Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll browze || Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in: Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. So far as thou wilt speak it. [Looking in. Pray, draw near. What's the matter, sir? But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. Gui. Pr'ythee, fair youth, Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds, By this rude place we live in. Well encountered! 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.Boys, bid him welcome. Gui. Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty, I bid for you, as I'd buy. Arv. I'll make't my comfort, He is a man; I'll love him as my brother :And such a welcome as I'd give to him, After long absence, such is yours:-Most welcome! Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. Imo. 'Mongst friends! If brothers?-'Would it had been so, that they Had been my father's sons! then had my prize Been less; and so more equal ballasting To thee, Posthumus. Bel. [Aside. He wrings at some distress. Gui. 'Would, I could free't! Arv. Or I; whate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger! Gods! Imo. Great men, Hark, boys. [Whispering That had a court no bigger than this cave, Bel. (1) In, for into. It shall be so: (2) Unsteady. Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, less welcome. Imo. Thanks, sir. Arv. I pray, draw near. [Exeunt. SCENE VII-Rome. Enter two Senators and Tribunes. 1 Sen. This is the tenor of the emperor's writ: Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? Ay. With those legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be supplyant: The words of your commission Will tie you to the numbers, and the time Of their despatch. Tri. We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt ACT IV. Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for3 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean,) the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions :4 yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her father: who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage: but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is tied up safe: Out, sword, and to a sore purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit. SCENE II.—Before the cave. Enter, from the cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen. Bel. You are not well: [To Imogen.] remain here in the cave; We'll come to you after hunting. Arv. Are we not brothers? Imo. Brother, stay here: [To Imogen. So man and man should be; To seem to die, ere sick: So please you leave me ; Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here: Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis Stealing so poorly. Gui. I love thee; I have spoke it : How much the quantity, the weight as much, As I do love my father. 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! [Aside. O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. I am not their father; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.-'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn. Arv. Brother, farewell. Imo. I wish ye sport. Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court: The imperious2 seas breed monsters; for the dish, I am sick still; heart-sick :-Pisanio, Gui. I could not stir him: Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush. I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:-Hence. [Ere. Bel. and Arv. Soft! What are you More slavish did I ne'er, than answering A thing Thou art a robber, An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? Clo. Clo. My tailor made them not. Gui. Thou precious varlet, Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; I am loath to beat thee. Clo. Thou injurious thief, What's thy name? Hear but my name, and tremble. Clo. Cloten, thou villain. Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider, 'Twould move me sooner. Clo. To thy further fear, I'm sorry for't; not seeming Art not afear'd? Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know Clo. Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wise : At fools I laugh, not fear them. Clo. Die the death: When I have slain thee with my proper hand, I'll follow those that even now fled hence, And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads; Yield, rustic mountaineer. [Exeunt, fighting. Enter Belarius and Arviragus. Bel. No company's abroad. Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him, sure. (4) Spurs are the roots of trees. Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour! Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute, 'Twas very Cloten. Arv. In this place we left them: Being scarce made up, Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head. Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse, There was no money in't: Not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none: Bet I not doing this, the fool had borne My head as I do his. Bel. What hast thou done? Gui. I am perfect,2 what: cut off one Cloten's Son to the queen, after his own report; And set them on Lud's town. Bel. (As it is like him,) might break out, and swear He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable To come alone, either he so undertaking, 'Would I had done't, Arv. So the revenge alone pursued me!--Polydore, I love thee brotherly; but envy much, Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, revenges, That possible strength might meet, would seek us through, And put us to our answer. Bel. Well, 'tis done :We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Where there's no profit. I pr'ythee, to our rock; You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him To dinner presently. Arv. Poor sick Fidele! I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour, I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood, And praise myself for charity. [Exit. Bel. O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweat head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught; Civility not seen from other; valour, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange What Cloten's being here to us portends; Or what his death will bring us. Gui. Re-enter Guiderius. Where's my brother? It did not speak before. All solemn things Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear, Re-enter Arviragus, bearing Imogen as dead in his If we do fear this body hath a tail More perilous than the head. Arv. Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, My brother hath done well. Let ordinance I had no mind Bel. To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness Did make my way long forth.6 Gui. With his own sword, Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek Behind our rock; and let it to the sea, And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten : That's all I reck.7 [Exit. Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd: 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done't! though valour Becomes thee well enough. Bel. arms. Look, here he comes, Arv. Gui. O sweetest, fairest lily! My brother wears thee not the one half so well, As when thou grew'st thyself. Bel. O, melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crarel Might easiliest harbour in !-Thou blessed thing! Jove knows what man thou might'st have made; but I, (6) Did make my walk tedious. (7) Care. (8) Regain, restore. (9) Trifles. (10) A slow-sailing, unwieldy vessel. Answer'd my steps too loud. Gui. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee. Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor 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 ruddock3 would, With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Without a monument!) bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse. Gui. Is now due debt.-To the grave. Be't so: Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun, Consign' to thee, and come to dust. And renowned be thy grave !8 him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, more : Say, where shall's lay him? The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Gui. Cadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse Than priests and fanes that lie. Arv. We'll speak it then. Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: Together, have one dust; yet reverence Arv. east; [Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Imo. [Awaking] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the way? I thank you. By yon bush ?-Pray, how far thither? Ods pittikins!9 can it be six miles yet? I have gone all night:-'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. But, soft! no bedfellow :-O, gods and goddesses! [Seeing the body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't.-I hope, I dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so; I tremble still with fear: But if there be (6) Judgment. (7) Seal the same contract. (8) See W. Collins's song at the end of the Play. (9) This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity. (10) An arrow. (11) A face like Jove's. All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio? 'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them Enter Lucius, a Captain and other Officers, and a Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are here in readiness. Luc. But what from Rome? Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, That promise noble service: and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Sienna's brother. Luc. When expect you them? Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind. This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present [Aside. Thy name? Fidele. Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep And on it said a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee.My friends, The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can, And make him with our pikes and partisans A grave: Come, arm him.-Boy, he is preferr'd By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd, Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't-Now, sir, As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes; What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur-Some falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeunt. numbers pose? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision: (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus:I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spongy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends (Unless my sins abuse my divination,) Success to the Roman host. Luc. Dream often so, And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is here, Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime It was a worthy building.-How! a page!— Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather: For nature doth abhor to make his bed With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.→ Let's see the boy's face. Сар. He is alive, my lord. SCENE III-A room in Cymbeline's palace. A fever with the absence of her son; A madness, of which her life's in danger :-Heavens, Pis. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.-I nothing know where she remains, why gone, Young one, Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your high |