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Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee.— My friends, The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us Find out the prettiest daizy'd plot we can, And make him with our pikes and partizans A grave : Come, arm him.—Boy, he is preferr'd By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd, 501 As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeunt.
Cy MBE LINE’s Palace. Enter CYMBE LIN e, Lords, and PIs A NIo.
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,
How deeply you at once do touch me ! Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone : my queen
Upon a desperate bed; and in a time
When fearful wars point at me : her son gone, 510
So needful for this present: It strikes me, past
The hope of comfort.—But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure, and
Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.
Pis, Sir, my life is your’s, -
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-
Hold me your loyal servant. 52d
Lord. Good my liege,
The day that she was missing, he was here:
I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten—
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will, no doubt, be found.
Cym. The time is troublesome;
We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy
[To PIs AN Io.
Does yet depend.
Lord. So please your majesty, 53o The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast; with a supply Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.
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
The want is, but to put these powers in motion, That long to move. 549
Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw; And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear inct What can from Italy annoy us; but We
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: 550
Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true.
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even to the note 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.
Guid. The noise is round about us.
Bel. Let us from it.
Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From ačtion and adventure?
Guid. Nay, what hope 56o
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.
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, 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. 572
Guid. This is, sir, a doubt,
In such a time, nothing becoming you,
Nor satisfying us.
Arz. It is not likely,
That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes
And ears so cloy'd importantly as now,
That they will waste their time upon our note, 583
To know from whence we are.
Bel. O, I am known
Of many in the army : many years,
Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore
From my remembrance. And, besides, the king
Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves;
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless
To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd,
But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and 590
The shrinking slaves of winter.
Guid. Than be so,
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army :
I and my brother are not known ; yourself,
So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
Cannot be question'd.
Arv. By this sum 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 601
A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
Nor iron on his heel ? I am asham'd
To look upon the holy sun, to have
The benefit of his blest beams, remaining
So long a poor unknown.
Guid. By heavens, I’ll go :
If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
I'll take the better care; but if you will not,
The hazard therefore due fall on me, by 610
The hands of Romans ! -
Arv. 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
*Till it fly out, and shew them princes born.