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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:
For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse

Than priests and fanes that lie.

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.

Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely;
And though you took his life, as being our foe,
Yet bury him as a prince.

Gui.
Pray you, fetch him hither.
Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,

When neither are alive.

Arv.

If you'll go fetch him,

[Exit BELARIUS.

We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin.

Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east: My father hath a reason for't.

Arv.

'Tis true.

So,-Begin.

Gui. Come on then, and remove him.
Arv.

3 He was paid for that:] Paid is for punished.

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(That angel of the world,)] Reverence, or due regard to subordination, is the power that keeps peace and order in the world.

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Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages :
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe, and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak :
The sceptre, learning, physick, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash;
Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
Both. All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

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5 Consign to thee,] Perhaps to consign to thee, is to seal the same contract with thee, i. e. add their names to thine upon the register of death.

6 No exorciser harm thee!] Shakspeare invariably uses the word exorciser to express a person who can raise spirits, not one who lays them.

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thy grave!] For the obsequies of Fidele, a song was written by my unhappy friend, Mr. William Collins of Chichester;

VOL. VII.

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Re-enter BELARIUS, with the Body of CLOTEN.

Gui. We have done our obsequies: Come, lay him. down.

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Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, more:
The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night,
Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-Upon their faces :-
You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so
These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.-
Come on, away: apart upon our knees.

The ground, that gave them first, has them again:
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.

[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.
But, soft! no bedfellow :-0, gods and goddesses!
[Seeing the Body.

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;
This bloody man, the care on't.-I hope, I dream;
For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,

And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so;
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
Which the brain makes of fumes: Our very eyes

Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. 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

a man of uncommon learning and abilities. I shall give it a place

at the end, in honour of his memory. JOHNSON.

8 'Ods pittikins!] This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity, which likewise occurs in Cymbeline.

Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt.
A headless man!-The garments of Posthúmus!
I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand;
His foot Mercurial: his Martial thigh;
The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face-
Murder in heaven ?-How ?-Tis gone.-Pisanio.
All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
Conspir'd with that irregulous devil', Cloten,
Hast here cut off my lord.-To write, and read,
Be henceforth treacherous!-Damn'd Pisanio
Hath with his forged letters,-damn'd Pisanio-
From this most bravest vessel of the world
Struck the main-top!-O, Posthumus! alas,

Where is thy head? where's that? Ah me! where's that ?

Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart,

And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio? 'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them

Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, preg

nant 3!

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!-
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
That we the horrider may seem to those

Which chance to find us: O, my lord, my lord!

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his Jovial face-] Jovial face signifies in this place, such a face as belongs to Jove. It is frequently used in the same sense by other old dramatick writers.

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that irregulous devil,] Irregulous (if there be such a word) must mean lawless, licentious, out of rule, jura negans sibi

nata.

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the main-top!] i. e. the top of the mainmast.

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'tis pregnant, pregnant!] i. e. 'tis a ready, apposite con

clusion.

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 cónfiners, 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?

Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind. Luc. This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present numbers 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 spungy 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.

Dream often so,

Luc.
And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is here,
Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime
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

* Sienna's brother.] i. e. (as I suppose Shakspeare to have meant) brother to the prince of Sienna; but, unluckily, Sienna was a republick. STEEVENS.

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