Come; away.-35

2 Gentle implies well-born, of birth above the vulgar. word for the fibres of a tree. 4 A Gallicifm. Grand-joyr, To take in means, here, to conquer, to subdue.

Difplace our heads, where thank the gods they grow,
And fet them on Lud's town.

Bel. We are all undone.

Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lofe,
But, that he fwore to take, our lives? The law
Protects not us; Then why should we be tender,
To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us?
Play judge, and executioner, all himself?
For we do fear the law? What company
Discover you abroad?

Bel. No fingle foul

I'd let a parish of fuch Cloten's blood,
And praise myself for charity.

Bel. O thou goddess,

[Exit.

Thou divine Nature, how thyfelf thou blazon'ft
5 In thefe two princely boys! They are as gentle
As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,
Not wagging his fweet head; and yet as rough,
Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rudeft wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
to And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful,
That an invifible instinct should frame them
To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught;
Civility not feen from other; valour,
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been fow'd! Yet ftill it's ftrange,
What Cloten's being here to us portends;
Or what his death will bring us.

15

Can we fet eye on, but, in all fafe reafon,
He must have fome attendants. Though his honour
Was nothing but mutation 2; ay, and that
From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not
Abfolute madness could fo far have rav'd,
To bring him here alone: Although, perhaps,
It may be heard at court, that such as we
Cave here, hunt here, are out-laws, and in time
May make some stronger head; the which he 20

Re-enter Guiderius.

Guid. Where's my brother?

I have fent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream,
In embassy to his mother; his body's hoftage
For his return.
[Solemn mufic.

Bel. My ingenious instrument!

Or they fo fuffering: then on good ground we fear; 25 Hark, Polydore, it founds! But what occafion

1 For is here ufed in the fenfe of because. 2 That is, The only notion he had of honour was the fashion, which was perpetually changing. 3 i. e. Fidele's fickness made my walk forth from the cave tedious. + i.e. fuch pursuit of vengeance as fell within any poffibility of oppofition. 5 A crare is a finall trading veffel, called in the Latin of the middle ages crayera. The word often occurs in Holinfhed. The meaning is, "Jove knows what man thou might'st have made, but I knowo

thou dy'dft."

Not

40 The herbs, that have on them cold dew o' the
Are ftrewings fitt'st.for graves.--Upon their faces: --
You were as flowers, now wither'd; even fo
Thefe herb'lets fhall, which we upon you ftrow.
Come on, away: apart upon our knees.

He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty 45 The ground, that gave them first, has them again:

Clouted, brogues are shoes ftrengthened with clout or bob-nails. In fome parts of England, thin plates of iron called clouts are likewife fixed to the fhoes of ploughmen. 2 The ruddock is the red-breaft,

to which bird the office of covering the dead is afcribed. 3 Paid is here used for punished. 4 Meaning, that reverence, or due regard to subordination, is the power which keeps peace and order in the world. 5 To confign to thee, is to feal the fame contraff with thee, i. e. add their names to thine upon. the register of death. This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity.

This bloody man, the care on't.-I hope, I dream
For, fo, I thought I was a cave-keeper,
And cook to honeft creatures: but 'tis not fo;
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, fhot at nothing,
Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes
Are fometimes like our judgments, blind. Good

faith,

I tremble ftill with fear: But if there be
Yet left in heaven as fmall a drop of pity
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
The dream's here ftill: even when I wake, it is
Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt.
A headlefs man!-
-The garments of Pofthumus!

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.-Pifanio,
All curfes madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
Confpir'd with that irregulous 2 devil, Cloten,
Haft here cut off my lord.-To write, and read,
Be henceforth treacherous !Damn'd Pifanio
Hath with his forged letters,-damn'd Pifanio-
From this most bravest veffel of the world
Struck the main top!-O, Pofthumus alas,
Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me!
where's that?

Pifanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, [nio?
And left this head on.-How fhould this be? Pifa-
"Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them
Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, preg-
nant!
[cious

Luc. He'll then inftruct us of this body.-Young

15 Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems,

They crave to be demanded: Who is this,
Thou mak'ft thy bloody pillow? Or who is he,
That otherwife than noble nature did 4,
Hath alter'd that good picture ? What's thy intereft
20 In this fad wreck? How came it? Who is it?
What art thou?

