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Ere yon depart; and thanks, to stay and oat it.- yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my desBoys, bid him welcome.

pite. What mortality is ! Posthumus, thy head, Gui.

Were you a woman, youth, I which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall I should woo hard, but be your groom.-Iu bonesty, within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced ; I bid for you, as I'd buy.

thy garments cat to pieces before thy face, and all Arv.

I'll make't my comfort, this done, spara her home to her father: who may, He is a man; I'll love him as my brother : haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage : And such a welcome as I'd give to him,

but my mother, having power of his testiness, Aster long absence, such as yours:-Most wel- shall turn all into my commendations. My horse come!

is tied up safe : Oat, sword, and to a sore porpose! Be sprightly, for you fall ’mongst friends. Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very Imo.

'Mongst friends! description of their meeting-place; and the fellos If brothers ?-Would it had been so, tbat

dares not deceive me.

(Esit. they

[prize Had been my father's sons ? then had my Aside.

SCENE II.-Before the Care. Been less; and so more equal ballasting

Enter, from the Cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, To thee, Posthumus.

ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN. Bel.

He wrings at some distress. Bel. You are not well : (to Imogen) remain Gui. 'Would, I could free't!

here in the cave; Arv.

Or I; whate'er it be, We'll come to you after hunting. Wbat pain it cost, what danger! Gods!

Aru. Brother, stay here : (To Imogen.) Bel.

Hark, boys. (Whispering.) Are we not brothers ? Imo. Great men,

Imo.

So man and man should be ; That had a court no bigger than this cave,

Bat clay and clay differs in dignity,
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
Wbich their own conscience seal'd them, (laying by Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll'abide with hiin.
That nothing gift of differing multitudes,)

Imo. So sick I am not;-yet I am not well :
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods! But not so citizen a wanton, as
I'd change my sex to be companion with them, To seem to die, ere sick: So please you, leave me;
Since Leonatus' false.

Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom Bel. It shall be so :

Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in: Cannot amend me : Society is no comfort Discourse is heavy, fasting ;'when we have supp'd, To one not sociable: I'm not very sick, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,

Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here; So far as thou wilt speak it.

I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Gui.

Pray, draw near. Stealing so poorly. Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, Gui.

I love thee; I bave spoke it: less welcome.

How much the quantity, the weigbt as much,
Imo. Thanks, sir.

As I do love my father.
Aru.
I pray, draw near. [Exeunt. Bel.

What? how? how?

Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
Scene VII.-Rome.

In my good brother's fault: I know not why
Enter two Senators and Tribunes.

I love ihis youth ; and I have heard you say, 1 Sen. This is the tepour of the emperor's writ; Love's reason's without reason; the bier at door, That since the common men are now in action And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say, 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians;

My father, not this youth. And that the legions now in Gallia are

Bel.

O noble strain! (Aside.) Full weak to undertake our wars against

O worthiness of nature ! breed of greatness ! The fall'n-off Britons ; tbat we do incite

Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base : The gentry to this business: He creates

Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace.
Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes, I am not their father; yet who this should be,
For this immediate levy, he commands

Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.-
His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar ! 'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ?

Arv.

Brother, farewell. 2 Sen.

Ay.

Imo. I wish you sport. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?

Aru. Yon health. So please you, sir. 1 Sen.

With those legions Imo. (Aside.) These are kind creatures. Gods, Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy,

what lies I have heard ! Must be supplyant : The words of your commission Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court: Will tie you to the numbers, and the time

Experience, O, thou disprov'st report ! Of their despatch.

The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, Tri. We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt. Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. ACT IV.

I am sick still; heart sick :-Pisanio,

I'll now taste of thy drug.
SCENE I.The Forest, near the Cave.

Gui.

I could not stir him: Enter CLOTEN.

He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate; Clo. I am near to the place where they should Dishonestly aflicted, but yet honest. meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. "How fit Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, I might know more. who was made by him that made the tailor, not be Bel.

To the field, to the field :fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. for 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by tits. Arv. We'll not be long away. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it Bel.

Pray, be not sick, to myself, (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and For you must be our housewife. his glass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean,)

Imo.

Well, or ill, the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; I am bound to you. po less yonog, more strong, pot beneath him in

Bel. And so shall be ever. [Exit Imogen. fortunes, beyond bim in the advantage of the time. This yonth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath bad above him in birih, alike conversant in general Good ancestors. services, and more remarkable in single oppositions :

Aru.

How angel-like he sings!

