ACT IV. SCENE I.-The Forest, near the Cave. Enter CLOTEN. Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, (for it is not vainglory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber) I mean, the lines of my body are as well-drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions; yet this perverse errant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistress enforced, thy garments cut to pieces before thy face; and all this done, spurn her home to her father, who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage, but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore purpose. Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting-place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. b SCENE 11.-Before the Cave. [Exit. Enter, from the Cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN. Bel. You are not well: [To IMOGEN.] remain Was that it was, for not being such a smile; here in the cave: We'll come to yon after hunting. Arv. Brother, stay here: [To IMOGEN. Are we not brothers? Imo. So man and man should be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. Gui. Go you to hunting; I'll abide with him. To seem to die, ere sick. So please you, leave me; Gui. 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 I love this youth; and I have heard you say, Love's reason's without reason: the bier at door, And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say, My father, not this youth. Bel. [Aside.] O noble strain! O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: Nature hath meal and bran; contempt and grace. "For," i. e., because.-b"In single oppositions," i. e., in single combat." Journal," i. e., daily. That is, 'An infraction of the order of daily life leads to disorder in all things."Strain," i. e., race generation. Clo. I cannot find those runagates: that villain Hath mock'd me.-I am faint. Bel. I know 'tis he.-We are held as outlaws: herre! [Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIEAGUS. More slavish did I ne'er, than answering A law-breaker, a villain. A thing Thou art a robber, Yield thee, thief. "Doth miracle itself," 1. e., doth appear wonderf "Gentle," i. e., wellborn.-Spurs," ie., roo is used here, probably, for from."Great morning" (F grand matin), a Gallicism. I'm son to the queen. So worthy as thy birth. Clo. He must have some attendants. Though his humor To come alone, either he so undertaking, Or they so suffering: then, on good ground we fear, I am sorry for't, not seeming Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en Art not afear'd? Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear, the wise: And tell the fishes he's the queen's son, Cloten: At fools I laugh, not fear them. Clo. Bel. No company's abroad. Arv. Bel. Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with CLOTEN'S Head. Bel. What hast thou done? Arv. That's all I reck. Bel. Arv. Poor sick Fidele! [Exit. Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, [Solemn Music. | Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, As once our mother: use like note, and words, Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. For his return. He went hence even now. Gui. What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother It did not speak before. All solemn things Is Cadwal mad? Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys; Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing in his Arms IMOGEN, Together, have one dust, yet reverence, Bel. as dead. Look! here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms Gui. Bel. but I, His arms thus leagu'd: I thought he slept, and put Gui. 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 The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leafy eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the 'ruddock would, With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Without a monument!) bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-guard thy corse. Gui. Pr'ythee, have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt.-To the grave! Arv. (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Of place 'twixt high and low. Our foe was princely, And though you took his life, as being our foe, Yet bury him as a prince. Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither 3 is alive. Arv. If you'll go fetch him, We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin. [Exit BELARIUS. Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his bead to the My father hath a reason for't. [east; 'Tis true. Gui. Come on then, and remove him. Arv. Arv. SONG. So.-Begin. Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Thou thy worldly task hast done, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, earning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. i Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash, k Consign to thee, and come to dust. And renowned be thy grave. more: The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the nigh Say, where shall's lay him? You were as flowers, now wither'd; even so Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother. Arv. Be't so: And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Toys for trifles. A crare was a small vessel of burden. -"Stark," i. e., cold and stiff-d As for as if-" Clouted brogues," are wooden shoes with clout or hob nails. The ruddock is the redbreast.-8" To winter-guard," i. e., to guard during winter. These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strew. "Paid," i. e., punished.-"Censure," i, e., judgment"Consign to thee," i. e., seal the same contract with the An exorciser, anciently, was one who could raise spirit Imo. [ Awaking.] Yes, sir, to Milford Haven; which The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face- nant. The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending You, here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are in readiness. 3 Luc. But what from Rome? From the spungy south to this part of the west, Cap. Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest In this sad wreck! How came it? Who is it? What art thou? No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope They'll pardon.-Say you, sir? Luc. Imo. Thy name? Fidele, sir. Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say, Thou shalt be so well master'd, but, be sure, No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner, Than thine own worth, prefer thee: go with me. Imo. I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep As these poor pickaxes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd And on it said a 'century of prayers, [his grave, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; And, leaving so his service, follow you, So please you entertain me. Ay, good youth; Luc. And rather father thee, than master thee.-My friends, A madness, of which her life's in danger.-Heavens, Pis. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress, 2 You yet depend. 1 Lord. с Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less [ready. Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're The want is, but to put those powers in motion, That long to move. Сут. I thank you. Let's withdraw, And meet the time, as it seeks us: we fear not What can from Italy annoy us, but We grieve at chances here.-Away! [Exeunt. Pis. I had no letter from my master, since I wrote him Imogen was slain. 'Tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings; neither know I What is betid to Cloten, but remain Perplex'd in all the heavens still must work. Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true: These present wars shall find I love my country, Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them. All other doubts by time let them be clear'd; Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd. [Exit. That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, O! I am known Arv. By this sun that shines, I'll thither. What thing is't, that I never Did see man die? scarce ever look'd on blood, But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison! Never bestrid a horse, save one that had A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel, Nor iron, on his heel? 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. Gui. 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. Aro. So say I. Amen. Bel. No reason I, since of 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: Lead, lead! The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn, Till it fly out, and show them princes born. [Exeunt |