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787 Gui. I could not stir him:

Clo. Thou injurions thief,
He said, he was gentle,* but unfortunate; Hear but my name, and tremble.
Dishonestly aftlicted, but yet honest.

Gui. What's thy name?
Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, here. Clo. Cloten, thou villain.
I might know more.

(after Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy Bel. To the field, to the field:


(spider, We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, Aro. We'll not be long away.

'Twould move me sooner. Bel. Pray, be not sick,

Clo. To thy further fear, For you must be our housewife.

Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know Imo. Well, or ill,

I'm son to the queen.
I am bound to you.

Gui. I'm sorry for't; not seeming
Bel. And so shalt be ever. [Exit IMOGEN. So worthy as thy birth.
This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath Clo, Art not afeard ?
Good ancestors.

{had Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; Arv. How angel-like he sings!

the wise: Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots At fools I langh, not fear them. in characters;

Clo. Die the death : And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, When I have slain thee with my proper hand, And he her dieter.

I'll follow those that even now fled hence, Arv. Nobly he yokes

And on the gates of Lud's town set your A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh

heads : Was that it was, for not being such a smile; Yield, rustic mountaineer. (Exeunt, fighting. The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly From so divine a temple, to commix

Enter BeLarius and ARVIRAGUS. With winds that sailors rail at.

Bel. No company's abroad. Gui. I do note,

Art. None in the world : You did niistake That grief and patience, rooted in him both,

him, sure. Mingle their spurst together.

Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw Arv. Grow, patience!


[favour* And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of His perishing root, with the increasing vine! Which then he wore; the snatches in his Bel. It is great morning. Come; away,-


(solute, Who's there?

And burst of speaking, were as his : I am ab

'Twas very Cloten. Enter CLOTEN.

Arv. In this place we left them: Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that vil. You say he is so fell.

I wish my brother make good time with him, Hath mock'd me:-I am faint.


Bel. Being scarce made up,
Bel. Those runagates!
Means he not us? I partly know him ; 'tis

I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some am- Is oft the cause of fear: But see, thy brother.

Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgement bush. I saw him not these many years, and yet I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:

Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with Cloten's Head. Hence.

Gui. This Cloten was a fool ; an empty Gui. He is but one: You and my brother

purse, search

There was no money in't: not Hercules What companies are near: pray you, away; Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had Let me alone with him.

[Exeunt Belarius and ArviragUs. Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
Clo. Soft? What are you

My head, as I do his.
That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers ? Bel. What hast thou done?
I have heard of such.-What slave art thou ?

Gui. I am perfect,t what: cut off one Clo. Gui. A thing

ten's head, More slavish did I ne'er, than answering Son to the queen, after his own report; A slave, without a knock.

Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer;

and Clo. Thou art a robber,

swore, A law-breaker, a villain: Yield thee, thief. With his own single hand he'd take us in, Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou? Displace our heads, where (thank the gods !) Have not I

they grow, An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ? And set them on Lud's town. Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not Bel. We are all undone. My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to Why I should yield to thee?

lose, Clo. Thou villain base,

But, that he swore, to take our lives? The law Know'st me not by my clothes?

Protects not us: Then why should we be tenGui. No, nor thy tailor, rascal,

der, Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes, To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; Which, as it seems, make thee.

Play judge, and executioner, all himself; Clo. 'Thou precious varlet,

For; we do fear the law? What company My tailor made them not.

Discover you abroad? Gui. Hence then, and thank (fool;

Bel. No siogle soul The man that gave them thee. Thou art some Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason, 1 am loath to beat thee.

Countenance. + I am well-informed what. . Well-born. + Spurs are the roots of trees. 1 Conquer, subdue.

For, for because,

He must have some attendants. Though his | Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion humour

Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! Was nothing but mutation;* ay, and that Gui. Is he at home? From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not Bel. He went hence aven now. Absolute madness could so far have rav'd, Gui. What does he mean? since death of my To bring him here alone: Although, perhaps,

dear'st mother It may be heard at court, that such as we It did not speak before. All solemn things Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time Should answer solemn accidents. The matter? May make some stronger head: the which he Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,* hearing,

Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys.
(As it is like him,) might break out, and swear Is Cadwal mad?
He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable
To come alone, either he so undertaking,

Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing IMOGEN, as dead, Or they so suffering: then on good ground we

in his Arms. If we do fear this body hath a tail [fear, Bel. Look, here he comes, More perilous than the head.

And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Arv. Let ordinance

-Of what we blame him for! Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, Art. The bird is dead, My brother hath done well.

