Together, have one duft; yet reverence, Guid. Pray, fetch him hither. Arv, If you'll go fetch him, We'll fay our fong the whilft: Brother, begin. My father hath a reason for't. Aru. 'Tis true. Guid. Come on then, and remove him: Arv. So, begin. SONG. Guid. Fear no more the heat o'th' Sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. As chimney Sweepers, come to duft. Care no more to cloath and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: Both. Both. Quiet confummation have, Enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten. Guid. We've done our obfequies: come, lay him down. Bel. Here's a few flow'rs, but about midnight more; The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'th' night, Are ftrewings fitt'ft for Graves. Upon their facesYou were as flow'rs, now wither'd; even fo These herbelets fhall, which we upon you ftrow. Come on, away, apart upon our knees The ground, that gave them firft, has them again : Imogen, awaking. Imo. Yes, Sir, to Milford-Haven, which is the I thank youthither? 'Ods pittikins I've gone all night by yond bush? can it be fix mile yet? But, foft! no bedfellow.. [Exeunt pray, how far all night-'faith, I'll lye down and fleep. Oh Gods, and Goddeffes! [Seeing the body. These flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man the care on't.I hope, I dream; And cook to honeft creatures. But 'tis not fo: As a wren's eye, oh Gods! a part of it! The brawns of Hercules: but his jovial face. Pifanio! -how! 'tis gone! All All curfes madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, Where is thy head? where's That? ah me, where's Pifanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, And left his head on. How fhould this be, Pifanio?· Murth'rous to th' fenfes ? that confirms it home :: lord! my lord! Enter Lucius, Captains, and a Soothsayer. Cap. To them, the legions garrifon'd in Gallia, After your will, have crofs'd the fea, 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, moft willing fpirits, That promise noble service: and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Syenna's Brother. Luc. When expect you them? Cap. With the next benefit o'th' wind.. Luc. This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command, our prefent numbers Be mufter'd; bid the Captains look to't. Now, Sir, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose ? Seath. Last night, the very Gods fhew'd me a vision. (I faft, and pray'd for their intelligence) Succefs to th' Roman Hoft. Luc. Dream often so, And never false !- -Soft, ho, what Trunk is here Cap. He's 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'ft thy bloody pillow? 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 mafter, That here by mountaineers lyes flain: alas! Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'ft no lefs with thy complaining, than Luc. Thy name? Imo. Fidele, Sir. Luc. Thou doft approve thy felf the very same ; Thy Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name: Than thine own worth, As thefe door pickaxes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' ftrew'd his Grave, And on it faid a century of pray❜rs, (Such as I can,) twice o'er, I'll weep and figh; And, leaving fo his fervice, follow you, So please you entertain me. Luc. Ay, good youth, And rather father thee, than mafter thee. The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Cymbeline's Palace. Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio. Cym. A a fever with the abfence of her fon; Gain; and bring me word, how 'tis with her; Madness, of which her life's in danger; heav'ns! When fearful wars point at me! her fon gone, By |