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.- The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-A Room in CYMBELINE'S Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, and PISANIO. Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her. A fever with the absence of her son; A madness, of which her life's in danger :-Heavens, How deeply you at once do touch me ! Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone: my queen Upon a desperate bed; and in a time When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, So needful for this present: It strikes me, past The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow, Who needs must know of her departure, and Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee Pis. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your highness, Hold me your loyal servant. 1 Lord. Good, my liege, The day that she was missing, he was here: I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Cym. The time's troublesome: We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. 1 Lord. So please your majesty, [TO PISANIO. The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast; with a supply Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent. Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen! I am amaz'd with matter. 1 Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're ready: The want is, but to put those powers in motion, Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw; And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not What can from Italy annoy us; but [Exeunt. Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange: What is betid to Cloten; but remain Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work: SCENE IV.-Before the Cave. [Exit. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Gui. The noise is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure ? Gui. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans For barbarous and unnatural revolts During their use, and slay us after. Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Of Cloten's death (we being not known, not muster'd VOL. XV. Among the bands) may drive us to a render That which we've done, whose answer would be death Gui. This is, sir, a doubt, In such a time, nothing becoming you, Arv. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, That they will waste their time upon our note, Bel. O, I am known Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him Gui. Than be so, Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: Arv. By this sun that shines, Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had Gui. By heavens, I'll go : If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, Arv. So say I; Amen. Bel. No reason I, since on your lives you set So slight a valuation, should reserve My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys: If in your country wars you chance to die, Lead, lead.-The time seems long; their blood thinks [Aside. scorn, Till it fly out, and show them princes born. (Exeunt. |