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Guid. No exorciser harm thee!
Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Guid. Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Arv. Nothing ill come near thee! «
Both. Quiet consummation have ;
And renowned be thy grave! ·

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Re-enter BELARIUS, with the Body of CLOTEN.

Guid. We have done our obsequies Come, lay

him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight,

more : The herbs that have on them cold dew othe

night, Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-Upon their faces:You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.Come on, away: apart upon our knees. The ground, that gave them first, has them again : Their pleasure here is past, so is their pain. . [Exeunt.

way?

I thank you.

Imogen, awaking Imo. Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the

381 -By yon bush? -Pray, how far thither ? 'Ods pittikins! can it be six miles yet ?I have gone all night :--'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.

But,

But, soft! no bedfellow :-0, gods and goddesses !

[Seeing the Body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't.--I hope, I dream ; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures : But 'tis not so ; 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, 390 Which the brain makes of fumes : Our very eyes Are sometimes 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 still : 'even when I wake, it is Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt. A headless man! -The garments of Posthumus! I know the shape of his leg : this is his hand; His foot Mercurial ; his Martial thigh ; The brawns of Hercules : but his Jovial face Murder in heaven ?-How ?--'Tis gone.--Pisanio, All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou, Conspir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten, Hast here cut off my lord.—To write, and read, Be henceforth treacherous ! Damn'd Pisanio Hath with his forged letters -damn'd Pisanio From this most bravest vessel of the world Struck the main-top!--0, Posthumus! alas, Where is thy headi where's that? Ay me! where's that?

Pisanio

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Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart,
And left this head on.--How should this be? Pisanio ?
'Tis he, and Cloten : malice and lucre in them
Have lay'd this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, preg-

nanti
The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious
And cordial me, have I not found it
Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home :
This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: 0!
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,

420 That we the horrider may seem to those Which chance to find us : O, my

lord !

my

lord ! Enter Lucius, Captains, &c. and a Soothsayer. Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have crossid the sea ; attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships : They are in readiness.

Luc. But what from Rome?

Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, That promise noble service; and they come

430 Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, 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 present num-

bers Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.---Now, sir,

What

What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur

pose ?

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Sooth. Last night the very gods shew'd me a vi.

sion (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence): Thus:I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd 441 From the spungy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sun-beams : which portends (Unless my sins abuse my divination), Success to the Roman host.

Luc. Dream often so,
And never false. Soft, ho! what trunk is here,
Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime
It was a worthy building.—Howl a page !-
Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather :
For nature doth abhor to make his bed,
With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead. -
Let's see the boy's face.

Cap. He is alive, my lord..
Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.-Young

one,
Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it

seems,
They crave to be demanded : Who is this,
Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow ? Or who was he,
That, otherwise than noble nature did,

1 Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest In this sad wreck? How came it, Who is it? 461 What art thou?

Imo. I am nothing : or if not,
Nothing to be were better, This was my master,

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A very valiant Briton, and a good,
That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas!
There are no more such masters : I may wander
From east to occident, cry out for service,
Try many, all good, serve truly, never
Find such another master.

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Luc. 'Lack, good youth !
Thou movost no less with thy complaining, than
Thy master in bleeding :Say his name, good friend.

Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope [ Aside.
They'll pardon it. Say you, sir?

Luc. Thy name.
Imo. Fidele, sir.

Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same :
Thy name well-fits thy faith ; thy faith, thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say,
Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure,
No less belov’d. The Roman emperor's letters,
Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me.

Imo. I'll follow, sir. But, first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the fies, as deep As these poor pick-axes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd his

grave, And on it-said a century of prayers,

490 Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh ; And, leaving so his service, follow you, So please you entertain me.

Luc,

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