Try many, all good, serve truly, never Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than They'll pardon it. Say you, sir? Imo. Fidele. [Aside. Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say, Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure, No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me. Imo. I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the 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. Luc. Ay, good youth; And rather father thee, than master thee.— The boy hath taught us many duties: Let us As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeunt. 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, Pis. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, ness, Hold me your loyal servant. 1 Lord. Good my liege, 'Beseech your high The day that she was missing, he was here: For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Cym. The time's troublesome: We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. [To Pisanio. 1 Lord. So please your majesty, 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: come more, for more you're ready: The want is, but to put those powers in motion, We fear not Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw; [Exeunt. 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, 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. 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. Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us Drawn on with torture. Gui. This is, sir, a doubt, In such a time, nothing becoming you, Nor satisfying us. Arv. 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 Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And, besides, the king Gui. Than be so, Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: Arv. By this sun that shines, I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Did see man die? scarce ever look'd on blood, A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel To look upon the holy sun, to have The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining Gui. 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 you set 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 : Lead, lead. The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn, Till it fly out, and show them princes born. [Aside. [Exeunt. |