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To have begg'd, or bought, what I hare took: Good

troth, I have stolen naught; nor would not though I had

found Gold strew'd o’ the floor. Here's money for


I would have left it on the board, so soon
As I had made my meal; and parted
With prayers for the provider.

Money, youth?
Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.


To who? to thee? What art thou? Have not I
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth.


Being scarce made up,
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension
Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment
Is oft the cause of fear,


O thou goddess, Thou divine nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf’d, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. "Tis wonderful That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn’d; honour urtaught; Civility not seen from other: valour, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop As if it had been sow'd. Enter Arviragus, bearing IMOGEN, as dead, in his



Look, here he comes And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Of what we blame him for! Arv.

The bird is dead
That we have made so much on. I had rather
Hare skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty,
To have turn'd my leaping time into a crutch,
Than to have seen this.

O sweetest, fairest lily!
My brother wears thee not the one half so well,
As when thou grew'st thyself.

0, melancholy
Who erer 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 might'st have made; but I,
Thou died’st a most rare boy of melancholy !
How found you

him? Arv.

Stark,t as you see: Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death’s dart, being laugh'd at: his right cheek Reposing on a cushion. Gui.

Where? Arv.

O'the floor; His arms thus leagu’d: I thought, he slept; and put My clouted broguest from off my feet, whose rudeAnswer'd my steps too loud.

[ness 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.

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 azur'd hare-bell like thy veins: no, nor
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
Out-sweeten'd not thy breath; the ruddocks would
With charitable bill (o bill, sore-shaming

* Slow-sailing, unwieldy vessel. | Stiff. #Shoes plated with iron. § The red-breast.


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.
Bel Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: for

Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys:
And, though he came our enemy, remember,
He was paidt for that: Though mean and mighty,

rotting Together, have one dust; yet reverence, (That angel of the world, doth make distinction or place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; And though you took his life, as being our foe, Yet bury him as a prince. Gui.

Pray you, fetch him hither, 'Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive.

Gui. Fear no more the heat of the sun,

Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers come to dust.
Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great,

Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak:
The soeptre, learning physic, must
All follow his, and come to dust.
Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Gui. Fear not slander, censuref rash;
Hrv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
Both. All lovers, young, all lovers must

Consignş to thce, and come to dust. * Probably a corrupt reading for wither round thy.

† Punished. Judgment.

§ Seal the same contract.


Gui. No exorciser harm thee!
Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Aro. Nothing ill come near thee!
Both. Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!

Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven;
Which is the way?
I thank you—By yon 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:~0, gods and goddesses!

[Seeing the body 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 'tis not so; 'Twas but a boltt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of lumes: Our very eyes, Are sometimes like our judgments, blind, good faith I tremble still with fear: but if there be Yet lost in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, feared gods, a part of it! The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt.



No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, But that the heavens fought: The king himself Of his wings destitute, the army broken, And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work More plentiful than tools to do’t, struck down Some mortally, some slightly touch’d, sonje falling

This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity.

† An arrow.

Merely through fear; that the straight pass was

damm'd* With dead men, hurt bebind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd shame.

DEATH. I, in mine own wo charm'd, Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Nor feel him where he struck: Being an ugly mon.

ster, 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we That draw his knives i' the war.


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PRODIGIES. IN the most high and palmyt state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.

Ber. It was about to speak when the cock crew

Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful sumr.uns. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill sounding thrnat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and errings spirit hies
To his confine: and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.||
* Blocked up.

+ Victorious. The moon Ś Wandering. Il Proof.

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