I am sick still; heart-sick:- Pisanio,

My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; I'll now taste of thy drug.

Why I should yield to thee?
Guid. I could not stiri him:

Clot. Thou villain base,
He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate; Know'st me not by my clothes ?
Dishonestly afHicted, but yet honest.

151 Guid. No, nor thy taylor, rascal, Arv. Thus did he answerme: yet said, hereafter Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes, I might know more.

Which, as it seems, make thee. Bel. To the field, to the field:

| Clot. Thou precious varlet, We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. My taylor made them not. Ary. We'll not be long away. rol Guid. Hence then, and thank

[fool; Bel. Pray, be not sick,

The man that gave them thee. Thou art some For you must be our housewife.

I am loath to beat thee. Imo. Well, or ill,

| Clot. Thou injurious thief, I am bound to you.

[Erit Imogen. Hear but my name, and tremble. Bel. And shalt be ever.

Thadli5l Guid. What's thy name? uth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath Clot. (loten, thou villain. Good ancestors.

| Guid. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, Arc. How angel-like he sings !

I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, spider, Guid. But his neat cookery!

Twould move me sooner. He cuts our roots in characters ;

1201 Clot. To thy further fear, And sauc'd our brotlrs, as Juno had been sick, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know And he her dieter.

I am son to the queen. Art. Nobly he yokes

| Guid. I am sorry for't; not seeming A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh

So worthy as thy birth. Was that it was, for not being such a smile; 125 Clot. Art not afeard ? The smile mocking the sigh, that it would Ay | Guid. Those that I reverence, those I fear the From so divine a temple, to commix

wise: With winds that sailors rail at.

At fools I laugh, not fear them. Guid. I do note,

| Clot. Die the death : That grief and patience, rooted in him both, 30 When I have slain thee with my proper hand, Mingle their spurs' together.

I'll follow those that even now fed hence, Art. Grow, patience!

And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads : And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine

Yield, rustic inountaineer. [Fight, and exeunt: His perishing root, with the increasing vine!

Enter Belarius, and Arviragus.
Bel. It is great morning". Come; away.-35

Bel. No company's abroad.
Who's there?

Aro. None in the world : You did mistake
Enter Cloten.

hini, sure. Clot. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw hiin, Hath mock'd me: I am faint.

But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour Bel. Those runagates!

10/Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, Means he not us : -- 1 partly know him ; 'tis And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute, Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush. ]'Twas 'very Cloten. I saw him not these many years, and yet : Aro. In this place we left them : I know, 'tis he: We are held as outlaws: I wish my brother make good time with him, Hence.

45 You say he is so fell. Guid. He is but one: You and my brother search | Bel. Being scarce made up,

at companies are near: pray you, away; I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Let me alone with him.

Of roaring terrors: For the effect of judgement Exeunt Belarius ard Arviragus. Is oft the cause of fear.---But see, thy brother. Clot. Soft! What are you

50 Re-enter Guiderius, rith Cloten's head. That fly me thus? soine villain mountaineers ? | Guid. This Cloten was a fool; an einpty purse, I have heard of such.-What slave art thou ? There was no money in't: not Hercules Guid. A thing

Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none: More slavish did I ne'er, than answering

Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne A slave without a knock.

55 My head, as I do his. Clot. Thou art a robber,

Bel. What hast thou done? A law-breaker, a villain : Yield thee, thief.

Guid. I am perfect, what': cut off one Cloten's Guid. To who? to thee? What art thou : ill head, Have not I

Son to the queen, after his own repcrt; An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big? 160 Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not With his own single hand he'd take us in", Stir for more. ? Gentle implies well-born, of birth above the vulgar.

Spurs, an old word for the fibres of a tree. * A Gallicism. Grand-jour. . i. e. well-informed, what. To take in means, here, to conquer, to subdue.


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Displace our heads, where (thank the gods!) they' ll'd let a parish of such Clofen's blood,
And set them on Lud's town.
[grow, And praise myself for charity.

[Erit. Bel. We are all undone.

I BA. O thou goddess, . Guid. Why, worthy father, what have weto lose, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law 5 In these two princely boys! They are as gentle Protects not us; Then why should we be tender, As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; Not wagging his sii eet head; and yet as rough, Play judge, and executioner, all himself;

Their roval blood enchaf'd, as the rudest wind, For we do fear the law? What company, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, Discover you abroad?