That we have made so much on. I had rather Bel. I had no mind

Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness

sixty, Did make my way long forth.t

To have turn'd my leaping time into a crutch, Gui. With his own sword,

(ta'en Than have seen this. Which he did wave against my throat, I have Gui. O sweetest, fairest lily! (well, His head from him: i'll throw't int the creek My brother wears thee not the one half so Behind our rock; and let it to the sea, (ten: As when thou grew'st thyself. And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Clo- Bel. (), melancholy! That's all I reck.

(Exit. Who ever yet could sound thy bottom find Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd:

The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done't!


{thing! though valour

Might easiliest harbour in ?- Thou blessed Becomes thee well enough.

Jove kdows what man thou might'st bave Arv. 'Would I had done't,

made; but I,

(ly! So the revenge alone pursued me!--Polydore, Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melanchoI love thee brotherly; but envy much,

How found you him? Thou hast robb’d me of this deed: I would, Arv. Stark, as you see: revenges,

Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, That possible strength might meet, would seek Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right us through, Reposing on a cushion.

(cheek And put us to our answer,

Gui, Where? Bel. Well, 'tis done:


Arv. O'the floor; We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for dan. His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept; Where there's no profit. I pr’ythee, to our

and put

(rudeness rock;

My clouted broguess from off my feet, whose You and Fidele play the cooks: l'll stay Answer'd my steps too loud. Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him Gui. Why, he but sleeps : To dinner presently.

If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; Arv. Poor sick Fidele!

With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, I'll willingly to him: To gains his colour, And worms will not come to thee. I'd let a parish of such Clotens' blood,,

Arv. With fairest flowers, And praise myself for charity, (Exit. Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, Bel. O thou goddess,

I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor Not wagging bis sweet head: and yet as rough, The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Their royal blood enchaf’d, as the rud'st wind, Out-sweetend not thy breath: the ruddock! That by the top doth take the mountain pine,

would, And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis won. With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming, derful,

Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie That an invisible instinct should frame them Without a monument!) bring thee all this; To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught; Yea, and furr'd

moss besides, when flowers are Civility not seen from other; valour,

To winter-ground thy corse. (none, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop Gui. Pr'ythee, have done ; As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange And do not play in wench-like words with that What Cloten's being here to us portends; Which is so serious. Let us bury him, Or what his death will bring us.

And not protract with admiration what

Is now due debt.-To the grave.

Arr. Say, where shall's lay him?
Gui. Where's my

Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother. I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream,

Arv. Be't so: In embassy to his mother; his body's hostage

And let us, Polydore, though now our voices For his return.

[Solemn Music. Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the Bel. My ingenious instrument!


* Trifles. + A slow-sailing, unwieldy vessel. * Change, alteration. + Did make my walk tedious. Shoes plated with iron.

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As once our mother; use like note, and words, Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.

[Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and Gui. Cadwal,


ARVIRAGUS. I cannot sing : I'll weep, and word it with Imo. (Awaking.) Yes, Sir, to Milford-HaFor notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse

ven; Which is the way?'Tban priests and fanes that lie.

I thank you.—By yon bush ?--Pray, how far Arv. We'll speak it then.

thither? Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: 'Ods pittikins !e-can it be six miles yet? for Cloten

I have gone all night:-'Faith, I'll lie down Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: and sleep. And, though he came our enemy, remember, But, soft! no bedfellow :-0, gods, and godHe was paid* for that: Though mean and

desses !

[Seeing the Body. mighty, rotting

These flowers are like the pleasures of the Together, have one dust; yet reverence,


(dream; (That angel of the world,) doth make distinc- This bloody man, the care on't. I hope, I tion

[princely; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was And cook to honest creatures : But 'tis not so; And though you took his life, as being our foe, 'Twas but a boltt of nothing, shot at nothing, Yet bury him as a prince.

Which the brain makes of fumes: Our very Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither.

eyes Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,

Are sometimes like our judgements, blind. When peither are alive.

Good faith, Arv. If you'll go fetch him

I tremble still with fear: But if there be We'll say our song the whilst.--Brother, be. Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity gin.

[Erit BELARIUS. As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it ! Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to The dream's here still : even when I wake, it is the east;

Without me, as within me; not imagio'd, felt. My father hath a reason for't.

A headless man!—The garments of Posthú. Arr. "Tis true.

mus! Gui. Come on then, and remove him. I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; Arv. So,-begin.

His foot Mercurial; bis Martial thigh;

The brawns of Hercules : but his Jovialt Song.


(anio, Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun, Murder in heaven ?-How ?—'Tis gone.-PisNor the furious winter's rages;

All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, Thou thy worldly task hast done,

And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Conspir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten, Golden lads and girls all must,

Hast here cut off my lord. - To write, and As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.


