Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can, As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: SCENE III. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. [Exeunt. Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, and PISANIO. 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, When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, Pis. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, ness, Hold me your loyal servant. 1 Lord. All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, And will, no doubt, be found. Cym. The time's troublesome : [TO PISANIO. We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. 1 Lord. So please your majesty, 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. 1 Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront? no less Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're ready : The want is, but to put those powers' in motion, Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw: And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not What can from Italy annoy us; but 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: & Confounded by a variety of business. 9 Encounter. I Forces. Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true. These present wars shall find I love my country, Even to the note2 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. [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. 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, not muster'd Among the bands) may drive us to a render 4 Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us That which we've done, whose answer would be death Drawn on with torture. Gui. This is, sir, a doubt, In such a time, nothing becoming you, 2 Notice. 3 Revolters. 4 An account. Nor satisfying us. Arv. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, That they will waste their time upon our note, Bel. O, I am known Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him Gui. Than be so, Aro. By this sun 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? A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel To look upon the holy sun, to have $ Noticing us. I 2 So long a poor unknown. Gui. By heavens, I'll go : If will bless me, sir, and give me leave, I'll take the better care; but if you will not, 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, Till it fly out, and show them princes born. [Aside. [Exeunt. 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, If each of you would take this course, how many Must murder wives much better than themselves, For wrying but a little?-O, Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands: No bond, but to do just ones.-Gods! if you Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never • Deviating from the right way. |