10 And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, Bel. No single soul

(That an invisible instinct should frame them Can'we set eye on, but, in all safe reason,

To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught; He must have some attendants. Tho' his honour Civility not seen from other; valour, Was nothing but mutation ~; ay, and that That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop From one bad thing to worse ; not frenzy, not 15 As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange, Absolute nadness could so far have rav'd, What Cloten's being here to us portends; To bring him here alone: Although, perhaps, I lOr what his death will bring us. It may be heard at court, that such as we

Re-enter Guiderius. Cave here, hunt here, are out-laws, and in time

201. Guid. Where's my brother? May make some stronger head; the which he 201,

1 have sent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream, hearing,

In enrbassy to his mother; his body's hostage (As it is like him) might break out, and swear

For his return.

[Solemn musick. He'd fetch us in ; yet is't not probable

Bel. My ingenious instrument !
To come alone, either he so undertaking,
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear;/25

foorlog Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion

Hath Cadwal now to give it inotion : Hark! If we do fear this body hath a tail More perilous than the head.

| Guid. Is he at home?

Bel. He went hence even now. Arv. Let ordinance

Guid. What does he mean? since death of my Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, My brother hath done well.

dearest mother Bel. I had no mind i

It did not speak before. All solemn things To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness

Should answer solemn accidents. The matter? Did make my way long forth ?.

|Triumphs for nothing, and !amenting toys, Guid. With his own sword,

lis jollity for apes, and grief for boys. Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en 35's Cadwal mad: His head from hinı : I'll throw it into the creek Re-enter Arviragus, with Imogen as dead, bearing Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,

her in his arms. And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten:

Bel. Look, here he comes, That's all I reck.

[Exit. And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd:

140/Of what we blame him for ! 'Would, Polydore,thou had'st not done't! though Arm. The bird is dead, valour

That we have made so much on. I had rather Becomes thee well enough.

Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, Aro. 'Would I had done't,

And turn'd my leaping time into a crutch, So the revenge alone pursu'd me!--Polydore, 145/Than have seen this. I love thee brotherly; but envy much,

Guid. O sweetest, fairest lily! Thou hast robb’d me of this deed: I would, re- My brother wears thee not the one half so wel, venges,

[us through, As when thou grew'st thyself. That possible strength might mect, would seek Bel. Q, melancholy! And put us to our answer.

150 Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find Bel. Well, 'tis done:

The voze, to shew what coast thy sluggish crares We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Might easiliest harbour in-Thou blessed thing! Where there's no protit. I pr'y thee, to our rock; Jove knows what man thou might'st have made; You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay

but 1%, "Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him 155 Thou dy'dit, a most rare boy, of melancholy! To dinner presently.

How found you him? Aro. Poor sick Fidele!

Art. Stark, as you see; I'll willingly to hin: To gain his colour, 1 Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber,

For is here used in the sense of because. . That is, The only notion he had of honon was the fashion, which was perpetually changing.

'i.e. Fidele's sickness inade my mulk forth from the cave tedious. * i. e. such pursuit of vengeance as fell within any possibility of opposition.

A crare is a small trading vessel, called in the Latin of the middle ages crayera. The word onen occurs in Holinshed. The incaning is, “ Jove knows what man thou inightst bave made, but I know thou dy’dst."


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Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right/. | Guid. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to
Reposing on a cushion.
Guid. Where? .

| My father hath a reason for't. Aru. O'the floor;

Arv. 'Tis true. His arms thus leayu'd: I thought, he slept; and 51 Guid. Come on then, and remove him. put

[rudeness! Arv. So,-begin. My clouted brogues' from off my feet, whose Answer'd my steps too loud.

. SON G. Guid. Why, he but sleeps :

Guid. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; 110

Nor the furious ti inter's rages; With female fairies will his tomb bè haunted,

Thou thy worldly task hast done, And worms will not come to thee.

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Arv. With fairest flowers,

Both golden lads and girls all niust, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack 15 Arv. Fear no more the froton o'the great, The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor | Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor

Care no more to clouth, and cat ;
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,

To thee the reed is as the oak :
Out-sweeten'd not thy breath : the ruddock The scepter, learning, physic, must
With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming (would,20 All follow this, and come to dust.
Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie
Without a monument!) bring thee all this; (none,

Guid. Fear no more the lightning flash,
Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when tlowers are

Arv. Nor all the dreaded thunder-stone; To winter-ground thy corse.

Guid. Fear not slander, censure rash; Guid. Pry'thee, have done;

Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:

25 And do not pray in wench-like words with that

Both. All lovers young, all lovers must Which is so serious. Let us bury him,

Consign" to thee, and come to dust. And not protract with admiration what

Guid. No erorciser harm thee! Is now due debt.–To the grave.

