 55 Cannot be question'd,
Pisan. I heard no letter from iny master, since Arv. By this sun that shines, I wrote him, Imogen was slain : "T'is strange: I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise Did see man die? scarce ever look'd on blood, To yield me often tidings: Neither know I But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison? What is betid to Cloten; but remain
160 Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had 'i.e. take him up in your arms. * That is, My suspicion is yet undetermined. Si. e. confounded with variety of business. i. e, can face no less, &c. i. e. observation.
6 Render means an account. i. e. The retaliation of the death of Cloten would be death, &c. : i.e. their fires regularly disposed.