Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee.- The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us 501 [Exeunt. SCENE III. 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; A madness, of which her life's in danger :-Heavens, When fearful wars point at me: her son gone, 510 Pis. Sir, my life is your's, I humbly I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, I nothing know where she remains, why gone, Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your high ness, Hold me your loyal servant. Lord. Good my liege, The day that she was missing, he was here: I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform Cym. The time is troublesome; We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. Lord. So please your majesty, 520 [TO PISANIO. 530 The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen!~ I am amaz'd with matter. Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're ready: The want is, but to put these powers in motion, That long to move. Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw ; And meet the time, as it seeks us. What can from Italy annoy us; but We fear not 540 We We grieve at chances here.Away. [Exeunt. Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work: 550 [Exit. SCENE IV. Before the Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Guid. The noise is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure? Guid. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us For barbarous and unnatural revolts During their use, and slay us after. Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. K 560 Το 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 be death, Drawn on with torture. Guid. This is, sir, a doubt, In such a time, nothing becoming you, Nor satisfying us. Are. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, That they will waste their time upon our note, Bel. O, I am known Of many in the army: many years, 572 580 Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And, besides, the king Guid. Than be so, Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: 590 Cannot 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, A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel To look upon the holy sun, to have Guid. By heavens, I'll go : If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, 601 but if you will not, 610 The hazard therefore due fall on me, by I'll take the better care The hands of Romans! Aru. 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, [Aside. 'Till it fly out, and shew them princes born. |