Be henceforth treacherous !-Damn'd Pisanio Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great, Hath with his forged letters,--damn'd PisThou art past the tyrant's stroke;

anioCare no more to clothe, and eat ;

From this most bravest vessel of the world To thee the reed is as the oak :

Struck the main-top !--0, Posthumus! alas, The sceptre, learning, physic, must

Where is thy head? where's that? Ah me! Au follow this, und come to dust.

where's that? Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash,

Pisanio might have kill’d thee at the heart, Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone ;

And left this head on.-How should this be?
Gui. Fear not slander, censuret rash;

Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:

"Tis he, and Cloten : malice and lucre in them Both. All lovers young, all lovers must

Have laid this woe here. 0, 'tis pregnant, Consignt to thee, and come to dust.

pregnant !!!


The drug he gave me, which, he said, was pre-
Gui. No exorciser harm thee!

And cordial to me, have I not found it
Arv. Nor witchcraft charm thee!

Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it
Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee!

home: Arv. Nothing ill come near thee!

This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: 0 !Both. Quiet consummation have;

Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood, And renowned be thy grave?

That we the horrider may seem to those

Which chance to find us: 0, my lord, my lord!
Re-enter BelarIUS, with the Body of Cloten.
Gui. We have done our obsequies: Come, Enter Lucius, a Captain, and other OFFICERS,
lay him down.

Bel. Here's a few flowers, but about mid-
night more:


Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in GalThe herbs, that have on them cold dew o’the After your will, have cross’d the sea: attend


[ing Are strewings fitest for graves.-Upon their You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships:

faces :-
You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so

They are here in readiness.
These herb'lets shall, which we upon you

Luc. But what from Rome? strew

Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, Come on, away: apart upon our knees.

And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, The ground, that gave them first, has them That promise noble service: and they come again;

* This diminative adjuration is derived from God's my pity. + An arrow.

* A face like Jove's. Punished. + Judgement. Seal the same contract.

Lawless, licentious.
See W. Collins' song at the end of the Play,

|| 1. e. 'Tis a ready, apposite conclusion.

Under the conduct of bold Jachimo,

And on it said a century of prayers, Sienna's brother.

Such as I can, twice o'er, l'il weep, and sigh; Luc. When expect you them?

And, leaving so his service, follow you,
Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind. So please you entertain me.
Luc. This forwardness

Luc. Ay, good youth; Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present and rather father thee, than master thee.numbers

[Sir, My friends, Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can, purpose?

And make him with our pikes and partizans Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a | A grave: Come, arm him.-Boy, he is prevision:


ferr'd (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) By thee to us; and he shall be interr’d, I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine From the spongy south to this part of the west,

eyes: There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which por- Some falls are means the happier to arise. tends,

[ Exeunt. (Unless my sins abuse my divination,) Success to the Roman host.

SCENE III.-A Room in CYMBELINE's Luc. Dream often so,


And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is
Without his top? The ruin speaks, that some-

Enter CYMBELINE, LORDS, and PISANIO. tirne It was a worthy building:-How! a page!

Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis

with her. Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather:

A fever with the absence of her son; For nature doth abhor to make his bed

A madness, of which her life's in danger:With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.

Heavens, Let's see the boy's face.

How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, Cup. He is alive, my lord.

The greai part of my comfort, gone : my queen Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.- Upon a desperate bed; and in a time Young one,

When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems,

So needful for this present: It strikes me, They crave to be demanded: Who is this,

past Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who'was The hope of comfort.—But for thee, fellow, That, otherwise than noble nature did, [he,

Who needs must know of her departure, and Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thiee interest

By a sharp torture. In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it?

Pis. Sir, my life is yours,

[tress, What art thou ?

I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mis. Imo. I am nothing: or if not,

I nothing know where she remains, why gone, Nothing to be were better. This was niy mas

Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your A very valiant Briton, and a good, [ter,

Hold me your loyal servant. (highness, That here by mountaineers lies slain :- Alas!

1 Lord. Good my liege, There are no more such masters: I may wan. The day that she was missing, he was here: der

I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform From east to occident,* cry out for service,

All parts of his subjection loyally. Try many, all good, serve truly, never

For Cloten, Find such another master.

There wants no diligence in seeking him, Luc. 'Lack, good youth!


And will, no doubt, be found. Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining,

Cym. The time's troublesome: Tliy master in bleeding: Say his name, good We'll slip, you for a season ; but our jealousy

Does yet depend. friend.

