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Iwo. Thanks, fir.

The gentry to this business : He creates Arv. I pray, draw near.

[Exeunt. Lucius pro-consul : and to you the tribunes,

For this immediate levy, he commands

His absolute commission', Long live Cæsar!
RO. E.

Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces

2 Sen. Ay. Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes.

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia!
Sen. This is the tenor of the emperor's writ; i Ser. With those legions
That since the common men are pow in action Which I have spoke of, whereunto your le:
'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians ;

Must be supplyant: The words of your commitigo And that the legions now in Gallia are

Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
Full weak to undertake our wars ag. inst of their dispatch.
The fallen-off Britons; that we do incite

Tri. We will discharge our duty. [Ewe.

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Imo. So man and man fhould be ;
Tbe Forest rear obe Cave.

But clay and clay differs in dignity,

Whole dutt is both alike. I am very sick.
Enter Cloten.

Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with birs. I al Piano hate mapp'a te why. How fit bis But mot fo citizen awanton, as

Ino. So fick I am not ; yet I am nok kelis. guments ferve me! Why should this mistress, who To seem to die, ere fick : So please you, leave me; was made by him that made the taylor, not be fit Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom 100 ? the rather (saving reverence of the word) | Is breach of all 3. I am ill; but your being by me for, 'tis faid, a woman's fitneis comes by fits. Cannot amend me : Society is no comfort Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak To one not fociable: I am not very fick, it to myself, (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here: his glass to confer; in his own cļiambcr, I mean) rob'none but myself; and let me die, the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; 10 Stealing fo peorly. less young, more strong, not beneath him in for

Guid. I love thee; I have spoke it : tunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, How much the quantity, the weight as much, above him in birth, alike converfant in general As I do love my father. services, and more remarkable in single oppofi

Bil. What? how? how? sitions : yet this imperfeverant 2 thing loves him Aiv. If it be fun to say so, sir, I yoke me in my despight. What mortality is ! Pofthumus, In my good brother's fault : I know not why, thy head, which is now growing upon thy shoul- I love this youth; and I have heard you say, ders, thall within this hour be oif; thy mistress Love's reason's without reason: the bier at door, enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy And a úemand who is't thall die, I'd say, face : and all this done, fpurn her home to her my father, not this youth. father ; who may, haply, be a little angry for my Bel. O noble Itrain! so rough usage: but my mother, having power O worthiness of nature ! breed of greatness ! of his testiness, shall turn all into my commenda. Cowards father cowards, and base things fire base: tions. My horse is ty’d up safe : Out, tword, and Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. to a fore purpote ! Fortune, put them into my I am not their father ; yet who this should be, hand! This is the very description of their meet. Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me. ing place; and the fellow dares not deceive me. 'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.


Aro. Brother, farewel.

Imo. I wish ye (purt.

Ara. You health. -So please you, fır.
The Cave.

Imo. [-4fide.] These are kind creatures. Gods Erter Belarius, Gividerius, Arviragus, and Imogen.

what lies I have heard ! Bel. You are not well: remain here in the cave; Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court : We'll come to you after hunting.

Experience, O, thou disprov'it report ! Hrv. Brother, stay here : [To Imeger. The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, Are we not brothers ?

| Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.

1 j.e. he commar is the commission to be given to you. 2 Imperfeverant means no more than Berfurant.

3, Keep your daily course uninterrupted: if the Itased plan of life is once broken, nothing foliows but coníusion.

I am sick Mill; heart fick : Pisanio, My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou ar;
I'll now taste of thy drug.

Why I should yield to thee?
Guid. I could not stir' him:

Clot. Thou villain base,
He said, he was gentle?, but unfortunate ; Know's me not by my clothes?
Dishonestly attlicted, but yet honest.

Guid. No, nor thy taylor, rascal,
Arv. Thus did he answer me : yet said, hereafter Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes,
I might know more.

Which, as seems, make thee.
Bel. To the field, to the field :-

Clot. Thou precious varlet,
We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. My taylor made them not.
Ary. We'll not be long away.

Guid. Hence then, and thank
Bel. Pray, be not sick,

The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool;
For you must be our housewife.

I am loth to beat thee.
Imo. Well, or ill,

Clor. Thou injurious thief,
I am bound to you.

[Exit Imogen. Hear but my name, and tremble.
Bel. And shalt be ever.

Guid. What's thy name?
This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath had Clor. Cloten, thou villain.
Good ancestors.

Guid. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name,
Arv. How angel-like he sings !

I cannot tremble at it ; were it toad, adder, spider, Guid. But his neat cookery !

'Twould move me sooner.
He cut our roots in characters;

Clot. To thy further fear,
And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been fick, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
And he her dieter.

I am son to the queen.
Arv. Nobly he yokes

Guid. I am sorry for 't; not seeming
A smiling with a ligh: as if the sigh

So worthy as thy birth.
Was that it was, for not being such a smile ;

Clot. Art not afeard ?
The smile mocking the figh, that it would fly Guid. Those that I reverence, those I fear i
From so divine a temple, to commix

the wise :
With winds that failors rail at.

At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Guid. I do note,

Clor. Die the death :
That grief and patience, rooted in him both, When I have llain thee with my proper hand,
Mingle their spurs 3 together.

l'll follow those that even now Aed hence,
A:v. Grow, patience !

And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads : And let the stinking elder, grief, untiine

Yield, rustic mountaineer. [Fight, and exeunt.
His perishing root, with the increasing vine!

F.nter Belarius, and Arviragus.
Bel. It is great morning 4. Come ; away. Bel. No company's abroad.
Who's there?

Arv. None in the world: You did mistake
Enter Cloten.

him, sure. Clot. I cannot find those runagates ; that villain Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him, Hath mock'd me: I am faint.

But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour
Bel. Those runagates!

Which then he wore; the inatches in his voice,
Means he not us ?-1 partly know him ; 'tis And burst of speaking, were as his : I am absolute,
Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush. 'Twas very Cloten.
I saw him not these many years, and yet

Arv. In this place we left them:
I know 'tis he :-We are held as outlaws :- I wish my brother make good time with him,

You say he is so fell.
Guid. He is but one: You and my brother search Bel. Being scarce made up,
What companies are near : pray you, away ; I mean, to man, he had not apprehenfion
Let me alone with him.

Of roaring terrors : For the effect of judgment [Excurt Bclarius, and Arviragus. Is oft the cause of fear,--But see, thy brother, Clot. Soft! What are you

Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's bead.
That fly me thus ? some villain mountaineers ? Guid. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse,
I have heard of such.-What Nave art thou? There was no money in 't : not Hercules
Guid. A thing

Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none :
More Navish did I ne'er, than answering

Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
A Nave without a knock.

My head, as I do his.
Clot. Thou art a robber,

Bel. What haft thou done?
A law-breaker, a villain : Yield thee, thief. Guid. I am perfect, whats : cut off one Cloten's
Guid. To who to thee? What art thou?

Have not I

Son to the queen, after his own report ;
An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big?

Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore,
Thy words, 1 grant, are bigger ; for I wear not With his own single hand he'd take us in",
i Stir for move. 2 Centle implies well born, of birth above the vulgar.

3 Spurs, an old word for the fibres of a tree. 4 A Gallicism. Grand jour. 51. e. well informed, what, • To take in mcaps, here, to conquer,

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Displace our heads, where thank the gods they grow, id let a parish of such Clotens blood,
And fet them on Lud's town.

And praise myself for charity.
Bel. We are all undone.

Bel. O thou goddess, Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazonit But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law In these two princely boys! They are as genile Protects not us; Then why should we be tender, As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, To let an arrogant pie

of fieth chreat us? Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Play judge, and executioner, all hinself? Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rudeit sind, For? we do fear the law? What company That by the top doth take the mountain piaz, Discover


And make him ftoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderfu, Bel. No jingle roul

That an invisible instinct should frame chem Can we let eye on, but, in all safe reason, To royalty unlearn'd; honour unitaught ; Jie must have tome attendants. Though his honour Civility not seen from other ; valour, Was nothing but mutation 2 ; ay, and that That wildly grows in them, but yielus a crop From one bad thing to worse ; not frenzy, not As if it had been fow'd! Yet still it's strange, Abfolute madness could fo far have ray'd,

What Cloten's being here to us portends; To bring him here alone : Although, perhaps, Or what his death will bring us. it may be heard at court, that such as we

Re-enter Guiderius. Cave here, hunt here, are out-laws, and in time

Guid. Where's my brother? May make some stronger head; the which he

I have sent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream, hearing,

In embassy to his mother ; his body's boltage (As it is like him) might break out, and swear

For his return.

(Scleus . He'd fetch us in ; yet is 't not probable

Bel. My ingenious instrument ! To come alone, either he so undertaking, Or they so suffering: then on gool ground we fear, Hath Cadwal now to give it motion ? Hark!

Hark, Polydure, it sounds ! But what occafion If we do fear this body hath a tail

Guid. Is he at home? More perilous than the head.

Bel. He went hence even now. Arv. Let ordinance

Guid. What does he mean? since death of my Come as the gods foresay it : howide'er,

deareft mother My brother hath done well.

It did not speak before. All solemn things Bel. I had no mind

Should answer folemn accidents. The matter? To hunt this day : the boy Fidele's sickness

Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,
Did make my way long forth ?,
Guid. With his own sword,

Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys.

Is Cadwal mad? Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta en His head from him : I'll throw it into the creek Re-enter Arviragus, with Imogen as dead, kuid Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,

ber in bis arms. And tell the fines, he's the queen's íon, Cloten : Bel. Look, here he comes, That's all I reck.

[Exit. And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Bil. I fear, 'twill he reveng'd :

Tof what we blame him for ! 'Would, Polydore, thou had'it not done 't ! though tv. The bird is dead, valour

That we have made to much on. I had rather Becomes thee well enough.

Have skipp'd from fixteen years of age to fixty, dry. 'Would I had done 't,

And turn'd my ieaping time into a crutch,
So the revenge alone pursu'd me !--Polycore, Than have teen this.
I love thee brotherly ; but envy much,

Guid. Oh sweetest, faireft lilly! Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, re- My brother wears thee not the one half so well, venges,

(through, As when thou grew'st thyself. That pollible itrength might meet 4, would seek us B!!. 0, melancholy ! And put us to our answer.

Who ever yet could found thy bottom ? find Bel. Well, 'tis done :

The ooze, to fhew what coast thy Duggith crares We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Might eatilieft harbour in ?-Thou blessed thing! Where there's no profit. I prythee, to our rock; Jove knows what man thou might'ıt have made; You and Fidele play the cooks : I'll itay

but I, 'Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him Thou dy'dft, a moft rare boy, of melancholy!-To dinner presently.

How found you him? vrv. Poor fick Fidele!

Av. Stark, as you fee; I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour, Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled flumber,

i For is here used in the sense of tecmufe. 2. That is, The only notion he had of honour was the fathion, which was perpetually changing. 3 1. e. Fidele's ficknets made my walk forth from the cave tedious. 4 i. e. luch pursuit of vengeance as fell within any possibility of opposition. SA ware is a small tracing velful, callrd in the Latin of the middle ages crayera. The word often occurs in Holinthed. The mcaning is, “ Jore knows, what man thou mighi'it have made, but I Anwethou didelt."


Not 95 death's dart, being laugh'd at : his right Guid. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to
Reporing on a cushion.


the east;
Guid. Where ?

My father hath a reason for 't.
Arv, O'the floor;

Aiv. 'Tis true.
His arms thus leagu'd : I thought, he Nept; and Guid. Come on then, and remove him,

[rudeners 41v. So,-Begin.
My clouted brogues' from off my feet, whose

Antiver'd my iteps too loud.
Guid. Why, he but neeps :

Guid. Fear no more the beat o' ibe fun,
If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed ;

Nor the furious winter's rages;
With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,

Tbou thy worldly iafk bajt done,
And worms will not come to thee.

Home art gone, and ta'en iby wages :
Ary. With faireft flowers,

Bith golden lads and girls all mufi,
Whilit summer lafts, and I live here, Fidele, sis chimney-sweepers, come to duft.
I'll sweeten thy fad grave : Thou shalt not lack Arv. Foar no more the frown o'ibe greasa
The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor Tbou ar: pasi the tyrant's firoke ;
The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor Care no more to cloath, and car ;
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to Nander,

To thee the reed is as ibe oak:
Out-sweeten u not thy breath: the ruddock? would,

The feepocr, learning, pbylic, nuft
With charitable bill (O bill, fore-thaming

All folloru ibis, and come to duft.
Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie

Guid. Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Without a monument !) bring thee all this ; [none,

Arv. Nor obe all-dreaded thunder.fione ;
Yest, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are,
To winter-ground thy corse.

Guid. Fear not slander, cenjive rajh ;
Guid. Pr’ythee, have done ;

Ary. Thou bajt finifl'd joy and man:
And do not play in wench-like words with that

Buth. All lovers young, all lovers muff
Which is so ferious. Let us bury him,

Cor:fignó to thee, and come to dust.
And not protract with admiration what

Guid. No exorciler barm thee!
Is now due debt.-To the grave.

Arv. Nor na witchcraft obarm thee!
Aiv. Say, where shall's lay him ?

Guid. Gboji unlaid forbear thee!
Guid. By good Euriplile, our mother.

Arv. Nerbing ill come near thee!
Art. Be't 10 ;

Both. Quiit conjummation bave ;
And let us, Polydore, though now our voices

And renowned be iby grave!.
Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground,
As once our mother ; ufe like note, and words,

Re-enter Belarius, avith the body of Cloren.
Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.

Guid. We have done our obsequies: Come, lay Guid. Cadwal,

him down, I cannot fing: I'll weep, and word it with thee : Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse

[night, Than priests and fanes that lie.

The herbs, that have on them cold dew o' the dry. We'll speak it then.

(Cloten Are Atrewings fitt'it for graves.-Upon their faces:-Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the leis; for You were as flowers, now wither'd; even so

quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys ; These herb'lets thall, which we upon you strow.And, though he came our enemy, remember, Come on, away : apart upon our knees. He was paid 3 for that : Though mean and migh- The ground, that gave thein firít, has them again : ty, rotting

Their pleasure here is patt, so is their pain. [Exe. Together, have one dust; yet reverence

Imogeri, awaking. (That angel + of the world) doch make distinction Imo. Yes, fir, to Milford-Haven; Which is Of place 'twixt high and low. Our foe was princely;

the way?And though you took his life, as being our foe,

I thank you.

-By yon buch? -Pray, how Yet bury him as a prince.

far thither? Guid. Pray you, fetch him hither.

'Ods pittikins ! -can it be fix miles yet? Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,

I have gone all night :-'Faith, I'll lie down and
When neither are alive.

Пеер, ,
Arv. If you'll go ferch him,

But, soft! no bedfellow :--0, gods and goddeffes !
We'll say our song the whilft.--Brother, begin.

[Seeing the body. [Exit Belarius. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world ;


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i Clouted brogues are shoes strengthened with clout or hob-nails. In some parts of England, thin plates of iron called clouts are likewise fixed to the shoes of ploughmen. 2 The ruddock is the 71d-breast, to which bird the office of covering the dead is ascribed. 3 Paid is here used for pun nijhed, 4 Meaning, that reverence, or due regard to subordination, is the power which keeps peace and order in the world. s To confign to thee, is to seal the same control with thee, i. c. add their names to shine upon the register of death. 6 This diminutive adjurarion is derived from Gid's my boty Nan 3


This bloody man, the care on't. I hope, I dream; From the spungy fouth to this part of the west, For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, There vanish'd in the sun-beams : which portenda And cook to honeft creatures : but 'tis not fo; (Unlefs my sins abuse my divination) 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Success to the Roman hoit. Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes! Luc. Dream often so, Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good And never false. --Soft, ho! what trunk is here, faith,

Without his top ? The ruin speaks, that fometime I tremble still with fear : But if there be It was a worthy building.–How ! a page! Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity Or dead, or sleeping on him. But dead, rather : As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it! For nature doth abhor to make his bed The dreami’s here still: even when I wake, it is With the defunct, or fleep upon the dead.Without me, as within me ; not imagin'd, felt. Let's see the boy's face. A headless man! ---The garments of Posthumus! Cap. He is alive, my lord.

[one, I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; Lüc. He'll then instruct us of this body. - Young His foot Mercurial ; his Martial thigh ;

Inform us of thy fortunes ; for, it seems, The brawns of Hercules : but his jovial face- They crave to be demanded : Who is this, Murder in heaven :--How?--'Tis gone.--Pisaniu, Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was be, All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, That otherwise than roble nature did 4, And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou, Hath alter'd that good picture? Wu's chy interest Conspir'd with that irregulous 2 devil, Cloten, In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? Hast here cut off my lord.—To write, and read, What art thou? Be henceforth treacherous ! —Damn'd Pisanio Imo. I am nothing: cr if not, Hath with his forged letters,-—damn'd Pifanio-- Nothing to be were better. This was my master, From this most bravest veflel of the world A very valiant Briton, and a good, Struck the main-top!-0, Posthumus ! alas, That here by mountaineers lies llain Alas! Where is thy head? Where's that. Ay mc! There are no more such matters : I may wader Where's that?

From east to occident, cry cut for service, Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, [niv? Try many, all good, serve truly, never And left this head on.--How should this be? Pita- Find Tuch another master. 'Tis he, and Cloten : malice and lucre in them Luc. 'Lack, good youth ! Have lay'd this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, Thou mov'it no less with thy complaining, than pregnant !

(cious Thy master in bleeding : Say his name, good friend. The drug he gave me, which, he said, was pre Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lye, and do And cordial to me, have I not found it

No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home:

Kifde. This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's : 0 ! They'll pardon it. Say you, fir? Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood, Lur. Thy came? That we the horrider may seem to those

Jono. Fidele, fir. Which chance to find us : O, my lord ! my lord ! Lic. Thou dott approve thyself the very fame:

Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Enter Lucius, Captains, &c. and a Soothsayer.

Wilt take thy chance with me! I will not fixy, Cap. To them, the legions garrison’d in Gallia, Thou shalt be fo well matter'd; but, be sure, After your will, liave cross'd the sea ; attending No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, You here at Milford-Haven, with your ihips : Sent by a consul to me, should not coner They are in readiness.

Than ibine own worth prefer thee: Go with me. Luc. But what from Rome?

Imo. I'll follow, fir. But, first, an't please the Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners,

gods, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, I'll hide my matter from the flies, as deep That promise noble service; and they come As thcre poor pick-axes 5 can dig: and when l’nder the conduct of bold lachimo,

With wild wood-leaves and wecus I hare itrer'd Syenna's brother. Lxc. When expect you them ?

And on it said a century of prayers, Cup. With the next benefit o' the wind. Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and fizh ; Luc. This forwardners

[numbers And, leaving so his service, follow you, Mukes our hopes fair. Command our present So please you entertain me. Pemutter'd ; bid the captains look o't.--Now, fir, Lu. Ay, good youth; What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur- And rather father thee, than master thee.pole?

[vision : My friends, Scotb. Lait night the very gods 3 fheid me a The boy hath trught us manly duties : Let us (I fait, and pray'd, for their intelligence) Thus: Find out the pretticit daizy'd plot we can, I saw Jove's bird, the Roman cagle, wing’d, And make him with our pikes and

his grave,

I 70.ial fac Ognifics in this place, such a face as belongs to Jove. 2 i. e. lawless, licentious. 3 i. co ste suustiemniedves. 4 1. e. made, or did it. 5 Meaning her fingers,

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