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Pisanio. Sir, my life is yours,
2 Lord. Good my liege,
Cym. The time is troublesome;
Enter FIRST Lord.
1 Lord. So please your majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast.
Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen!
[Ereunt CYMBELINE, the Two Lords, and
Pisanio. I heard no letter from my master, since
SCEN E VI.
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 :-By yon bush?—Pray, how far thither 'Ods pittikins! can it be six miles yet?— I have gone all night: 'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.– ’ [Seeing the Body.
But, soft no bedfellow:—O, gods and goddesses!
e drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious
And cordial to me, have I not found it
Enter CAIUs Lucius, VARUs, and Soldiers.
Varus. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners,
Luc. When expect you them :
Varus. With the next benefit o' the wind.
Luc. This forwardness
Varus. He is alive, my lord.
Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.—Young
Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems,
Imog. I am nothing: or if not,
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, Thou shalt be so well master'd ; but, be sure, No less belov’d. Go with me. Imog. o follow, sir. But, first, an’t please the Ods, I'll hido 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.— My friends, The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can, And make him, with our pikes and partizans, A grave: Come, arm him. Boy, he is preferr'd By thee, to us; and he shall be interr'd As soldiers can.—Be cheerful, wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise. [As the SoLDIERs are taking up the Body, the Curtain falls.
ACT THE FIFTH.
Drums, Trumpets, &c.
Enter BELARius, GUIDERIUs, and ARVIEAGUs.
Guid. The noise is round about us.
Bel. Let us from it. We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. To the king's party there's no going; newness Of Cloten's death (we being not known, nor muster'd Among the bands), may drive us to a render Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us That, which we have done, whose answer would be
Drawn on with torture.
Guid. This is, sir, a doubt,
Arv. It is not likely,
Bel. O, I am known