Prithee, have done; Gui. that 230 Arv. Gui. No exorciser harm thee! And do not play in wench-like words with Which is so serious. Let us bury him, Say, where shall 's lay him? 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; For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse Than priests and fanes that lie. Arv. 240 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; Together, have one dust, yet reverence, tion 250 By yond bush? - Pray, how far thither? 'Ods pittikins! can it be six mile yet? I have gone all night. Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. But, soft! no bedfellow!-O gods and goddesses! [Seeing the body of Cloten.] 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 't is not so. 'T was but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, a Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes Are sometimes like our judgements, blind. I tremble still with fear; but if there be 805 310 Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt. All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems That, otherwise than noble nature did, Сут. The time is troublesome. [To Pisanio.] We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. I am amaz'd with matter. 1. Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less 25 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. 30 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 We grieve at chances here. Away! 35 [Exeunt [all but Pisanio]. Pis. I heard no letter from my master since I wrote him Imogen was slain. 'Tis strange. 40 That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes And ears so cloy'd importantly as now, O, I am known From my remembrance. And, besides, the Hath not deserv'd my service nor your loves, 25 34 Arv. By this sun that shines, I'll thither. What thing is it that I never Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood, But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ! Never bestrid a horse, save one that had 10 Had liv'd to put on this; so had you saved You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, To have them fall no more: you some permit Among the Italian gentry, and to fight 20 I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens, Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me 25 Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know More valour in me than my habits show. 30 Gods, put the strength o' the Leonati in me! To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin The fashion, less without and more within. [Exit. SCENE II. [Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.] Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army at one door; and the Briton Army at another; LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following, like a poor soldier. They march over and go out. Then enter again, in skirmish, LACHIMO and POSTHUMUS: he vanquisheth and disarmeth LACHIMO, and then leaves him. Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood. I have belied a lady, As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBE- Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; The lane is guarded. Nothing routs us but Gui. Stand, stand, and fight! Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself; For friends kill friends, and the disorder's |