Arv. Nor no witch-craft charm thee! Aro. Say, where shall's lay him?

Guid, Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Guid. By good Euriphele, our mother.

Arv. Nothing ill come near thee! Aro. Be't so;

Both. Quiet consummation have;
And let us, Polydore, though now our voices

And renowned be thy grave!
Have got the mannish crack,sing him totheground,
As once our mother; use like note, and words, 351

Re-enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten. Save that Euriphele must be Fidele.

Guid. We have done our obsequies: Come, lay Guid. Cadwal,

him down. I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse


[night, Than priests and fanes that lie.

40 The herbs that have on them the cold dew o'the Art. We'll speak it then.

Cloten Arestrewings fitt'st for graves.--Upon their faces:-Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less; for You were as flowers, now wither'd; even so Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, bojs; These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.And, though he came our enemy, remember, I Come on, away: apart upon our knees. He was paid 'forthat: Though mean and mighty 45 The ground, that gave them first, has them again: rotting

Their pleasure here is past, so is their pain. Exe. Together, have one dust; yet reverence

Imogen, arvaking. (That angel* of the world) doth make distinction Imo. Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the Of place'twixt high and low. Our foe was princely;/ I way?And though you took his life, as being our foe, 50|I thank you. By yon bush? -- Pray, how far Yet bury him as a prince.

thither? Guid. Pray, fetch him bither."

l'Ods pittikins!_ can it be six miles yet?Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,

I have gone all night:--Faith, I'll lie down and When neither are alive.

sleep. Aro. If you'll go fetch him, : 55 But, soft! no bedfellow:-0, gods and goddesses! We 'll say our song the whilst.--Brother, begin. L.

[Seeing the body. [Exit Belurius. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;

· Clouted brogues are shoes strengthened with clout pr hob-nails. In some parts of England, thin plates of iron called clouts are likewise fixed to the shoes of ploughmen. ?The ruddock is the redbreast, to which bird the office of covering the dead is ascribed. 3 Paid is here used for punished. * Meaning, that reverence, or due regard to subordination, is the power which keeps peace and order in the world. To consign to thee, is to seal the same contract with thee, i. e. add their names to thine upon the register of death. This dimninutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity.

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This This bloody man, the care on't.-thope, I dream ;| From the spungy south to this part of the west, For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,

There vanish'd in the sun-beams: which portends And cook to honest creatures : but'tis not so; (Unless my sins abuse my divination) 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, I Success to the Roman host. Which the brain makes of tumes. Our very eyes 5 Luc. Dream often so, Are sometimes like our judgements, blind. Good And never false. Soft, ho! what trunk is here, faith,

Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime I tremble still with fear: But if there be

It was a worthy building.-How! a page! Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity

Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather : As a wren's eye, tear'd gods, a part of it! 110 For nature doth abhor to make his bed The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is, With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.-Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt. Let's see the boy's face. Aheadless man! The garments of Posthumus! Cap. He is alive, my lord. - [one, I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; Luc. He'llthen instruct us of this body.--Young His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh;

15 inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial' face They crave to be demanded : Who is this, Murderin heaven?-How?_'Tis gone.-- Pisanio, Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who is he, All curses madded Hecuba gave the Grecks, That otherwise than noble nature did`, (rest And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou, | Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy inteConspir'd with that irregulouso devil, Cloten, 20 In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? Hast here cut off my lord.--To write, and read, What art thou ? Be henceforth treacherous ! Damn'd Pisanio | Imo. I am nothing; or if not, Hath with his forged letters,--damn'd Pisanio- Nothing to be were better. This was my master, Froin this most bravest vessel of the world A very valiant Briton, and a good, Struck the main top !0, Posthumus! alas, 25 That here by Mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me! There are no more such masters: I may wander where's that?

From east to occident, cry out for service, Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, (nio: Try many, all good, serve truly, never And left this head on.—How should this be? Pisa- Find such another master. 'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them 30 Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Have laid this woe here. 0, 'tis pregnant, preg- Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than nant!

[cious Thymasterin bleeding: Sayhis name,good friend. The drug he gave me, which, he said, was pre- | imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lye, and do And cordial to me, have I not found it

No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home: 35

[Aside. This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: (!

They 'll pardon it. Say you, sir?
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood, Luc. Thy name?
That we the horrider may seem to those

Imo. Fidele, sir. . Which chance to find us; 0, my lord ! my lord! | Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same:

140 Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Enter Lucius, Captains, &c. and a Soothsayer. | Twilt take thu chance with meil will not sav.

Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure, After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner They are in readiness.

15 Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me. Lic. But what from Rome?

Imo. I'll follow, sir. But, first, an't please Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners,

the gods, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, I'll hide my inaster from the flies, as deep That promise noble service; and they come As these poor pick-axess can dig: and when Under the conduct of bold lachimo,

150 With wild wood leaves and weeds I have strew'd Syenna's brother,

his grave, * Luc. When expect you them ?

And on it said a century of prayers, Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind. such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; Luc, This forwardness

[numbers and, leaving so his service, follow you, Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present|55|So please you entertain me. · Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now,sir, Luc. Ay, good youth; What have you dreani’d, of late, of this war's And rather father thee, than inaster thee. purpose ?

[vision: My friends, Sooth. Last night the very gods shew'd me a Tihe boy hath taught us manly duties : Let us a fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence) Thus:- 60 Find out the prettiest daizy'd plot we can, I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd I and make hiin with our pikes and partisans

i Jorial face signifies in this place, such a face as belongs to Jove. ? i. e. lawless, licentious. 3 i. c. the gods themselves. * i. e. made, or did it. Meaning her fingers.

A grave:

A grave: Come, arm him.'.- Boy, he is preferr'd! ¡Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work; By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd,

Wherein I am false, I an honest ; not true, to As soldiers can. Be chearful; wipe thine eyes :

be true. Some falls are means the happier to arise.[Excunt. These present wars shall find I love my country,

15 Even to the notes o' the king, or I'll fall in them. SCENE III.

All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd:
Cymbeline's Palace.
Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd.

[Erit. Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio. Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tislio

with her.

Before the Care.
A fever with the absence of her son ;
A madness, of which her life's in danger :-

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Guid. The noise is round about us. How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, 15| Bel. Let us from it. The great part of my comfort, gone: iny queen Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it Upon a desperate bed; and in a time

|From action and adventure? When fearful wars point at ine: her son gone, Guid. Nay, what hope So needful for this present: It strikes me, past Kave we in hiding us this way, the Romans The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow, 120 Must or for Britons slay us; or receive us Who needs must know of her departure, and For barbarous and unnatural revolts Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it trom theel During their use, and slay us after. By a sharp torture,

| Bel. Sons, Pisan. Sir, my life is yours,

We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, 25 To the king's party there's no going: newness I nothing know where she remains, why gone, | Of Cloten's death (we being not known, nor Nor when she purposes return, 'Beseech your

muster'd Hold me your loyal servant,

[higliness Among the bands) may drive us to a render Lord. Good niy liege,

Where we have liy'd; and to extort from us that The day that she was missing, he was here: 30 Which we have done, whose answer would be I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform Drawn on with torture.

[death All parts of his subjection loyaliy. For Cloten, Guid. This is, sir, a doubt, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Illy such a time, nothing becoming you, And will, no doubt, be found.

Nor satisfying us. Cym. The time is troublesome;

135) Aro. It is not likely, We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,

[To Pisan. Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes Does yet depend?

And ears so cloy'd importantly as now, Lord. So please your majesty,

That they will waste their time upon our note, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, 40 To know from whence we are. Are landed on your coast; with a supply

Bel. 0, 'I am known Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.

Of many in the army; many years, [him Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore queen

From my remembrance. And, besides, the king I am amaz'd with matter.

45 Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves; Lord. Good my liege,

Who find in my exile the want of breeding, Your preparation can atfront * no less

The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless Than what you hear of; come more, for morel To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd, you're ready :

But to the still hot summer's tanlings, and
The vant is, but to put these powers in motion, 50 The shrinking slaves of winter,
That long to move."

| Guid. Than be so, Cym. I thank you : Let's withdraw:

Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not I and my brother are not known; yourself, What can from Italy annoy us; but

So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown, We grieve at chances here. --Away. [Exeunt.(55 Cannot be question'de - Pisan. I heard no letter from iny master, since | Arv. By this sun that shines, I wrote him, Imogen was slain : "Tis strange: | I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise Did see man die? scarce ever look'd on blood, To yield me often tidings: Neither know I But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison? What is betid to Cloten ; but remain

160 Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had

'i.e. take him up in your arms. That is, My suspicion is yet undetermined. with variety of business. " i. e, can face no less, &c. si. e. observation. account. ? i. e. The retaliation of the death of Cloten would be death, &c. regularly disposed.

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: i. e. their fires

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