Arv. In this place we left them ; I wish my brother make good time with him, Bel. Being fcarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehansion 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 : 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 Difplace our heads, where, thanks to th' gods, they Bel. We're all undone! [grow, Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lofe, 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, From one bad thing to worfe; yet not his frenzy, To come alone, nor he fo undertaking, 4 Nor they fo fuffering; then on good ground we fear, If we do fear, this body hath a tail 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 Guid. With his own fword, Which he did wave against my throat, I've ta'en And tell the fishes, he's the Queen's fon Cloten. 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 You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay Till hafty Paladour return, and bring him Arv. Poor fick Fidele ! I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour, And praise myself for charity. Bet. O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature! how thyself thou blazon'st [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 Re-enter Guiderius. Guid. Where's my brother? I have fent Cloten's clot-pole down the ftream, Bel. My ingenious inftrument! [Solemn mufic. Hark, Paladour! it founds: but what occafion 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, 'Than have feen this. + 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 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 ; 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, 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, (That angel of the world) doth make diftinction Guid. Pray, fetch him hither. 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. 4 Guid. Fear no more the heat o' th' fun, • Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages^: As chimney-fweepers, come to duft. Arv. Fear no more the frown a' th' great,, 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. |