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Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots | And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute, in characters;

'Twas very Cloten. And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been slok,

Arv.

In this plaoe we left them :
And he her dieter.

I wish my brother make good time with him,
Arv.
Nobly he yokes

You
say

he is so fell.
A smiling with a sigh : as if the sigh

Bel.

Being scaroe made up,
Was that it was, for not being such a smile; I mean, to man, he had not apprehension
The smile mocking the sigh, that it would dy of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment
From so divine a temple, to commix

Is oft the cause of fear: But see, thy brother.
With winds, that sailors rail at.

Re-enter GOIDERIUS, with Cloten's head. Gui.

I do note,

Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse,
That grief and patience, rooted in him both, There was no money in't: not Hercules
Mingle their spars together.

Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none :
Aru.

Grow, patience! Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine

My head, as I do his.
His perishing root, with the increasing vine !

Bel.

What hast thou done? Bel. It is great morning. Come; away.- Who's Gui. I am perfect,

what: cat offone Cloten's head, there?

Son to the queen, after his own report;
Enter CLOTEN,

Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore,
Clo. I cannot find those runagates ; that villain With his own single hand he'd take us in,
Hath mock'd me :-I am faint.

Displace our heads, where (thank the gods !) they
Bel.

Those runagates!
And set them on Lud's town.

(grow, Means be not us? I partly know him ; 'tis

Bel.

We are all undone.
Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush. Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose,
I saw him not these many years, and yet

But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law
I know 'tis he :-We are held as outlaws : Protects not us: Then why should we be tender,
Hence.

To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us;
Gui. He is bot one: You and my brother search Play judge, and executioner, all himself;
What companies are near: pray you, away;

For we do fear the law? What company
Let me alone with him. (Exeunt Bel. and Arv. Discover you abroad?
Clo.
Soft? what are you

Bel.

No single soul
That fly me thas? some villain mountaineers ? Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason,
I have heard of such.-What slave art thou ? He must have some attendants. Though his humour
Gui.

A thing Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that
More slavish did I ne'er, than answering

From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not
A slave without a knock.

Absolute madness could so far have rav'd,
Clo.

Thou art a robber, To bring him here alone: Although, perhaps,
A law-breaker, a villain :-Yield thee, thief. It may be heard at court, that such as we
Gui. To who? to thee? Wbat art thou? Have Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time
not I

May make some stronger head: the which he hearing,
An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big?

(As it is like him,) might break out, and swear
Thy words, 1 grant, are bigger; for I wear not He'd fetch us in ; yet is't not probable
My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; To come alone, either be so undertaking,
Why I should yield to thee?

Or they so suffering : then on good ground we fear,
Clo.

Thon villain base, If we do fear this body hath a tail
Know'st me not by my clothes ?

More perilous than the head.
Gui.
No, nor thy tailor, rascal, Aru.

Let ordinance
Who is thy grandfather : he made those clothes, Come as the gods foresay it: howso'er,
Which, as it seems, make thee ?

My brother hath done well.
co,
Thou precious varlet,
Bel.

I had no mind
My tailor made them not.

To hunt this day : the boy Fidele's sickness
Gui,

Hence then, and thank Did make my way long forth.
The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; Gui,

With his own sword,
I am loath to beat thee.

Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en Clo.

Tbou injurious thief, His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek
Hear but my name, and tremble.

Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,
Gui.

What's thy name? And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten :
Clo. Cloten, thou villain.

That's all I reck.

[Exit. Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, Bel.

I fear 'twill be reveng’d: I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider, 'Would, Polydore, thou had’st not done't! though "Twould move me sooner.

Becomes thee well enough.

[valour Clo. To thy farther fear, Arv.

'Would I had done't,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know So the revenge alone pursaed me!-Polydore,
I'm son to the queen.

I love thee brotherly, but envy much,
Gui.

I'm sorry for't; not seeming Thou hast robb’d me of this deed: I would, revenges,
So worthy as thy birth.

That possible strength might meet, would seek us
Clo.
Art not afeard ? (wise : And put us to our answer.

[through, Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the Bel.

Well, 'tis done: At fools I laugh, not fear them.

We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Co.

Die the death : Where there's no profit. I pr’ythee, to our rock;
When I have slain thee with my proper band, You and Fidele play the cooks : I'll stay
I'll follow those that even now fled hence,

Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him
And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads : To dinper presently.
Yield, rostic mountaineer. (Exeunt fighting. Aru.

