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 'Till hafty Paladour return, and bring him Arv. Poor fick Fidele! I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour And praise my self for charity. Bel. O thou Goddess, Thou divine Nature! how thy self thou blazon'st Not wagging his fweet head; and yet as rough, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop 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, For his return. Bel. My ingenious inftrument! [Exit. [Solemn mufick. Hark, Paladour, it founds: but what occafion 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; Guid. Oh sweetest, faireft lilly! My brother wears thee not one half fo well, 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! 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 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, (Whilft fummer lafts, and I live here, Fidele,) Yea, and furr'd mofs befides, when flow'rs are none, Guid. Pr'ythee have done, And do not play in wench-like words with that And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt. To th' grave. Arv. Say, where fhall's lay him?" And let us, Paladour, though now our voices Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. Guid. Cadwal, I cannot fing: I'll weep, and word it with thee; 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, '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, 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; Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must As chimney-fweepers, come to dust. Care no more to cloath and eat; /3 ; A To thee the reed is as the oak: Guid. Guid. No exorcifer harm thee! Enter Bellarius with the body of Cloten. Guid. We've done our obfequies: come lay him down. The ground that gave them firft, has them again: [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: Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith, 4 And renowned 5 Upon their faces. 6 care I |