Are landed on your coast; with a supply Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen! I am amaz'd with matter. 1 Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affrontt no less. Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're ready: The want is, but to put those powerst in motion, Cym. [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 bonest; 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. • Confounded by a variety of business. + Encounter. Notice, Forces. [Exit, SCENE IV. Before the cave. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Gui. The noise is round about us. · Bel. Let us from it. Aro. 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 Must or for Britons slay us; or receive us During their use, and slay us after. Sons, Bel. 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 render+ Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us That which we've done, whose answer would be death That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, That they will waste their time upon our notet, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And, besides, the king Gui. 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 sun that shines, 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 Gui. By heavens, I'll go: If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, The hands of Romans! Arv. So say I; Amen. Bel. No reason I, since on 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 scorn, [Aside. [Exeunt. Till it fly out, and show them princes born. 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: Me wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack, Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough vens, Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me * Deviating from the right way. For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know SCENE II. The same. Enter at one side, Lucius, Tachimo, and the Roman army; at the other side, the British army; Leo. natus Posthumus following it, like a pour soldier. They march over, and go out. Alarums. Then enter again in skirmish, Iachimo and Posthumus: he vanquisheth and disarmeth lachimo, and then leaves him. Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, The princess of this country, and the air on't Revengingly enfeebles me; Or could this carl*, A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me, In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. If that thy gentry, Britain, go before This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds * Clown. [Exit. |