Bel. Well, 'tis done : We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him Arv. Poor sick Fidele ! I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour, I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood, And praise myself for charity. Bel. O, thou goddess, [Exit, into the Cave. Thou divine nature, how thyself thou blazon'st Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop Enter GUIDErius. Guid. Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, JSolemn Music in the Cave. Bel. My ingenious instrument!— Hark, Polydore! it sounds! But what occasion Bel. He went hence even now. Guid. What does he mean? Since death of my dear'st mother, It did not speak before. All solemn things Enter ARVIRAGUS. Bel. Look, here he comes! Aro. The bird is dead, That we have made so much on. I had rather Guid. O sweetest, fairest lily! And art thou gone, my poor Fidele? Bel. What! is he dead? How found you him? Arv. Stark :-smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right cheek Reposing on a cushion. Guid. Where? Arv. O' the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept. Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: for Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys; Our foe was princely; And though you took his life, as being our foe, O, melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom ?—find Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy. SCENE VI. A Forest, near the Cave. IMOGEN and CLOTEN discovered, lying on a Bank strewed with Flowers.-IMOGEN awakes. Imog. 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? sleep. I have gone all night :-'Faith, I'll lie down and [Seeing the Body. 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, a dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures. Good faith, I tremble still with fear: But if there be Pisanio, 'Tis thou conspiring with that devil, Cloten, Hast here cut off my lord. Pisanio? How should this be?-Pisanio ? "Tis be; - 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: Enter CAIUS LUCIUS, VARUS, and SOLDIERS. Varus. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, Sienna's brother. Luc. When expect you them? Varus. With the next benefit o' the wind. Makes our hopes fair. Soft, ho! what trunk is here Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime Varus. He is 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? What's thy interest In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? Imog. I am nothing: or if not, Nothing to be were better. This was my master, That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! H Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Thy master in bleeding: Say, thy name, good boy. Imog. Fidele, sir. Luc. Thy name well fits thy faith :— Wilt take thy chance with me; I will not say, Go with me. Imog. I'll follow, sir. But, first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep As these poor pick-axes 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. Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee.- The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us Boy, he is preferr'd By thee, to us; and he shall be interr'd As soldiers can.-Be cheerful, wipe thine eyes: [As the SOLDIERS are taking up the Body, the |