Arv. In this place we left them ;

I wish my brother make good time with him,
You fay he is fo fell.

Bel. Being fcarce made up,

I mean, to man, he had not apprehansion
Of daring terrors; for defect of judgment
Is oft the cure of fear. But fee thy brother.

Enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head.

Guid. This Cloten was a fool, an empty purfe,

There was no money in't; not Hercules

Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none :
Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne

My head, as I do his.

Bel. What haft thou done?

Guid. I'm perfect what; cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the Queen, after his own report;

Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and swore
With his own fingle hand he'd take us in ;

Difplace our heads, where, thanks to th' gods, they
And fet them on Lud's town.

Bel. We're all undone!

[grow,

Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lofe,
But what he swore to take, our lives? The law
Protects not us; then why fhould we be tender,
To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us?
Play judge, and executioner, all himself?

For we do fear no law.

Discover you abroad?

Bel. No fingle foul

What company

Can we fet eye on; but, in all safe reafon,
He must have fome attendants. Though his honour
Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that

From one bad thing to worfe; yet not his frenzy,
Not abfolute madness, could so far have rav'd,
To bring him here alone. Although, perhaps,
It may be heard at court, that such as we
Cave here, haunt here, are outlaws, and in time
May make fome ftronger head; the which he hearing,
(As it is like him), might break out, and swear,
He'd fetch us in: yet is't not probable

To come alone, nor he fo undertaking,

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Nor they fo fuffering; then on good ground we fear,

If we do fear, this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head.

Arv. Let ordinance

Come, as the gods forefay't; how foe'er,

My brother hath done well.

Bel. I had no mind

To hunt this day; the boy Fidele's fickness
Did make my way long forth.

Guid. With his own fword,

Which he did wave against my throat, I've ta'en
His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek
Behind our rock; and let it to the fea,

And tell the fishes, he's the Queen's fon Cloten.
That's all I reck.

Bel. I fear 'twill be reveng'd:

[Exit.

'Would, Paladour, thou hadst not done't! though valour Becomes thee well enough.

Arv. 'Would I had done't,

So the revenge alone purfu'd me! Paladour,

I love thee brotherly, but envy much

Thou'ft robb'd me of this deed.

I would revenges,

That poffible ftrength might meet, would feek us thro', And put us to our answer.

Bel. Well, 'tis done :

We'll hunt no more to-day, nor feek for danger
Where there's no profit. Pr'ythee to our rock,

You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay

Till hafty Paladour return, and bring him
To dinner presently.

Arv. Poor fick Fidele !

I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour,
I'd let a marish of fuch Clotens' blood,

And praise myself for charity.

Bet. O thou goddess,

Thou divine Nature! how thyself thou blazon'st
In these two princely boys! they are as gentle,
As zephyrs blowing below the violet,

[Exit.

Not wagging his fweet head; and yet as rough (Their royal blood enchaf'd) as the rud'ft wind, That by the top doth take the mountain-pine,

• And make him toop to th' vale. -’Tis wonderful,

That an invifible To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught, ་ Civility not feen from other; valour,

instinct fhould frame them

That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been fow'd. Yet ftill 'tis strange
What Cloten's being here to us portends,
Or what his death will bring us.

Re-enter Guiderius.

Guid. Where's my brother?

I have fent Cloten's clot-pole down the ftream,
In embaffy to his mother; his body's hoftage
For his return.

Bel. My ingenious inftrument!

[Solemn mufic.

Hark, Paladour! it founds: but what occafion
Hath Cadwall now to give it motion ? hark!
Guid. Is he at home?

Bel. He went hence even now.

Guid. What does he mean? Since death of my dear'st It did not fpeak before. All folemn things [mother, Should anfwer folemn accidents.

SCENE

The matter? t·

V.

Enter Arviragus, with Imogen dead, bearing her in

his arms.

Bel. Look here he comes!

And brings the dire occafion in his arms,

Of what we blame him for.

Arv. The bird is dead

'That we have made so much on! I had rather

Have skipt from fixteen years of age to fixty,
And turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch,

'Than have feen this.

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Guid.

Oh fweetelt, faireft lily!

My brother wears thee not one half fo well, invifible for blind.

The matter!

As when thou grew'ft thyself.

Bel. O Melancholy!

Who ever yet could found thy bottom? find
The ooze, to fhew what coaft thy fluggish carrack
Might eas'lieft harbour in ?Thou blessed thing!
Jove knows what man thou might'ft have made; but
Thou dy'dft, a molt rare boy of melancholy ! [ah!
How found you him?

Arv. Stark, as you fee:

Thus fmiling, as fome fly had tickled flumber!

Not as Death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right cheek Repofing on a cushion.

Guid. Where?

Arv. O' th' floor;

• His arms thus leagu'd; I thought he flept; and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness Anfwer'd my fteps too loud.

Guid. "Why, he but fleeps;

"If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed ;
"With female fairies will his tomb be haunted
"And worms will not come near him.

Arv. "With faireft flow'rs,

"Whilft fummer lafts, and 1 live here, Fidele,

"I'll fweeten thy fad grave.

Thou shalt not lack

"The flow'r that's like thy face, Pale Primrofe; nor The azur'd Hare bell, like thy veins; no, nor "The leaf of Eglantine, which, not to flander, "Out-fweeten'd not thy breath. The ruddock would,

"With charitable bill, (oh bill, fore-fhaming "Those rich left heirs, that let their fathers lie "Without a monument!) bring thee all this; "Yea, and furr'd mofs befides, when flow'rs are none, "To winter-gown thy corfe.

Guid. Pr'ythee have done;

And do not play in wench-like words with that

Which is fo ferious.

And not protract with admiration what

Is now due debt.

Let us bury him,

-To th' grave.

Arv. Say, Where fhall's lay him?

Guid. By good Euriphile, our mother.

Arv. Be't fo:

And let us, Paladour, though now our voices

Have got the mannish crack, fing him to th' ground,
As once our mother: ufe like note, and words,
Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.

Guid, Cadwall,

I cannot fing: I'll weep and word it with thee; "For notes of forrow out of tune, are worfe "Than priests and fanes that lye.

Arv. We'll speak it then.

Bel. Great griefs I fee med'cine the lefs. For Cloten. Is quit forgot. He was a Queen's fon, boys;

And though he came our enemy, remember,
He has paid for that: the mean and mighty, rotting
Together, have one duft; yet Reverence

(That angel of the world) doth make diftinction
Of place 'twixt high and low. Our foe was princely ;-
And though you took his life, as being our foe,
Yet bury him as a prince.

Guid. Pray, fetch him hither.
Therfites' body is as good as Ajax,

When neither are alive.

Arv. If you'll go fetch him,

We'll fay our fong the whilft. Brother, begin. [Exit Bel Guid. Nay, Cadwall, we muft lay his head to th' eaft; My father hath a reason for't.

Arv. 'Tis true.

Guid. Come on then, and remove him.

Arv. So, begin.

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Guid. Fear no more the heat o' th' fun,
• Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task haft done,

• Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages^:
Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-fweepers, come to duft.

Arv. Fear no more the frown a' th' great,,
Thou art past the tyrant's ftrcke ;

Care no more to clothe and eat;

• To thee the reed is as the oak. The fceptre, learning, phyfic, muft All follow thee, and come to duft.