Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather: Cap. He is 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'st thy bloody pillow? 54 Or 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 master, That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! There are no more such masters: I may wander Try many, all good, serve truly, never Find such another master. Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than [Aside. They'll pardon it. Say you, sir? Luc. Imo. Thy name? Fidele. Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me. gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep As these poor pickaxes can dig: and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd his grave, And on it said a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; And, leaving so his service, follow you, So please you entertain me. Luç. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee. My friends, The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us SCENE III. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, and PISANIO. Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her. A fever with the absence of her son; A madness, of which her life's in danger:-Heavens, When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, I nothing know where she remains, why gone, 'Beseech your high Nor when she purposes return. ness, Hold me your loyal servant. 1 Lord. Good my liege, The day that she was missing, he was here: There wants no diligence in seeking him, And will, no doubt, be found. Cym. The time's troublesome; We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. 1 Lord. [To Pisanio. So please your majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast; with a supply Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent. Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen! I am amaz'd with matter. 1 Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of 55: come more, for more you're ready: The want is, but to put those powers in motion, That long to move. Cym. Let's withdraw; [Exeunt. Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange : Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings: Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true. These present wars shall find I love my country, SCENE IV. Before the Cave. [Exit. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Gui. The noise is round about us. Bel. Let us from it. Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure? Gui. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans Must or for Britons slay us; or receive us For barbarous and unnatural revolts During their use, and slay us after. Sons, Bel. Where we have liv'd 56; and so extort from us that Gui. This is, sir, a doubt, In such a time, nothing becoming you, Nor satisfying us. |