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Guid. No exorciser harm thee!
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.
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, 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 might have kill'd thee at the heart,
420 That we the horrider may seem to those Which chance to find us : O, 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?
Luc. This forwardness
bers Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.---Now, sir,
What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur
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,
Cap. He is alive, my lord..
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,
A very valiant Briton, and a good,
Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do
Luc. Thy name.
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same :
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.