The drug he gave me, which, he faid, was pre-
And cordial to me, have I not found it
Murd'rous to the fenfes? That confirms it home :35
This is Pifanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
That we the horrider may feem to thofe
Which chance to find us: O, my lord! my lord!

Enter Lucius, Captains, &c. and a Soothsayer.
Cap. To them, the legions garrifon'd in Gallia,
After your will, have crofs'd the fea; attending
You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships:
They are in readiness.

Luc. But what from Rome?

Cap. The fenate hath stirr'd up the confiners,
And gentlemen of Italy; moft willing spirits,
That promife noble fervice; and they come
Under the conduct of bold Iachimo,
Syenna's brother.

Luc. When expect you them?

Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind.
Luc. This forwardness

[numbers

4

Luc. 'Lack, good youth!

Thou mov'ft no less with thy complaining, than
Thy master in bleeding: Say his name, good friend.
Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lye, and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope

They'll pardon it. Say you, fir?

Luc. Thy name?

Imo. Fidele, fir.

Luc. Thou doft approve thyself the very fame:
Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not fay,
Thou shalt be fo well master'd; but, be sure,
No lefs belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters,
Sent by a conful to me, should not fooner
45 Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me.
Imo. I'll follow, fir. But, firft, an't please the
gods,

I'll hide my mafter from the flies, as deep
As thefe poor pick-axes 5 can dig: and when
50 With wild wood leaves and weeds I have ftrew'd

Jovial face fignifies in this place, fuch a face as belongs to Jove. 3. e. the gods themselves. 4i, made, or did it.

2 i. e. lawless, licentious.

5 Meaning her fingers.

A grave:

I humbly fet it at your will: But, for my miftrefs, 25 To the king's party there's no going: newness

I nothing know where the remains, why gone,
Nor when the purposes return. "Befeech your
Hold me your loyal servant.

Lord. Good my liege,

[highness

The day that she was miffing, he was here:
I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will, no doubt, be found.

Cym. The time is troublesome ;

We'll flip you for a season; but our jealousy

Does yet depend 2.

Lord. So please your majesty,

Of Cloten's death (we being not known, nor

mufter'd

Among the bands) may drive us to a render Where we have liv'd; and fo extort from us that 30 Which we have done, whofe anfwer? would be Drawn on with torture.

35

[To Pif.

The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coaft; with a supply

Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.
Cym. Now for the counfel of my fon, and
queen!-

I am amaz'd with matter 3.

Lord. Good my liege,

Your preparation can affront no less

Than what you hear of; come more, for more

you're ready :

Guid. This is, fir, a doubt,

In fuch a time, nothing becoming you,
Nor fatisfying us.

Arv. It is not likely,

[death

That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes

And ears fo cloy'd importantly as now,
That they will wafte their time upon our note,
40 To know from whence we are.

45

Bel. O, I am known

[him

Of many in the army: many years,
Though Cloten then but young, you fee, not wore
From my remembrance. And, befides, the king
Hath not deferv'd my service, nor your loves;
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless
To have the courtefy your cradle promis'd,
But to the ftill hot fummer's tanlings, and

The want is, but to put thefe powers in motion, 50 The fhrinking flaves of winter.
That long to move.

Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw :

And meet the time, as it feeks us. We fear not

What can from Italy annoy us; but
We grieve at chances here.-Away.

Guid. Than be fo,

Better to ceafe to be. Pray, fir, to the army:
I and my brother are not known; yourself,
So out of thought, and thereto so o'er-grown,

[Exeunt. 55 Cannot be question'd.

Pif. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was flain: 'Tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings: Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain

i.e. take bim up in your arms. founded with variety of business.

Aro. By this fun that shines,
I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never
Did fee man die? fcarce ever look'd on blood,
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ?
60 Never beftrid a horfe, fave one, that had

2 That is, My fufpicion is yet undetermined. 4i. e. can face no lefs, &c. 5 i. e. obfervation. means an account. 7 i. e. _The retaliation of the death of Cloten would be death, &c. fires regularly disposed.