To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch, Guiderius. O sweetest, fairest lily! My brother wears thee not the one half so well As when thou grew'st thyself. Belarius. O melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I, How found you him? Arviragus. Stark, as you see: Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at; his right cheek Guiderius. Arviragus. Where? O' the floor, His arms thus leagued; I thought he slept, and put Guiderius. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he 'll make his grave a bed; Arviragus. With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, 210 220 Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse. Guiderius. Prithee, 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! Arviragus. 230 Say, where shall 's lay him? Guiderius. By good Euriphile, our mother. And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Be 't so; Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, Guiderius. Cadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee; Than priests and fanes that lie. Arviragus. We'll speak it, then. 240 Belarius. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less; for Clo ten 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 That angel of the world, doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin. 250 [Exit Belarius. Guiderius. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east ; My father hath a reason for 't. Arviragus. 'T is true. Guiderius. Come on then, and remove him. Arviragus. Song. Guiderius. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; So, begin. Thou thy worldly task hast done, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arviragus. Fear no more the frown o' the great; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must Guiderius. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Consign to thee, and come to dust. Guiderius. No exorciser harm thee! Arviragus. Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Both. And renowned be thy grave! 260 270 280 Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of CLOTEN. Guiderius. We have done our obsequies. Come, lay him down. Belarius. Here's a few flowers; but 'bout midnight more: The ground that gave them first has them again; 290 [Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Imogen. [Awaking] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way? I thank you. By yond bush?-Pray, how far thither? I have gone all night. Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. [Seeing the body of Cloten. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; And cook to honest creatures: but 't is not so; Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith, 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 300 310 Conspir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten, Struck the main-top!-O Posthumus! alas, And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio? 'T is he and Cloten; malice and lucre in them Murtherous to the senses? That confirms it home; Which chance to find us! O, my lord, my lord! 320 330 [Falls on the body. Enter LUCIUS, a Captain and other Officers, and a Soothsayer. Captain. 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 in readiness. Lucius. But what from Rome? Captain. 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. Lucius. When expect you them? Captain. With the next benefit o' the wind. Lucius. 340 This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers |