Upon a desperate bed; and in a time Pif. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly fet it at your will: But, for my mistress, Lord. Good my liege, The day that she was miffing, he was here: I dare be bound he's true, and fhall perform All parts of his fubjection loyally. For Cloten,- And he'll, no doubt, be found. Cym. The time is troublefome; We'll flip you for a feafon; but 'our jealoufy [To Pij. Does yet depend. Lord. So please your majefty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coaft; with a fupply Of Roman gentlemen, by the fenate fent. Cym. Now for the counfel 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 ready: • our jealoufy does yet depend.]—my fufpicion is not perfectly removed, amaz'd with matter. ]-perplexed with multiplicity of bufiness. Your preparation, &c.]-Your forces are a match for as great an army as report gives the enemy. The The want is, but to put That long to move. thefe powers in motion, Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw ; And meet the time, as it seeks us. What can from Italy annoy us; but We fear not Pif. I heard no letter from my mafter, fince [Exeunt. Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : * Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Guid. The noife is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, fir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure? Guid. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans Muft or for Britons flay us; or receive us ▾ And meet the time, as it feeks us.]-And difplay, at this juncture, a fpirit equal to the occafion. * 1 beard no letter]-I have not heard a syllable-since I wrote him word. I've had no letter. * Even to the note o' the king,]—my patriotifm fhall be fo evinced by my conduct in these wars, as to attract even the notice of the king. For barbarous and unnatural revolts "During their use, and slay us after, Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there fecure 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 fo extort from us that 2 Which we have done, whofe anfwer would be death Guid. This is, fir, a doubt, In fuch a time, nothing becoming you, Nor fatisfying us. Arv. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, b Behold their quarter'd files, have both their eyes C That they will wafte their time d To know from whence we are. Bel. O, I am known upon our note, Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you fee, not wore him Hath not deferv'd my fervice, nor your loves; of abode. a Y During their ufe,]-So long as they fhall retain us in their fervice. to a render where we have liv'd;]—to give an account of our place whoft answer]-the retaliation of Cloten's death. their quarter'd files,]-well difpofed lines-quarter'd fires. efo cloy'd importantly]-fo fully employed.-jo 'mploy'd. d upon our note,]-in enquiries about us. The certainly]-The neceffary confequence. ftanlings]-tanned ones. Guid. Than be fo, Better to cease to be. Pray, fir, to the army: I and my brother are not known: yourself, So out of thought, and thereto fo' o'ergrown, Arv. By this fun that shines, I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Did see man die? scarce ever look'd on blood, A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel The benefit of his bleft beams, remaining If Guid. By heavens, I'll go: you will bless me, fir, and give me leave, I'll take the better care; but if you will not, The hazard therefore due fall on me, by The hands of Romans! Arv. So fay I; Amen. Bel. No reafon I, fince of your lives you fet So flight a valuation, fhould referve 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 feems long; their blood thinks scorn, 'Till it fly out, and fhew them princes born. d'ergrown,]-in beard, [Afide. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. A Field, between the British and Roman Camps. Enter Pofthumus, with a bloody handkerchief. h Poft. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd Every good fervant does not all commands: Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack, m To fecond ills with ills, each elder worse; And make them dread it, But Imogen is your own: to the doers' thrift. Do your best wills, And make me bleft to obey !-I am brought hither Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough bloody cloth,]-the token of Imogen's death, fent by Pifanie. i wrying]-fwerving, ftraying. Every good fervan:] It is the curfe of kings," &c. 1 to put on]-to inftigate to. KING JOHN, A&t IV. S. 2. K. Joba. m each elder worfe; &c.]-each deed of an old finner being worfe than the preceding; till at length, pierced with a review of their accumulated enormities, they become exemplary penitents, |