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A Forest, near the Cave.
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 you.—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!
I tremble still with fear: But if there be
Tis thou conspiring with that devil, Cloten,
How should this be ?—Pisanio ?—
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
Vans. He is alive, my lord.
Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.—Young
In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it?
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.
Luc. Thy name well fits thy faith:—
Imog. I'll follow, sir. But, first, an't please the
Luc. Ay, good youth;
The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us
By thee, to us; and he shall beinterr'd
[As the Soldiers are taking up the Body, the
ACT THE FIFTH.
Ento-BELARIUS,GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
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 b«
Guid. This is, sir, a doubt,
Arc. It is not likely,
Bel. O, I am known
And, besides, the King
Hath not deserv'd my service nor your loves.
I and my brother are not known; yourself,
So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
Cannot be question'd.
Arv. By this sun that shines,
I'll thither! What thing is it, that I never
Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood,
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison!
I am asham'd
To look upon the holy sun, to have
The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining,
So long a poor unknown.
Guid. By Heavens, I'll go! If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, I'll take the better care; but if you will not, The hazard therefore due, fall on me, by The hands of Romans! 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, That is my bed, too, lads, and there I'll lie. [Exeunt.
Drums, Trumpets, Spc.