It did not speak before. All solemn things
Should answer solemn accidents.

Enter ARVIRAGUS.

Bel. Look, here he comes!

Arv. The bird is dead,

That we have made so much on. I had rather
Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty,
Than have seen this.

Guid. O sweetest, fairest lily!

And art thou gone, my poor Fidele?

Bel. What! is he dead? How found you him? Arv. Stark-smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber,

Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at: his right cheek Reposing on a cushion.

Guid. Where?

Arv. O' the floor;

His arms thus leagued: I thought, he slept.

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

Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys;
And, though he caine our enemy, remember,
He was paid for that:

Our foe was princely;

And though you took his life, as being our foe,
Yet bury him as a prince. Go, bring your lily.
[Exeunt GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS into the
Cave.

O, melancholy!

Who ever yet could sound thy bottom?-find
The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish care
Might easiliest harbour in ?-Thou blessed thing!
Jove knows what man thou might'st have made,
but, ah!

Thou died'st, a most rare boy, of melancholy.

Enter GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS, from the Cave, bearing IMOGEN's Body.

Come, let us lay the bodies each by each,
And strew them o'er with flow'rs; and on the morrow
Shall the earth receive them,

Arv. Sweet Fidele !

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's blast;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
And the dream of life is past.

Guid. Monarchs, sages, peasants, must

Follow thee, and come to dust.

[Exeunt, bearing the Body.

SCENE V.

CYMBELINE'S Palace.

Enter CYMBELINE, MADAN, PISANIO, and
ATTENDANTS.

Cym. Again; and bring me word, how the queen

does.

[Exit an ATTENDANT.

A fever, with the absence of her son;

A madness, of which her life's in danger :-Heavens,
How deeply you at once do touch me !-Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone: My queen,
Upon a desperate bed; and in a time

When fearful wars point at me: Her son gone,
So needful for this present: It strikes me, past
The hope of comfort.-But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure, and
Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.

Pisanio. Sir, my life is yours,
I humbly set it at your will.
Mad. Good my liege,

The day that she was missing, he was here:
I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally.

For Cloten,

There wants no diligence in seeking him,
He will, no doubt, be found.

Cym. The time is troublesome;

We'll slip you for a season: but our jealousy
Does yet depend.

Enter LOCRINE.

Loc. So please your majesty,

The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,

Are landed on your coast.

Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen!

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.

[Exeunt CYMBELINE, LOCRINE, MADAN, and
ATTENDANTS.

Pisanio. 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'm false, I'm honest; not true, to be true.
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them.
All other doubts, by time, let them be clear'd:
Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd.

[Exit

SCENE VI.

A Forest, near the Cave.

IMOGEN and CLOTEN discovered, lying on a Bank strewed with Flowers.-IMOGEN awakes.

Imog. 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:

sleep.

Faith, I'll lie down and [Seeing the Body. But, soft! no bedfellow :-O, gods and goddesses! These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't. I hope, a dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,

And cook to honest creatures.

Good faith,

I tremble still with fear: But if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it! • The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is Without me, as within me; not imagined, felt. A headless man!-The garments of Posthumus!Oh, he is murder'd!

Pisanio,

'Tis thou conspiring with that devil, Cloten, Hast here cut off my lord.

Pisanio?

The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious

And cordial to me, have I not found it

Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home:
This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!-
All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
And mine to boot, be darted on them!-
lord! my lord!

O, my

Enter CAIUS LUCIUS, VARUS, and SOLDIERS.

Varus. 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?

Varus. With the next benefit o' the wind.

Luc. This forwardness

Makes our hopes fair.

-

Soft, ho! what trunk is here

Without his top? The ruin speaks, that some time
It was a worthy building. How! a page!.
Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather;
For nature doth abhor to make his bed

With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.—
Let's see the boy's face.

Varus. 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?

What's thy interest

In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it?
What art thou?

Imog. I am nothing or if not,

Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
A very valiant Briton, and a good,

That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas!
There are no more such masters!