GUI. Fear no more the light'ning flash;
ARV. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
GUI. Fear not slander, censure rash;
ARV. Thou hast finished joy and moan:
BOTH. All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
GUI. No exorciser harm thee!
ARV. 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 17: Come, lay him down.
BEL. Here's a few flowers; but about 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 herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.—
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 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? 'Ods pittikins! can it be six miles yet?—
I have gone all night:-'Faith, I 'll lie down and sleep.
But soft! no bedfellow:-O, gods and goddesses!
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world ;
This bloody man, the care on 't.-I hope I dream ;
For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,
And cook to honest creatures: But 't is not so;
"T was but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
Which the brain makes of fumes: Our very eyes
Are sometimes like our judgments, 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 Posthumus!
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-
Murther in heaven?-How?-'T is gone.-Pisanio,
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, Posthumus! 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?
"T is he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them
Have laid this woe here. O, 't is 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: 0 !—
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
That we the horrider may seem to those
Which chance to find us: 0, my lord, my lord!
Enter LUCIUS, a Captain, and other Officers, and a 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.
CAP. With the next benefit o' the wind.
Luc.
This forwardness
Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present numbers
Be muster'd; bid the captains look to 't.-Now, sir,
What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose?
SOOTH. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision :
(I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus :-
I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle 18, wing'd
From the spungy south to this part of the west,
a Irregulous-irregular-disorderly. The word is only found in this passage of Shakspere.
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?
What art thou?
I am nothing or if not,
Nothing to be were better. This was my master.
A very valiant Briton, and a good,
Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than
Thy master in bleeding; Say his name, good friend.
IMO. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope
They'll pardon it. [Aside.] Say you, sir?
IMO.
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same:
Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say
Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure,
No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters,
Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
Than thine own worth prefer thee. Go with me.
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 have 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.
And rather father thee than master thee.
The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us
Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can,
And make him with our pikes and partisans
A grave: Come; arm him.-Boy, he is preferr'd
By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd
As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes:
Some falls are means the happier to arise.
SCENE III-A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, and PISANIO.
CYм. Again; and bring me word how 't is with her.
A fever with the absence of her son;
A madness, of which her life 's in danger :-Heavens,
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time.
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
So needful for this present: It strikes me, past
The hope of comfort.-But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure, and
Dost seem so ignorant, we 'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.
I humbly set it at your will: But for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your highness,
Hold me your loyal servant.
Good my liege,
The day that she was missing he was here:
I dare be bound he 's true, and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally.
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
I thank you: Let's withdraw;
And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us; but
We grieve at chances here.-Away.
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.
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them.
All other doubts by time let them be clear'd:
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.
Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans
* Does yet depend—is yet depending, as we say of an action at law.
Hanmer reads, I've had no letter. Malone suggests that by letter is not meant an epistle; but
that the phrase is equivalent to I heard no syllable.
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