And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio! Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home: Enter LUCIUS, a Captain, and other Officers, and a Soothsayer. Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending You, here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are here 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 Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Sienna'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 numbers Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, sir, What have you dream'd of late of this war's purpose? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision, (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence) thus:I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spungy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends, (Unless my sins abuse my divination) Success to the Roman host. VOL. VIII. ૨ Luc. Dream often so, And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is here, With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.- 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, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest Imo. I am nothing or if not, Nothing to be were better. This was my master, That here by mountaineers lies slain.—Alas! Try many, all good, serve truly, never Find such another master. Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Say his name, good friend. Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Thy master in bleeding. Imo. Richard du Champ. [Aside.] If I do lie, and do No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope They'll pardon.-Say you, sir? Luc. Imo. Thy name? 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, 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 flies, as deep As these poor pickaxes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strewed his grave, And on it said a century of prayers, 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. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee.-My friends, [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Room in CYMBELINE'S Palace. 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, How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen Upon a desperate bed, and in a time 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. Good my liege, The day that she was missing he was here: And will, no doubt, be found. Cym. The time is troublesome: We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. 1 Lord. [TO PISANIO. 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, That long to move. 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 Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since [Exeunt. Perplex'd in all: the heavens still must work. Arv. 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 For barbarous and unnatural revolts During their use, and slay us after. Sons, Bel. FIND WE in life,] This is clearly a question, and so it is printed in the folio, 1632: the folio, 1623, puts it merely as an assertion, " we find in life," &c. The next speech seems to correct the error. |