That nothing gift of differing multitudes),
Could not out-peep these twain.

gods!

Pardon me,

I'd charge my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus' false.

Bel. It shall be so:

[in:
Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come
Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd,
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak it.

Gui. Pray, draw near.

Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, less welcome.

Imo. Thanks, sir.

Arv. I pray, draw near.

SCENE VII. ROME.

Enter two Senators and Tribunes.

That since the common men are now in action
'Gainst the Pannouians and Dalmatians;
And that the legions now in Gallia are
Full weak to undertake our wars against
The fallen-off Britons; that we do incite
The gentry to this business: he creates
Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes,
For this immediate levy, he commands
His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar!
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces?
2 Sen. Ay.

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia
1 Sen. With those legions

Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
[exeunt. Must be supplyant: the words of your commission
Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
Of their despatch.

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 (saying reverence of the word) for 'tis said, a woman's fitness come 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: 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 coinmendations. 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. Enter, from the cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen.

SCENE II. BEFORE THE CAVE.

Bel. You are not well: [to Imogen] remain here in the cave;

We'll come to you after hunting

Arv. Brother, stay here:

Are we not brothers ?

[to Imogen.

Imo. So man and man should be;
But clay and clay differs in dignity,
Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.

Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.
Imo. So sick I am not ;-yet I am not well:
But not so citizen a wanton, as

To seem to die, ere sick: so please you, leave me;
Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom

Tri. We will discharge our duty.

IV.

Lexeunt.

Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me
Cannot amend me: society is no comfort
To one not sociable: I'm not very sick,
Since I can reason by it. Pray you. trust me
here;

I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,
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:
[grace.
Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt and
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.
Arv. You health.

Gods,

So please you, sir.
Imo. [aside] These are kind creatures.
what lies I have heard!
Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court:
Experience, O, thou disprov'st report!
The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish,
Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.

I am sick still: heart-sick:-Pisanio,
I'll now taste of thy drug.

Gui. I could not stir him

He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.

Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said hereafter
I might know more.

Bel. To the field, to the field:

We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest
Arv. We'll not be long away.
Bel. Pray, be not sick,
For you must be our housewife.

He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable
To come alone, either he so undertaking,

All solemn things

It did not speak before.
Should answer solemn accidents. The matter?

Or they so suffering: then on good ground we Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,

fear,

If we do fear this body hath a tail

More perilous than the head.

Arv. Let ordinance

Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er,

My brother hath done well.

Bel. I had no mind

To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness

Did make my way long forth.

Gui. With his own sword,

Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys.

That we have made so much on. I had rather
Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty,

Which he did wave against my throat, I have To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch,

Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, How found you him?

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 sweet 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.

Re-enter Guiderius.

Gui. Where's my brother?

I have sent Cloten's clotpole down the stream,
In embassy to his mother: his body's hostage
For his return.
[solemn music.

Bel. My ingenious instrument!

Hark, Polydore, it sounds!

But what occasion

Hath Cadwal now to give it motion; Hark!

Gui. Is he at home?

Bel. He went hence even now.

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 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
To winter-ground thy corse.
[none,

Gui. Pr'ythee, have done;

And do not play in wench-like words with that
Which is so serious. Let us bury him,
And not protract with admiration what
Is now due debt.-To the grave.

Arv. Say, where shall's lay him?

Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother.
Arv. Be't so;

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.

Gui. What does he mean? since death of my Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.

dear'st mother

Gui. Cadwal,

I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: | But, soft! no bed-fellow :-O, gods and godFor notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse

Than priests and fanes that lie.

Arv. We'll speak it then.

desses! [seeing the body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't.—I hope, I dream;

Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,

for Cloten

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 sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Gut. 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, and come to dust.
Gui. No exorciser harm thee!!
Aru. 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!

Re-enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten. Gui. We have done our obsequies: come, lay him down. [more: Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night,

[faces:

Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-Upon their
You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so
These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.—
Come on, away: apart upon your knees.
The ground, that gave them first, has them again:
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.

[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?

And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so;
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
Which the brain makes of fumes: our very eyes
Are sometimes like our judgements, blind. Good
faith,

I tremble still with fear: but if there be
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is
Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt.
A headless man !-The garments of Posthúmus!
I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand
His foot Mercurial; his martial thigh;
The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face—
Murder in heaven?-How?-'Tis gone.-Pis-

anio,

All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
Conspir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten,
Hast here cut off my lord.-To write, and read,
Be henceforth treacherous!-Damn'd Pisanio
Hath with his forged letters-damn'd Pisanio-
From this most bravest vessel of the world
Struck the main-top!-O, Posthúmus! alas,
Where is thy head? where's that? Ah, me!
where's that?

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 Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant,

pregnant

The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious
And cordial to me, have I not found it
Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home:
This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!-
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
That we the horrider may seem to those
Which chance to find us; O, my lord, my lord!
Enter Lucius, a Captain, &c. and Soothsayer.
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.
Luc. This forwardness
Makes our hopes fair.

numbers

Command our present [sir, Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose? [vision: Ods pittikins!-can it be six miles yet? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a I have gone all night;-'Faith, I'll lie down and (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence :) Thus sleep.

I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd

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