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Aro.

O'the floor;

His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept; and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness

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 ruddock 51 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.

Prythee, have done;

And do not play in wench-like words with that

Which is so serious. Let us bury him,

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And let us, Polydore, though now our voices

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.

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;
And, though he came our enemy, remember,

He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty,

rotting

Together, have one dust; yet reverence,

(That angel of the world,) doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; And though you took his life, as being our foe,

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We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin.

[Exit Belarius.

Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the

east;

My father hath a reason for't.

Arv.

'Tis true.

Gui. Come on then, and remove him.
Arv.

So,-Begin.

SONG.

Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;

Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak: The scepter, learning, physick, must All follow this, and come to dust.

Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash;
Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
Both. All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee 52, and come to dust.

Gui. No exorciser harm thee !
Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Arv. Nothing ill come near thee!
Both. Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!

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