Without a monument!) bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse. Gui. Pr'ythee, have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt.-To the grave. And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, As once our mother; use like note, and words, Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. Gui. Cadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: Arv. We'll speak it then. : Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: And, though he came our enemy, remember, He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust; yet reverence, (That angel of the world,) doth make distinction Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither. Arv. If you'll go fetch him, We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin. [Exit Belarius. Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for❜t. Arv. "Tis true. Gui. Come on then, and remove him. SONG. Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun, Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great, Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Consign to thee, and come to dust. Gui. No exorciser harm thee! And renowned be thy grave! Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of Cloten. Gui. We have done our obsequies: Come lay him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, more: The herbs that have on them the cold dew o'the night, - Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-Upon their faces :--- [Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Imo. [Awaking.] 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. And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so; The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face- And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio? Enter LUCIUS, a Captain, and other Officers, and a Soothsayer. Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are here in readiness. Luc. But what from Rome? Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, Luc. When expect you them? Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind. Luc. This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command our present num-. bers Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, sir, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision : (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus :I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spongy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends, (Unless my sins abuse my divination,) Success to the Roman host. Luc. Dream often so, And never false.--Soft, ho! what trunk is here, With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.- 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? 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! |