Poor sick Fidele!
Enter BELARIUS and AVIRAGUS.

I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour,
Bel. No company's abroad.

(sure. I'd let a parish of sach Clotens' blood,
Arv, None in the world: You did mistake him, And praise myself for charity.

[Exit. Bel. I cannot tell : Long is it since I saw him, Bel.

O thou goddess, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st Which then he wore; the spatches in his voice, In these two princely boys! They are as gentle

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Aru.

As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,

Aru.

Say, where shall's lay him? Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother. Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind, Aru.

Be't sa; That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And let us, Polydore, though now our voices And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, That an invisible instinct should frame them As once our mother; use like note, and words, To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught;

Save that Euripbile must be Fidele. Civility not seen from other ; valour,

Gui. Cadwal, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee : As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange, For notes of sorrow, out of tone, are worse What Cloten's being here to us portends ;

Than priests and fanes that lie, Or what his death will bring us.

Arv.

We'll speak it theo. Re-enter GUIDERIUS.

Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine ihe less : for

Cloten Gui.

Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpole down the stream,

Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: In embassy to his mother: bis body's hostage

And, though he came our enemy, remember, For his return.

(Solemn music.)

He was paid for that: Though mean and mights, Bel. My ingenious instrument!

rotting Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion

Together, have one dust; yet reverence, Hath Cadwal now to give it motion! Hark!

(That angel of the world,) doth make distioction Gui. Is be at home?

of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; Bel. He went hence even now.

And though you took his life, as being our foe, Gui. What does be mean? since death of my Yet bury him as a prince. dear'st mother

Gui.

Pray you, fetch him bither. It did not speak before. All solemn things

Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,

When neither are alire.
Should answer solemn accidents. The matter?
Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,

Arv.

If you'll go fetch him, Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys,

We'll say our song the whilsi.—Brother, begin. Is Cadwal mad?

[Exit Belarius,

Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east, Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing Imogen, as dead, in My father hath a reason for't. his arms.

Arv.

'Tis true. Bel. Look, here he comes,

Gui. Come on then, and remove him. And brings the dire occasion in his arms,

So,- Begin. Of what we blame him for!

SONG. Arv.

The bird is dead, Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun, That we have made so much on. I had rather

Nor the furious winter's rages; Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, Thou thy wordly task hast done, To have turn'd my leaping time into a crutch,

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Than have seen this.

Golden lads and girls all must
Gui.

O sweetest, fairest lily! As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
My brother wears thee not the one half so well,
As when thou grew'st thyself.

Arv. Fear no more the froron o'the great, Bel.

0, melancholy !

Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;

Care no more to clothe, and eat;
Who ever yet could sound thy bottom ? find
The ooze, to shew what coast ihy sluggish crare

To the the reed is as the oak:
Might easiliest barbour in?- Thou blessed thing!

The sceptre, learning, physic, must
Jove knows wbat man thou might'st have made ; but

Al follow this, and come to dust.
Thou died'st, a most rare boy, of melancholy !- [I, Gui. Fear no more the light'ning flash,
How found you him?

Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Arv.
Stark, as you see :

Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash:
Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: bis right cheek Both. All lovers young, all lovers must
Reposing on a cushion.

Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Gui,
Where?

Gui. No exorciser harm thee!
Arv.

O'the floor;

Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee! His arms thus leagu'd : I thought, he slept; and put

Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee? My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness

Arv. Nothing ill come near thee!
Answer'd my steps too loud.

Both. Quiet consummation have;
Gui.
Why, he but sleeps :

And renowned be thy grave!
If he be gone, he'll make bis grave a bed ;
With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,

Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of Cloteg. And worms will not come to thee.

Gui. We have done our obsequies; Come lay Arv. With fairest flowers, him down.

(more: Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, Bel. Here's a few flowers; but abont midnigbt, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The berbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor Are strewings fitt'st for graves. -- Upon their The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor

faces :The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so Out-sweeten d not thy breath : the ruddock would, These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming

Come on, away: apart upon your knees. Those rich left beirs, that let their fathers lie The ground, that gave them first, has them again : Without a monument!) bring thee all this; Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. Yea, and furr’d moss besides, when flowers are none, [Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Arriragus. To winter-ground thy corse.

Imo. (Awaking.) Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Gui. Pr’ythee have done ; Which is the way?

(ther? And do not play in weuch-like words with that

I thank you.-By yon bush?—Pray, how far thiWhich is so serious. Let us bury bim,

'Ods pittikens !--can it be six miles yet !And not protract with admiration what

I have gone all night:--'Faith, I'll lie down and Is now due debt.-To the grave.

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Bat, soft! po bedfellow :-0, gods and goddesses! Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he,

(Seeing the body.) That, otherwise than noble nature did, These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest This bloody man the care on't.-I hope, I dream; In this sad wreck ? How came it? Who is it? For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,

What art thou ? And cook to honest creatures: But-'tis not so; Imo.

I am nothing: or if not, 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Nothing to be were better. This was my master, Which the brain makes of fames: Our very eyes A very valiant Britain, and a good, Are sometimes like our judgments, blind.' Good That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! faith,

There are no more such masters : I may wander I tremble still with fear: Bat if there be

From east to occident, cry out for service, Yet lest in heaven as small a drop of pity

Try many, all good, serve truly, never As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!

Find such another master. The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is Luc.

'Lack, good youth! Without me, as within me; not imagin’d, felt. Thou mov'st po less with thy complaining, than A beadless man!—The garments of Posthumus! Thy master in bleeding; say his name, good friend, I know the shape of bis leg: this is his hand; İmo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do His foot Mercurial : his Martial thigh;

No harm by it, though the go Is hear, I hope The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face They'll pardon it. Say you, sir? Aside.) Murder in heaven?-How?—'tis gone.-Pisanio, Luc.

Thy name?
All curses madded Hecuba

gave
the Greeks,
Imo.

Fidele.
And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thon, Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same:
Conspir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten, Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name.
Hast here cut off my lord.-To write, and read, Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say,
Be henceforth treacherous !-Damn'd Pisanio. Thou shalt be so well master'd; but be sure,
Hath with his forged letters,- damn'a Pisanio No less belov’d. The Roman emperor's letters,
From this most bravest vessel of the world Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
Struck the main-top?–0, Posthumus! alas, Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me.
Where is thy head? where's that ? Ah me! where's Imo. I'll follow,sir. But first, an't please the gods,
that?

I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, As these poor pickaxes can dig: and when And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio? With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd 'Tis be, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them

his grave,
Have laid this woe here. 0, 'tis pregnant, pregnant! | And on it said a century of prayers,
The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh,
And cordial to me, have I not found it

And, leaving so his service, follow you,
Murd'rous to the senses ? that confirms it home : So please you entertain me.
This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's ! 0!~

Luc.

Ay, good youth; Give colour to my, pale cheek with thy blood, And rather father thee, than master thee.That we the horrider may seem to those

My friends, Which chance to find us : 0, my lord, my lord ! The boy hath taught us many duties : Let us Enter Lucius, a Captain, and other Officers, and a Find out the prettiest daizied plot we can, Soothsayer.

And make him with our pikes and partisans Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, A grave: Come, arm him.- Boy, he is prefer'd After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending By thee to us; and he shall be interr’d, You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships :

As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes : They are here in readiness.

Some falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeunt,
Luc.
But what from Rome?

Scene III.-A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.
Cap. The senate bath stirr'd up the continers,
And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits,

Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, and PISANIO.
That promise noble service; and they come

Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her.
Under the conduct of bold Iachimo,

A fever with the absence of her son ;
Sienna's brother.

Amadness, of which herlife's in danger:- Heavens,
Luc.

When expect you them? How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind.

The great part of my comfort, gone : my queen
Lue.

This forwardness Upon a desperate bed; and in a time,
Makes our hopes fair. Command our present num-

When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, bers

So needful for this present: It strikes me, past Be muster’d; bid the captains look to't.-Now, sir, The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur- Who needs must know of her departure, and pose ?

[vision: Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee Sooth. Last night the very gods shew'd me a By a sharp torture. (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus: Pis.

Sir, my life is yours, saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, From the spungy south to this part of the west, I nothing know, where she remains, why gone, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends, Nor when she purposes return. (Unless my sins abuse my divination,)

bigbness,
Success to the Roman host.

Hold me your loyal servant.
Luc.

Dream often so,
1 Lord.

Good my liege,
And never false.—Soft, ho! what trunk is here, The day that she was missing, he was bere:
Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
It was a worthy building.—How! a page! - All parts of his subjection loyally.
Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather: For Cloten,
For nature dotb abhor to make his bed

There wants no diligence in seeking him,
With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.

And will, no doubt, be found.
Let's see the boy's face.

Cym.

