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His head from him. I'll throw it into the creek Might easiliest harbour in? — Thou blessed thing!
Jove knows what man thou might'st have made; buti,
(Exit. How found you him? Bel. I fear 'twill be reveng’d:
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.
His 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; por Arv. Poor sick Fidele!
The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor l'll willingly to him: to gain his colour,
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 !
drv. 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.
Arv. We'll speak it then.
And, though he came our enemy, remember,
lie 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!
(L'zit Belaries; 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 ruges ;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
IIome art gone, and ta'en thy wages :
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dirst.
Thy master in bleeding. Say his name, good friend! Thaa thine own worth prefer thee. Go with me!
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strep't
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 The sceptre, learning, physic, must
a Soothsayer. All follow this, and come to dust.
Cup. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, Gai. Fear no more the lightning flash,
After your will, have cross'd the sea: attending Arv, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
You here at Milford - Hlaven, with your ships: Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash:
They are bere in readiness.
Luc. But what from Rome?
Cap. The senate hath stirr'd ap the cónfiners,
And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits,
That promise noble service; and they come
Under the conduct of bold Iachimo,
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 Clotex. Be muster'd; 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
Sooth. Last night the very gods slow'd me a vision:
Success to the Roman host.
Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather:
(Seeing the body. Luc.He'll then instructus of this body.--Yonbg ore,
Thon mak’st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he,
Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest
Imo. I am nothing; or if not,
A very valiant Briton, and a good,
Find such another master.
' no less with thy complaining, than
If I do lie, and do
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same
Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name Where is thy head? where's that? Ah me! Where's Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say, that?
Thou shalt be so well master'd; but be sure,
As these poor pickaxes can dig: and when
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,
[Exit. 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
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 deserv'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 so,
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,
l'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 ?
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!
If 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 I, since on your lives you set
So slight a valuation, should reserve
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,
[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:
Gods! if you
Some, slain before; some, dying; some, their friends
Jach. 'Tis their fresh supplies.
Luc. It is a day taru'd strangely: or betimes
(Exeunt. camps. Enter Postitve's, with a bloody handkerchief; SCENE III. – Another part of the field. Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd Enter Posthuyts, and a British Lord. Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones, Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the If each of you would take this course, low many stand? Must murder wives much better than themselves, Post. I did: For wrying but a little! - 0, Pisanio!
Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. Every good servant does not all commands:
Lord. I did. No bond, but to do just ones.
Post. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, Should have ta’en vengeance on my faults, I never Put that the heavens fought. The king himself Had liv'd to put on this: so had you saved Of his wings destitute, the army broken, The noble Imogen to repent; and struck
And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. Put, alack! Through a strait lane; the enemy full-hearted, You snatch some hence for little fanits; that's love, Lolling the tongne with slaughtering, having work To have them fall no more: you some permit
More plentiful, than tools to do't, struck down To second ills with ills, each elder worse; Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling And make them dread it to the doer's thrift.
Merely through fear; that the straight pass was But Imogen is your own. Do your best wills,
damm'a And make me bless'd to obey ! - I am brought hither With death men, hurt behind, and covards living Among the Italian gentry, and to fight
To die with lengthen'd slame. Against my lady's kingdom : 'tis enough,
Lord. Where was this lane? That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace!
Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good hea turf; vens,
Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier, Hear patiently my purpose! I'll disrobe me
An honest one, I warrant; who desery'd Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself
So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, As does a Briton peasant! so I'll fight
In doing this for his country;
athwart the lane, Against the part I come with! so l'll die
He, with two striplings, (lads more like to run For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life The country base, than to commit such slaughter; Is, every breath, a death! and thus, unknowo,
With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer, Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril
Than those for preservation cas’d, or shame, Myself I'll dedicate! Let me make men know
Made good the passage; cry'd to those that led, More valour in me, than my habits show!
Our Bricon's haris die flying, noe our men;
To darkness fleet, souls that fly backwards. Stand! The fashion, less without, and more within! (Exit. Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may saray
Or we are Romans, and will give you that
But to look back in frown : stand, stund! – These
three, Enter, at one side, Lucius, lacuno, and the Ro- Three thousand confident, in act as many, man army; at the other side, the British army; (for three performers are the file, when all Leonatus Postitutes following it, like a poor sol- The rest do nothing.) with this word, stand, stanch dier. They march over, and go out. Alarums. Then Accommodated by the place, more charming, enter again, in skirmish, lacuino and PostuumUS; With their own nobleness, (which could have turn i he vanquisheth and disormeth lacuno, and then a distafl
' to a lance,) gilded pale looks, leaves him.
Part, shame, part, spirit renew'd; that some, tura'd lach. The leaviness and guilt within my bosom coward Takes oif my manhood: I have belied a lady, But by example, (0, a sir in war, The princess of this country, and the air on't Damn’d in the first beginners !) 'gan to look Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl, The way that they did, and to grin like lions A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me, Upon the pikes o'the hunters. Then began In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne A stop i'the chaser, a retire; anon, As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
A rout, confusion thick. Forthwith, they fly If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
Chickens , the way which they stoop'd eagles i This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds
slaves, Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods. The strides they victors made: and now ou
(Exit. cowards The battle continues; the Britons fly; Cymbeline (Like fragments in hard voyages,) became
is taken ; then enter, to his rescue, Belarus, Gui- The life o'the need; having found the back-door DERICS and ARVTRAGUS. Bel
. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the of the unguarded hearts, Heavens, how they woord
ground; The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but O’er-borne i'the former 'wave: ten, chac'd by one, The villainy of our fears.
Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty: Gui.et Arv. Stand, stand, and fight!
Those, that would die or ere resist, are gropa
A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys!
Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon's,
And vent it for a mockery? Here is one:
Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent?
If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take
No stricter render of me, than my all.
Who of their broken debtors take a third,
On their abatement; that's not my desire:
(Exit. For Imogen's dear life, take mine; and though Post. Still going?- This is a lord! O noble mi- 'Tis not so dear, yet ’tis a life; you coin'd it :
"Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp;
[Ie sleeps. ster,
Solemn inusic. Enter, as an apparition, Sicilius 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, LEONATUS, father to PostuunCs, an old Man, ao Sweet words; or hath more ministers, than we tired like a warrior; leading in his hand an anThat draw his knivesi'the war. Well, I will find cient Matron, his wife, and mother to PostiumCS, him !
with Music before them. Then, after other Music, For being now a favourer to the Roman,
follow the two young Leonati, brothers to PostNo more a Briton, I have re-sum'd again
ITC uts, with wounds, as they died in the wais. The part I came in. Fight I will no more,
They circle POSTHUMUS round, as he lies sleeping:
Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, show
With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,
Rates and revenges.
Whose face I never saw?
2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, Thou orphans' father art,)
Thou should'st have been, and shielded him
From this earth-vexing smart,
But took me in my throes;
That from me was Posthumns ript,
A thing of pity!
Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,
Moulded the stuff so fair,
As great Sicilius' heir.
In Britain where was he
Or fruitful object be
Could deem his dignity ?
Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mock’d,
To be exíl’d, and thrown
Sici. Why did you sufler Iachimo,
With needless jealousy;
O'the other's villainy?
That, striking in our country's cause,
Our fealty, and Tenantius' right,
With honour to maintain.
To Cymbeline perform'd: