Imatges de pÓgina
PDF
EPUB

Nay, to thy meer confusion, thou shalt know
I'm son to th’ queen.

Guid. I'm sorry for’t; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.

Clot. Art not afraid?

Guid.' Those that I rev’rence, those I fear; the wise: ' At fools I laugh, not fear them.

Clot. Die the death:
When I have sain thee with my proper hand,
I'll follow those that even now Aled hence,
And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads;
Yield rustick mountaineer.

[Fight and Exeunt.
SCENE IV.

Enter Bellarius and Arviragus.
Bel. No company's abroad.
Arv. None in the world; you did mistake him sure,

Bel. I cannot tell: long is it since I saw him,
But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour
Which then he wrote; the snatches in his voice,
And burst of speaking, were as his: I'm absolute
'Twas very Cloten.

Arv. In this place we left them;
I wish my brother make good time with him,
You say he is so fell.

Bel. Being scarce made up,
I mean to man; he had not apprehension
Of roaring terrors; for defect of judgment
Is oft the cause of fear. But see thy brother.

Enter Guiderius.

Guid. This Cloten was a fool, an empty parse,

[ocr errors]
[merged small][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors]

There was no mony in't; not Hercules
Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had gone:
Yet I not doing this, the fool had born
My head, as I do his.

Bel. What halt thou done ?

Guid. I'm perfect what; cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report, Who calld me traitor, mountaineer, and swore With his own single hand he'd take us in, Displace our heads, where, thanks to th’ gods, they grow, And set them on Lud's toyo.

Bel. We're all undone!

Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose,
But what he swore to take, our lives? the law
Protects not us ; then why should we be tender,
To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us ?
Play judge, and executioner, all himself?
For we do fear no law. What company
Discover

you

abroad? Bel. No single fout Can we ser eye on; but in all safe reason He must have some attendants. Though his honour Was nothing but mutation, ay and that From one bad thing to worse; yet not his frenzy, Not absolute madness, could so far have ravid, To bring him here alone; although perhaps It may be heard at court, that such as we Cave here, haunt here, are out-laws, and in time May make some stronger head: the which he hearing, (As it is like him,) might break out, and swear He'd fetch us in ; yet is’t not probable To come alone, nor he so undertaking, Nor they so suffering; then on good ground we fear,

[Exit.

If we do fear this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head.

Arv. Let ordinance
Come, as the gods foresay it, howsoe’er
My brother hath done well.

Bel. I had no mind
To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness
Did make my way long forth.

Guid. With his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I've ta’en
His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek
Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,
And tell the fishes, he's the queen’s son Cloten.
That's all I t reck.

Bel. I fear 'twill be revengd:
Would, Polidore, thou hadít not don't! though valour
Becomes thee well enough.

Arv. Would I had done't,
So the revenge alone pursu'd me! Polidore,
I love thee brotherly, but envy

much
Thou'st robb’d me of this deed; I would revenges
That possible strength might meet, would seek us thro',
And put us to our answer.

Bel. Well, 'tis done:
We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Where there's no profit. Pr’ythee to our rock,
You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay
'Till hasty Polidore return, and bring him
To dinner presently.

Arv. Poor fick Fidele !
I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour
I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood,
And praise my self for charity.
Vol. VI.

Cc
t care

(Exit.

Bel.

Bel. O thou goddess, Thou divine nature! how thy self thou blazon'st * In these two princely boys? they are as gentle

As Zephyrs blowing below the violet,
· Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough,
· (Their royal blood enchafd) as the rude wind,
' That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
* And make him stoop to th’ vale. 'Tis wonderful
" That an invisible instinct should frame them
* To royalty unlearn’d, honour untaught,
• Civility not seen from other; valour,
“That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop

As if it had been fowd. Yet still it's strange
What Cloten’s being here to us portends,
Or what his death will bring us ?

Re-enter Guiderius.

Guid. Where's

my

brother?
I have sent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream,
In embassie to his mother; his body's hostage
For his return.

[Solemn musick.
Bel. My ingenious instrument!
Hark Polidore, it sounds: but what occasion
Hath Cadwall now to give it motion? hark.

Guid. Is he at home?
Bel. He went hence even now.

Guid. What does he mean? Since death of my dear mother
It did not speak before. All solemn things
Should answer solemn accidents. The matter ?

*

*

The matter?
Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,
Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys.
Is Cadwall mad?
SCENE V. &c.

SCENE

SCENE V.
Enter Arviragus, with Imogen dead, bearing her in his

arms.

Bel. Look, here he comes !
And brings the dire occasion in his arms,
Of what we blame him for.

Arv, " The bird is dead
(That we have made so much on! I had rather
· Have skipt from sixteen years

of

age, to sixty; • And turn’d my leaping time into a crutch, · Than have seen this.

Guid. Oh sweetest, fairest lilly!

My brother wears thee not one half so well, • As when thou grewst thy self.

Bel. · Oh melancholy!
'Who ever yet could sound thy bottom ? find
' The ooze, to sew what coast thy sluggish care

Might eas’liest harbour in ? ---- -thou blessed thing!
Jove knows what man thou might'st have made? but ah!

Thou dy’dít, a most rare boy, of melancholy! • How found you him?

Arv. “ Stark, as you see: · Thus siniliog, as some fly had tickled slumber, 'Not as death’s dart being laugh'd at: his right cheek Reposing on a cushion. Guid. ( Where?

Arv. ' O'th'floor: · His arms thus leagu’d; I thought he slept, and put ' My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness • Answer'd my steps too loud. Guid.Why, he but sleeps ;

Сс 2

[ocr errors]
« AnteriorContinua »