Answer'd my steps too loud. Gui. Why, he but sleeps; If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed: With fairest flowers, Arv. Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, Gui. Pr'ythee, have done; Arv. Say, where shall's lay him? Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother. Be't so: And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, As once our mother': use like note, and words, Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. Gui. Cadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee; worn by the Irish, we have, in modern times, applied to their speech what properly belongs to their feet. 9 the RUDDOCK-] i. e. the red-breast it seems of old to have been called indifferently by both names. As once our mother :] i. e. as once we sang our mother: the folio, 1623, reads, "to our mother;" the preposition, as Pope thought, having been accidentally introduced from the preceding line. For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse Arv. 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; And, though he came our enemy, remember, He was paid for that: though mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust, yet reverence, (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Pray you, fetch him hither. Gui. When neither are alive. 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. So.-Begin. SONG. Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Gui. No exorciser harm thee! Re-enter BELARIUS, with the Body of CLOTEN. Gui. We have done our obsequies. Come, lay him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers, but 'bout midnight more: The ground that gave them first has them again: [Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Imo. [Awaking.] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way? I thank you. By yond' 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.-O, gods and goddesses! [Seeing the Body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; And cook to honest creatures; but 'tis not so: Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, 2 - but his JOVIAL face] His face like Jove: "Jovial" was not unfrequently used in this manner. We meet with it again in this play, A. v. sc. 4, where Jupiter says, "Our Jocial star reign'd at his birth.” "Jovial hand" is an expression common in T. Heywood's plays. - that IRREGULOUS devil,] We have no other instance of the use of the word “irregulous,” which Johnson supposed to be a misprint for irreligious. The meaning of "irregulous" in this place is obvious, and we are not warranted in changing it. And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio! And cordial to me, have I not found it 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. Q |