The time's troublesome :
Cap. He is alive, my lord. [one, We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy
Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.-Young

(To Pisanio.) Informs us of thy fortunes; for it seems,

Does yet depend.
They crave to be demanded : Who is this,

1 Lord.

So please your majesty,

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The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,

Gui.

By heavens, I'll go: Are landed on your coast; with a supply

Il you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.

I'll take the better care; but if you will not, Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and quoen ! The hazard therefore due fall on me, by I am amaz'd with matter.

The hands of Romans ! 1 Lord. Good my liege,

Aru.

So say I ; Amen. Your preparation can affront no less

Bel. No reason I, since on your lives you set Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're So slight a valuation, should reserve ready:

My crack'd one to more care. Hare with you, boys: The want is, but to put those powers in motion, If in your country wars you chance to die, That long to move.

That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie : Cym.

I thank you : Let's withdraw; Lead, lead.--The time seems long; their blood And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not

thinks scorn,

(Ande.) What can from Italy annoy us; but

Till it fly out, and shew them princes born. [Eseuri. We grieve at chances here.-Away. [Exeunt.

ACT V. Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since

SCENE I.-A Field between the British and Rosa I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange:

Camps. Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise

Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody handkerchef. To yield me often tidings: Neither know I What is betid to Cloten ; but remain

Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I

wish'd Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true.

Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married These present wars shall find I love my country,

If each of you would take this course, bow many Even to tbe note o'the king, or I'll fall in them.

Must murder wives much better than themselves, All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd:

For wrying but a little !-0, Pisanio! Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd. Every good servant does not all commands:

[Exit.

No bond, but to do just ones.-Gods! if you SCENE IV.-Before the Cave.

Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I Beter Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.

Had liv'd to put on this : so bad you saved
The noble Imogen to repent;

and struck
Gui. The noise is round about us.
Bel.

Let us from it. Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. Bat, Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it You snatch some hence for little faults; that's

alack,

[love, From action and adventure?

To bave them fall no more : you some permit
Gui.
Nay, what hope

To second ills with ills, each elder worse ;
Have we in hiding us ? this way, the Romans
Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us

And make them dread it to the doer's thrift.
For barbarous and unnatural revolts

Bat Imogen is your own: Do your best wills, During their use, and slay us after.

And make me bless'd to obey!- I am brought bither Bel.

Sons,

Among the Italian gentry, and to fight We'll higher to the mountains'; there secure as.

Against my lady's Kingdom: 'Tis enough,

That. Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress ; peace! To the king's party there's no going: newness Or Cloten's death (we being not known,not muster'd Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me

I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good hearers, Among the bands) may drive us to a render Where we bave liv'd, and so extort from us

Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself That which we've done, whose answer would be Against the part come with; so I'll die

As does a Briton peasant: so I'll light, Drawn on with torture.

[death Gui. This is, sir, a doubt,

For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life In such a time, nothing becoming you,

Is, every breath, a death: and thus, unknown, Nor satisfying us.

Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril
Ary.
It is not likely,

Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,

More valour in me, than my habits shew. Behold their quarter'd fires, bave both their eyes

Gods, put the strength o'the Leonati in me! And ears so cloy'd importantly as vow,

To shame the guise o'the world, I will begin That tbey will waste their time upon our note,

The fashion, less without, and more within. (Eril.

SCENE II.-The same.
To know from whence we are.
Bel.

0, I am known Enter, at one side, Lucius, LaChino, and the RoOf many in the army: many years,

[him

man army; at the other side, the British arms;

LEONATOS POSTHUMUS following it, like a poor Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore From my remembranoe. And, besides, the king

soldier. They march over, and go out. Alarums. Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves ;

Then enter ajain in skirmish, IACHIMO and PostWho find in my exile the wapt of breeding,

AUMUS; he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachino,

and then leaves him. The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd,

Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Bat to be still hot summer's tanlings, and

Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, The shrinking slaves of winter.

The princess of this country, and the air on't Gui

Revengingly enfeebles me; Or could this carl, Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:

A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me, I and my brother are not known; yourself,

In my profession? Knighthoods and hopoars. So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,

As I wear mine, are titles ut of scorn. (borne Cannot be question'd.

If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
Arv.
By this sun that shines,

This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds
I'U thither : What thing is it, that I never

Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods. [Erit. Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood, The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison? is taken; then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, Never bestrid a borse, save one, that had

GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGES. A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel

Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd

the ground; To look upon the holy san, to have

The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but
The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining The villany of our fears.
So long a poor unknown.

Gui.& Are.

Stand, stand, and fight'

Tban be so,

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