II. ACT IV.-SCENE II.-Before the Care. Enter, from the Cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, Arviragus, and IMOGEN. Bel. You are not well: [To IMOGEN.] remain here in the cave; We'll come to you after hunting. Arv. Are we not brothers? Imo. Brother, stay here: [To IMOGEN. So man and man should be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. To seem to die, ere sick: So please you, leave me, To one not sociable: I am not very sick, Gui. I love thee; I have spoke it: Bel. What? how? how? Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me In my good brother's fault: I know not why Bel. 'Tis the ninth hour of the morn. [Aside Arv. Imo. I wish ye sport. Arv. Brother, farewell. You health. So please you, sir. Imo. [Aside.] These are kind creatures. Our courtiers say all's savage, but at court: Gods, what The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, I am sick still; heart-sick :-Pisanio, Gui. I could not stir him: He said he was gentle, but unfortunate; Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter I might know more. Bel. To the field, to the field: We'll leave you for this time; go in and rest. Bel. For you must be our housewife. I am bound to you. Bel. Pray, be not sick, Well, or ill, And shalt be ever. [Exit IMOGEN. This youth, howe'er distress'd he appears, hath had Good ancestors. Arv. How angel-like he sings! Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in cha. racters; And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick, A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh Was that it was, for not being such a smile; With winds that sailors rail at. I do note Gui. Arv. III. Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing IMOGEN as dead in his arms. Bel. Look, here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Of what we blame him for! Arv. Gui. Bel. O, melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare How found you him? Arv. Stark, as you see: Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Gui. Arv. Where? O' the floor: His arms thus leagued: I thought he slept; and put Gui. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor a Crare is a small vessel; and the word is often used by Holinshed and by Drayton. b Stark-stiff. Brogues-rude shoes. The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, Gui. Is now due debt.-To the grave. Arv. Say, where shall's lay him? Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother. Be 't so: And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Gui. Cadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: Than priests and fanes that lie. Arv. We'll speak it then. Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: And, though he came our enemy, remember He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust; yet reverence (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; Yet bury him as a prince. Pray you, fetch him hither. Gui. Arv. If you'll go fetch him, We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin. [Exit BEL Arv. "T is true. Gui. Come on then, and remove him. Arv. So,-begin. SONG. Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages: Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great To thee the reed is as the oak: Gui. Fear no more the lightning flash; Consign to thee, and come to dust. Gui. No exorciser harm thee! |