Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with CLOTEN's head. Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse, Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none: My head, as I do his. Bel. What hast thou done? Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloten's head, Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, Displace our heads, where (thank the gods !) they grow, Bel. We are all undone. Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, Bel. No single soul Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason, He must have some attendants. Though his humour To come alone, either he so undertaking, Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear, More perilous than the head. Arv. Let ordinance Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, My brother hath done well. Bel. I had no mind To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness Did make my way long forth.|| Gui. With his own sword, Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta’en Behind our rock; and let it to the sea, *I am well informed what. § Change, alteration. + Conquer. + Because. Tedious. And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten: Bel. I fear, 'twill be revenged: 'Would, Polydore, thou hadst not done't! though valour Becomes thee well enough. Arv. 'Would I had done't, So the revenge alone pursued me!-Polydore, I love thee brotherly; but envy much, Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, revenges, Bel. Well, 'tis done : We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him To dinner presently. Arv. Poor sick Fidele! I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour, I'd let a parish of such Clotens' blood, Bel. O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Re-enter GUIDERIUS. Gui. Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, Bel. My ingenious instrument! Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! Gui. Is he at home? Bel. He went hence even now. [Exit. [Exit. [Solemn music. Gui. What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother It did not speak before. All solemn things Should answer solemn accidents. The matter? Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,t Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing IMOGEN, as dead, in his arms. Bel. Look, here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Arv. The bird is dead, That we have made so much on. I had rather Gui. O sweetest, fairest lily! My brother wears thee not the one-half so well, Bel. O, melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare* Might easiliest harbour in ?-Thou blessed thing! Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I, How found you him? Arv. Stark, as you see: Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right cheek Gui. Where? Arv. O' the floor; His arms thus leagued: I thought, he slept; and put Gui. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, Arv. With fairest flowers, 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; nor Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, Gui. Pr'ythee, have done; 44 And do not play in wench-like words with that * A slow-sailing vessel. I. e. protect it from winter's storm. †The redbreast. And not protract with admiration what And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, Gui. Cadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: Than priests and fanes that lie. Arv. We'll speak it then. Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: And, though he came our enemy, remember, He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty, rotting (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely: Yet bury him as a prince. Gui. Pray you fetch him hither. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive. Arv. If you'll go fetch him, We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin. [Exit BELARIUS. Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for't. Arv. 'Tis true. Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: * Judgment. Gui. No exorciser harm thee! And renowned be thy grave! Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of CLOTEN. The ground, that gave them first, has them again; Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. [Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Imo. [awaking]. Yes, Sir, to Milford Haven; Which is the way ? I thank you.-By yon bush ?-Pray how far thither? I have gone all night:-'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. [Seeing the body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; *The diminutive of God's pity. † A face like Jove's. + Lawless, licentious. |