Re-enter BELARIUS with the body of CLOTEN. Gui. We have done our obsequies: come, lay him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers; but 'bout midnight, more: The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the night Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-Upon their faces.You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so These herblets shall, which we upon you strew.Come on, away: apart upon our knees. The ground that gave them first has them again: Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. [Exeunt BEL., GUI., and ARV. Imo. [awaking.] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way?— I thank you.-By yon bush?-Pray, how far thither? I have gone all night. Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. [Seeing the body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so; Are sometimes, like our judgments, blind. Good faith, Hath with his forged letters,-damn'd Pisanio,- Struck the main-top!-O Posthumus! alas, Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me! where's that? Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, And left thy 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! Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home Which chance to find us: O, my lord, my lord! Enter LUCIUS, a Captain and other Officers, and a Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, 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? I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd Success to the Roman host. Dream often so, Luc. For nature doth abhor to make his bed Cap. He's alive, my lord. Luc. He'll, then, instruct us of this body.-Young one, Inform us of thy fortunes; for it seems They crave to be demanded. Who is this Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? or who was he, That otherwise than noble nature did, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? I'mo. I am nothing or if not, Nothing to be were better. This was my master, That here by mountaineers lies slain: alas! There is no more such masters: I may wander Try many, all good, serve truly, never Find such another master. Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining than Thy master in bleeding: say his name, good friend. They'll pardon it.-Say you, sir? Luc. Imo. Thy name? Fidele. Imo. I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep As these poor pickaxes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' strew'd his grave, And on it said a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh; And leaving so his service, follow you, So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee than master thee. My friends, The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: [Exeunt. SCENE III.-BRITAIN. A Room in CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, PISANIO, and Attendants. When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, Pis. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: but, for my mistress, 1 Lord. Good my liege, The day that she was missing he was here: For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Cym. The time is troublesome, We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy [TO PISANIO. Does yet depend. 1 Lord. So please your majesty, Are landed on your coast; with a supply Cym. Now for the counsel of my son and queen!— 1 Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're ready: The want is but to put those powers in motion That long to move. We fear not Cym. [Exeunt all but PISANIO. Pis. I heard no letter from my master since I wrote him Imogen was slain: '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 Perplex'd in all: the heavens still must work. Wherein I am false I am honest; not true to be true: SCENE IV.-WALES. [Exit. Before the Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Gui. The noise is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure? Nay, what hope Gui. Sons, During their use, and slay us after. To the king's party there's no going: newness Of Cloten's death,- -we being not known, not muster'd Where we have liv'd; and so extort from's That which we've done, whose answer would be death, Gui. This is, sir, a doubt In such a time nothing becoming you Nor satisfying us. Arv. It is not likely |