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I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour,
Guid. Where's my brother?
Guid. Is he at home?
Guid. What does he mean? since death of my dear
Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, with IMOGEN as dead, bearing
her in his Arms.
Bel. Look, here he comes,
Arv. The bird is dead,
Guid. Oh sweetest, fairest lily!
but I, Thou dy'dst, a most rare boy, of melancholy! How found you him?
Aru. Stark, as you see ; Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right
cheek Reposing on a cushion.
290 Guid. Where?
Aru. O'the floor; His arms thus leagu'd :. I thought, he slept; and
put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rude
Answer'd my steps too loud.:
I Guid. Why, he but sleeps : If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee, Arv. With fairest flowers,
300 Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nori The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would, ) With charitable bill (o bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Without a monument !) bring thee all this ; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse.
.-311 Guid. Pr'ythee, have done ;
919 And do not play in wench-like words with that:
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Which is so serious. Let us bury him,
Aru. Say, where shall's lay him ?
Arv. Be't so :
Arv. We'll speak it then.
Guid. Pray you, fetch him hither.
We'll say our song the whilst-Brother, begin. ·
[Exit BELARIUS. Guid. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for't. Aru. 'Tis true.
i Guid. Come on then, and remove him. Aru. So-Begin.
Guid. Fear no more the heat o'the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages :
Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke';
To thee the reed is 'as the oak:
Guid. Fear no more the lightning-flash,