With his own single hand he'ld take us in, Displace our heads where-thank the gods!—they grow, And set them on Lud's-town. Bel. We are all undone. Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, But that he swore to take, our lives? The law No single soul Bel. 130 He must have some attendants. Though his humour Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not It may be heard at court that such as we As it is like him-might break out, and swear 140 To come alone, either he so undertaking, Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear, If we do fear this body hath a tail More perilous than the head. Arv. Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, Bel. Let ordinance I had no mind With his own sword, To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness Gui. Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek 150 [Exit. And tell the fishes he's the queen's son, Cloten: That's all I reck. 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 re venges, That possible strength might meet, would seek us through And put us to our answer. Bel. Well, tis done: We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Arv. Poor sick Fidele! I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour 160 [Exit. Bel. Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, 180 Gui. Re-enter GUIDERIUS. Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, In embassy to his mother: his body's hostage [Solemn music. Bel. Bel. Gui. He went hence even now. What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother It did not speak before. All solemn things Bel. Look, here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms Of what we blame him for. 190 Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, with IMOGEN, as dead, bearing her in his arms. Arv. The bird is dead That we have made so much on. I had rather Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch, 200 Than have seen this. Gui. O sweetest, fairest lily! My brother wears thee not the one half so well As when thou grew'st thyself. 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; *Ship of burden but I, Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy. Arv. Stark, as you see: *Stiff. Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, 210 Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at; his right cheek Reposing on a cushion. Gui. Arv. Where? O' the floor; His arms thus leagued: I thought he slept, and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rude ness Answer'd my steps too loud. Gui. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee. 219 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 The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock* would, With charitable bill,-O bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie Without a monument!—bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground+ thy corse. *Redbreast. †Protect from frost. Prithee, have done; Gui. And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt. To the grave! Arv. 231 Say, where shall's lay him? Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother. Arv. Be 't so: And let us, Polydore, though now our voices As once our mother; use like note and words, Gui. Cadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word* it with thee; Arv. 241 *Repeat words. 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; He was paid for that: though mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust, yet reverence, That angel of the world, doth make distinction princely; Our foe was And though you took his life, as being our foe, Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither. 251 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. Come on then, and remove him. Arv. SONG. So. Begin. Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great; Care no more to clothe and eat; Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: 260 270 |