Thou'ft robb'd me of this deed; I would revenges That poffible ftrength might meet, would feek us thro', And put us to our answer.

Bel. Well, 'tis done :

We'll hunt no more to-day, nor feek for danger
Where there's no profit. Pr'ythee to our rock,
You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay

'Till hafty Paladour return, and bring him
To dinner presently.

Arv. Poor fick Fidele!

I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour
I'd let a 'marish of fuch Clotens blood,

And praise my self for charity.

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 fweet head; and yet as rough,
(Their royal blood enchaf'd,) as the rude wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
And make him ftoop to th' vale. "Tis wonderful
That an invifible inftinct fhould frame them
To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught,
Civility not feen from other; valour,

That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been fow'd. Yet ftill it's ftrange
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 fent Cloten's clot-pole down the ftream,
In embaffie to his mother; his body's hoftage

For his return.

Bel. My ingenious inftrument!

[Exit.

[Solemn mufick.

Hark, Paladour, it founds: but what occafion
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? hark.

5 parish...old edit. Warb. emend.

Guid.

Guid. Is he at home?

Bel. He went hence even now.

[ther

Guid. What does he mean? Since death of my dear moIt did not speak before. All folemn things

Should answer folemn accidents.

The matter? a

Enter Arviragus, with Imogen dead, bearing her in

bis arms.

Bel. Look, here he comes !

And brings the dire occafion 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 fixteen years of age, to fixty;
And turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch,
Than have seen this.

Guid. Oh sweetest, faireft lilly!

My brother wears thee not one half fo well,
As when thou grew'st thy self.

Bel. Oh melancholy!

Who ever yet could found thy bottom? find

The ooze, to fhew what coaft thy fluggish' 'carack`

Might eas'lieft harbour in ?thou bleffed thing!
Jove knows what man thou might'ft have made: but ah!
Thou dy'dít, a moft rare boy, of melancholy.

7'Tell me, how found you him?

Arv. Stark, as you fee:

Thus fmiling, as fome fly had tickled flumber,

Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at his right cheek
Repofing on a cushion.

Guid. Where?

Arv. O'th' floor :

(a) The matter?

Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,

Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys.

Is Cadwal mad?

SCENE V. &c.

His

6 Care...old edit. Warb. emend.

7 How found you him?

His arms thus leagu'd; I thought he flept, and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whofe rudeness Anfwer'd my steps too loud.

Guid. Why, he but fleeps;

If he be gone he'll make his grave a bed,
With female Fairies will his tomb be haunted,
And worms will not come near 'him.`
Arv. With faireft flow'rs,

(Whilft fummer lafts, and I live here, Fidele,)
I'll sweeten thy fad grave. Thou shalt not lack
The flow'r that's like thy face, pale Primrose, nor
The azur'd Hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor
The leaf of Eglantine, which, not to 'flander't,`
Out-fweeten'd not thy breath. The ruddock would
With charitable bill (oh bill fore-fhaming
Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lye
Without a monument) bring thee all this,

Yea, and furr'd mofs befides, when flow'rs are none,
To ''winter-gown' thy coarfe.

Guid. Pr'ythee have done,

And do not play in wench-like words with that
Which is fo ferious. Let us bury him,

And not protract with admiration what

Is now due debt. To th' grave.

Arv. Say, where fhall's lay him?"
Guid. By good Euriphile, our mother.
Arv. Be't fo:

And let us, Paladour, though now our voices
Have got the mannifh crack, fing him to th' ground
As once our mother: use like note, and words,

Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.

Guid. Cadwal,

I cannot fing: I'll weep, and word it with thee;
For notes of forrow, out of tune, are worse

Than priefts and fanes that lie.

Arv. We'll fpeak it then.

Bel. Great griefs I fee med'cine the lefs. For Cloten

8 thee. 9. flander winter-ground”.

Is

I winter-ground...old'edit, Warb, emind.

Is quite forgot. He was a Queen's fon, boys,
And though he came our enemy, remember

'He has paid for that: the mean and mighty rotting Together have one duft; yet reverence,

(The angel of the world,) doth make diftinction

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.

Guid. Pray fetch him hither.

Therfites' body is as good as Ajax',

When neither are alive.

Arv. If you'll go fetch him,..

We'll fay our fong the whilft: brother, begin.

[Exit. Bellarius.

Guid. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to th' eaft;

My father hath a reason for't.

Arv. 'Tis true,

Guid. Come on then, and remove him:

Arv. So, begin.

SO N G.

Guid. Fear no more the beat o' th' sun;

Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task haft done,

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages.

Golden lads and girls all must

As chimney-fweepers, come to dust.
Arv. Fear no more the frown o' th' great,,
Thou art paft the tyrant's stroke,

Care no more to cloath and eat;

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A

To thee the reed is as the oak:
The Scepter, learning, phyfick, must
All follow thee, and come to duft.
Guid. Fear no more the lightning-flash.
Arv. Nor th' all dreaded thunder-ftone:
Guid. Fear no flander, cenfure rafh
Arv. Thou haft finifb'd joy and moan.
Both. All lovers young, all lovers must
Confign to thee, and.come to duft.

Guid.

Guid. No exorcifer harm thee!
Arv. And no witchcraft charm thee!
Guid. Gboft unlaid forbear thee!
Arv. Nothing ill come near thee!
Both. Quiet confummation have,
4'Unremoved be thy grave!

Enter Bellarius with the body of Cloten.

Guid. We've done our obfequies: come lay him down.
Bel. Here's a few flow'rs, but about midnight more ;
The herbs that have on them cold dew o'th' night
Are ftrewings fitt'ft for graves. ---5/Upon the face-
You were as flow'rs, now wither'd; even fo
These herbelets fhall, which we upon you ftrow.
Come on, away, apart upon our knees

The ground that gave them firft, has them again:
Their pleasure here is past, fo is their pain.

[Exeunt.

Yes, Sir, to Milford-Haven, which is the way?— I thank you ther?

by yond bufhpray how far thi

'Ods pittikins -can it be fix mile yet?

I've gone all night-'faith, I'll lye down and fleep. But foft! no bedfellow: oh Gods, and Goddeffes!

[Seeing the body. The flow'rs are like the pleafures of the world; This bloody man the "cares`on't.

For fure I thought I was a cave-keeper,

I hope I dream;

And cook to honeft creatures. 'Tis not fo:
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, fhot at nothing,
Which the brain makes of fumes: Our very eyes

Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,

4 And renowned 5 Upon their faces.

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