Re-enter BELARIUS, with the Body of CLOTEN. Gui. We have done our obsequies: Come, lay him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, more: The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, Are strewings fitt'st for graves.- Upon their faces :You were as flowers, now wither'd even so : These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow. The ground, that gave them first, has them again : [Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and Imo. [awaking.] 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. But, soft! no bedfellow :- O, gods and goddesses! [Seeing the Body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't. I hope, I dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so ;... 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of fumes: Our very eyes. Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith, I tremble still with fear: But if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it! of uncommon learning and abilities. I shall give it a place at the end, in honour of his memory. JOHNSON. 7 'Ods pittikins!] This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity, which likewise occurs in Cymbeline. Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt. The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face9- Struck the main-top !2-O, Posthumus! alas, Where is thy head? where's that? Ah me! where's that? Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, And left this head on. How should this be? Pisanio? "Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, preg nant! 3 The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home: 9 his Jovial face-] Jovial face signifies in this place, such a face as belongs to Jove. It is frequently used in the same sense by other old dramatick writers. 1 that irregulous devil,] Irregulous (if there be such a word) must mean lawless, licentious, out of rule, jura negans sibi nata. the main-top!] i. e. the top of the mainmast. 3 clusion. 'tis pregnant, pregnant!] i. e. 'tis a ready, apposite con Enter LUCIUS, a Captain, and other Officers, and a Soothsayer. 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 here in readiness. Luc. But what from Rome? Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, That promise noble service: and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Sienna's brother. 4 Luc. When expect you them? This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present numbers Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't. Now, sir, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision : (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus: I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spungy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends, (Unless my sins abuse my divination,) Success to the Roman host. Luc. Dream often so, :- And never false. Soft, ho! what trunk is here, Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime 4 Sienna's brother.] i. e. (as I suppose Shakspeare to have meant) brother to the prince of Sienna; but, unluckily, Sienna was a republick. STEEVENS. With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.- Cap. He is alive, my lord. Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.-Young one, Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, They crave to be demanded: Who is this, Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest Imo. I am nothing: or if not, That here by mountaineers lies slain :- Alas! Try many, all good, serve truly, never 'Lack, good youth! Luc. Luc. Imo. Thy name? Fidele.+ Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: Imo. I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep + "Fidele, sir." MALONE. As these poor pickaxes' can dig: and when 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. My friends, The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us A grave: Come; arm him."- Boy, he is preferr'd As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: [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; Heavens, A madness, of which her life's in danger :- When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, 5 these poor pickaxes —] Meaning her fingers. |