Re-enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten.

Guid. We have done our obfequies: Come, lay him down.

Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, more: The herbs, that have on them cold dew o' the night, Are ftrewings fitt'ft for graves. Upon their faces;You were as flowers, now wither'd even fo

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These herb'lets fhall, which we upon you strow.-
Come on, away: apart upon our knees.

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The ground, that gave them firft, has them again:
Their pleasure here is paft, fo is their pain.

Imogen, awaking.

[Exeunt,

Imo. Yes, fir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the way?

--

I thank you. By yon bush ?-Pray, how far thither? ''Ods pittikins!can it be fix miles yet?

I have gone all night :-'Faith, I'll lie down and fleep.
But, foft! no bedfellow :-O, gods and goddeffes!
[Seeing the body.
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;
This bloody man, the care on't.-I hope, I dream;
For, fo, I thought I was a cave-keeper,

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exorcifer]-enchanter.

confummation]-HAMLET, A& III. S. 1. Ham.

Upon their faces:]-the faces of Euriphile and Fidele.
apart upon our knees.]-let us retire, and fall upon.
'Ods pittikins!]-God's pity.

And

And cook to honeft creatures: But 'tis not fo;
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, fhot at nothing,
Which the brain makes of fumes: Our very eyes
Are fometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,
I tremble still with fear: But if there be
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
The dream's here ftill: even when I wake, it is
Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt.
A headless man!-The garments of Pofthumus!
I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand,
His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh;

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The brawns of Hercules: but his " Jovial face-
Murder in heaven ?-How?-'Tis

gone,-Pifanio, All curfes madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,

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And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,

Confpir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten,

Haft here cut off my lord.-To write, and read,
Be henceforth treacherous!-Damn'd Pifanio
Hath with his forged letters,-damn'd Pifanio-
From this moft bravest veffel of the world
Struck the main-top !-Pofthumus, O! alas,
Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me! where's that?
Pifanio might have kill'd thee at the heart

And left thy head on.-How should this be? Pifanio? 'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them

Have lay'd this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, pregnant!
The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious
And cordial to me, have I not found it

Murd'rous to the fenfes? That confirms it home:
This is Pifanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!-

Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,

Jovial face-like Jove's.

iConfpir'd with that irregulous devil,]-In league with that diforderly,

licentious devil-irreligions.

k pregnant, plain, manifest. That

That we the horrider may feem to those

Which chance to find us: O, my lord! my lord!

Enter Lucius, Captains, &c. and a Soothsayer.

Cap. To them, the legions garrifon'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the fea; attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your fhips: They are in readiness.

Luc. But what from Rome ?

Cap. The fenate hath stirr'd up the confiners,
And gentlemen of Italy; moft willing fpirits,
That promise noble service; and they come
Under the conduct of bold fachimo,
Syenna's brother.

Luc. When expect you them?

Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind.
Luc. This forwardness

Makes our hopes fair. Command, our prefent numbers
Be mufter'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, fir,
What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose ?
Sooth. Laft night' the very gods fhew'd me a vision:
(I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence) Thus :-
I faw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, "wing'd
From the fpungy fouth to this part of the west,
There vanifh'd in the fun-beams: which portends,
(Unless my fins abuse my divination)
Success to the Roman hoft.

Luc. Dream often fo,

And never falfe.Soft, ho! what trunk is here,
Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime
It was a worthy building.-How! a page!

Or dead, or fleeping on him? But dead, rather:

1 the very gods]-the gods themselves.

wing'd]-having taken his flight.

VOL. III,

For

For nature doth abhor to make his bed

With the defunct, or fleep upon the dead.-
Let's fee the boy's face.

Cap. He is alive, my lord.

Luc. He'll then inftruct us of this body.-Young one,

. Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems,

They crave to be demanded: Who is this,

Thou mak'ft thy bloody pillow? Or who was he,
That, otherwife than noble nature " did,

Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest
In this fad wreck? How came it? Who is it?
What art thou?

Imo. I am nothing or if not,

Nothing to be were better. This was my mafter,
A very valiant Briton, and a good,

That here by mountaineers lies flain :-Alas!
There are no more fuch masters: I may wander
From east to occident, cry out for fervice,
Try many, all good, ferve truly, never
Find fuch another mafter.

Luc. 'Lack, good youth!"

Thou mov'ft no lefs with thy complaining, than
Thy master in bleeding: Say his name, good friend.
Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lye, and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope
They'll pardon it. Say you, fir?

Luc. Thy name?

Imo. Fidele, fir.

Luc. Thou doft approve thy felf the very fame:
Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not fay,
Thou shalt be fo well mafter'd; but, be fure,
No lefs belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters,
adid,]-drew it-did it.

[Afide.

Sent

Sent by a conful to me, should not fooner

Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me.

Imo. I'll follow, fir. But, first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep

As thefe poor pick-axes can dig: and when

With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have ftrew'd his

And on it faid a century of prayers,

Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and figh;
And, leaving fo his fervice, follow you,

So please you entertain me.

Luc. Ay, good youth;

And rather father thee, than mafter thee.-
My friends,

The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us
Find out the prettiest daizy'd plot we can,

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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,

As foldiers can. Be chearful; wipe thine eyes:
Some falls are means the happier to arise.

grave,

[Exeunt.

Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her. A fever with the abfence of her fon;

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

thefe poor pick axes]-my fingers. P partizans]-fpears, halberts. arm bim.]-carry him in your arms.

with the abfence of her fin;]-occafioned by that, and attended with a delirium, threatens her life.