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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:—— '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.
I tremble still with fear: But if there be
'Tis thou conspiring with that devil, Cloten, Hast here cut off my lord.—
How should this be?—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:
Enter Caius Lucius, Varus, and Soldiers.
Luc. When expect you them?
Varus. With the next benefit o' the wind.
Makes our hopes fair.—
Soft, ho! what trunk is here
Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime
With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.—
Varus. He is alive, my lord.
Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.—Young
Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems,
They crave to be demanded: Who is this
What's thy interest
In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it?
Imog. I am nothing: or if not,
Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
That here by mountaineers lies slain :—Alas!
Luc. 'Lack, good youth!
Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Thy master in bleeding: Say, thy name, good boy. Imog. Fidele, sir.
Luc. Thy name well fits thy faith:
Wilt take thy chance with me; I will not say,
Go with me.
Imog. I'll follow, sir. But, first, an't please the gods,
I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep
As these poor pick-axes 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.
Luc. Ay, good youth;
And rather father thee, than master thee.—
The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us
Boy, he is preferr'd
By thee, to us; and he shall be interr'd
As soldiers can.—Be cheerful, wipe thine eyes:
[As the Soldiers are taking up the Body, the
ACT THE FIFTH.
Drums, Trumpets, &c.
Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Guid. The noise is round about us.
Bel. Let us from it.
We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us.
Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us
Drawn on with torture.
Guid. This is, sir, a doubt,
In such a time, nothing becoming you,
Nor satisfying us.
Arc. It is not likely,
That, when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
That they will waste their time upon our note,
Bel. O, I am known
And, besides, the King
Hath not deserv'd my service nor your loves.
I and my brother are not known; yourself,
Arv. By this sun that shines,
I'll thither! What thing is it, that I never
To look upon the holy sun, to have
The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining,
Guid. By Heavens, I'll go !
If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
Arv. So say I; Amen!
Bel. No reason I, since on your lives So slight a valuation, should reserve
My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys! If in your country wars you chance to die,
That is my bed, too, lads, and there I'll lie. [Exeunt. Drums, Trumpets, &c.