No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope They'll pardon it.—Say you, sir? Luc. [Aside. Thy name? Fidele. Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same. Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say, Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure, No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me. Imo. I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep 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; So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth; The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes; Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her. A fever with the absence of her son; (1) Her fingers. A madness, of which her life's in danger :-Heavens, When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, Pis. Sir, my life is yours, 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. 1 Lord For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Cym. The time's troublesome : [To Pisanio. We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. 1 Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront? no less Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're ready: (1) Confounded by a variety of business. (2) Encounter. The want is, but to put those powers! in motion, That long to move. We fear not Сут. I thank you Let's withdraw : And meet the time, as it seeks us. What can from Italy annoy us; but We grieve at chances here.-Away. [Exeunt. Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings; Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true. These present wars shall find I love my country, Even to the note2 o'the king, or I'll fall in them. All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd. [Exit. SCENE IV. Before the cave. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Gui. 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? Gui. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans Sons, Bel. We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. To the king's party there's no going; newness Of Cloten's death (we being not known, not muster'd Among the bands) may drive us to a render4 Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us (1) Forces. (2) Notice. (3) Revolters 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, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And, besides, the king Gui. 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, But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison? Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel To look upon the holy sun, to have The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining (1) Noticing us. Gui. If you By heavens, I'll go : will bless me, sir, and give me leave, Arv. So say I; Amen. My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys: 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 show them princes born. [Exe. ACT V. SCENE I-A field between the British and Roman camps. Enter Posthumus, with a bloody handkerchief. Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones, Every good servant does not all commands: (1) Deviating from the right way. |