[To Pisanto. Imo. Richard du Champ.-If I do lie, and do The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawo,

1 Lord. So please your majesty, No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope


Are landed on your coast; with a supply They'll pardon it.-Say you, Sir?

Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent. Luc. Thy name?

Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and Imo. Fidele.

queen! Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very

I am amaz'd with matter.* [name.

1 Lord. Good my liege, Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy Than what you hear of: come more, for more

Your preparation can affrontt no less
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say,
Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure,

you're ready: No less belov'd. The Roman’emperor's lei- The want is, but to put those powerst in mo

That long to move. ters,

(tion, Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner

C'ym. I thank you : Let's withdraw: Than thine own worth prefer thee : Go with And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not

What can from Italy annoy us; but imo. I'll follow, Sir. But first, an't please We grieve at chances here.-Away. [Exeunt. the gods,

Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep

I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange: As these poor pickaxest can dig: and when

Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have To yield me often tidings; Neither know I strew'd his grave,

* Confounded by a variety of business. * The west, + Her fingers.

† Encounter.

* Forces





What is betid to Cloten; but remain

Arr. So say I; Amen. Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : Bel. No reason I, since on your lives you set Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to So slight a valuation, should reserve be true.

(try, My crack'd one to more care. Have with These present wars shall find I love my coun

you, boys : Even to the note* o'the king, or I'll fall in If in your country wars you chance to die, them.

That is my bed too, lads, and there l'll lie: All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: Lead, lead. The time seems long; their blood Fortune brings in some boats, that are not

thinks scorn,

[Aside. steerd. [Erit. Till it fly out, and show them princes born.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Before the Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.

ACT V. Gui. The noise is round about us.

SCENE I.-A Field between the British and Bel. Let us from it.

Romun Camps. Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to Enter Postiiumus, with a bloody Handkerchief. lock it

Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee ; for From action and adventure ?

I wish'd

[ones, Gui. Nay, what hope

Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans

If each of you would take this course, how Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us

inany For barbarous and unnatural revoltst


Must murder wives much better than them: During their and slay us after.

For wrying* but a little ?-0, Pisanio ! Bel. Sons,

Every good servant does not all commands: We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. To the king's party there's no going; newness Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I

No bond, but to do just ones.-Gods! if you Of Cloten's death (we being not known, not

muster'd Among the bands) may drive us to a rendert

Had liv'd to put ont this : so had you sav'd Where we have liv'd ; and so extort from us

The noble Imogen to repent; and struck That which we have done, whose answer would Me wretch, more worth your vengeance. But,


[love, be death Drawn on with torture.

You snatch some hence for little faults; that's

To have them fall no more: you some permit Gui. This is, Sir, a doubt,

To second ills with ills, each elder worse; In such a time, nothing becoming you,

And make them dread it to the doer's thrift. Nor satisfying us. Arv. It is not likely,

But Imogen is your own: Do your best wills, That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, And make me bless'd to obey !-1 am brought Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their Among the Italian gentry, and to fight And ears so cloy'd importantly as now, (eyes Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough That they will waste their time upon our note, That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; To know from whence we are. Bel. O, I am known

(heavens, Of many in the army: many years,

I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good Though Cloten then but young, you see, pot Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself

Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me wore him

[king From my remembrance. And, besides, the

As does a Briton peasant: so I'll fight
Hath not deservd my service, nor your loves; For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life

Against the part I come with; so I'll die
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless

Is, every breath, a death: and thus, unknowa, To have the courtesy your cradle promis’d, .

Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and

Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know The shrinking slaves of winter,

More valour in me, than my Gui. Than be so,

Gods, put the strength o'the Leonati in me! Better to cease to be. Pray, Sir, to the army : The fashion, less without, and more within.

To shame the guise o’the world, I will begin I and my brother are not known; yourself, So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,

[Exit. Cannot be question’d.

SCENE II.-The same.
Arv. By this sun that shines,
I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never

Enter at one side, Lucius, Iachimo, and the Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood,

Roman Army; at the other side, the British But that of coward hares, hot goats, and veni

Army; LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following it, son?

like a poor Soldier. They march over, and go Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had

gut. Alarums. Then enter again in skirmish, A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel

Lachimo and PostnoMUS: he vanquisheth and Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd

disarmeth Lachimo, and then leaves him. To look upon the holy sun, to have

Iach. This heaviness and guilt within my The benefit of his bless'd beams remaining

bosom So long a poor unknown.

Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, Gui. By heavens, I'll go:

The princess of this country, and the air on't If you will bless me, Sir, and give me leave, Revengingly enfeebles me; Or could this carl,t I'll take the better care; but if you will not, A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me, The hazard therefore due fall on me, by In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, The hands of Romans !



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