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, That, otherwise than noble nature did, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? What art thou? Imo. : I am nothing or if not, That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! Try many, all good, serve truly, never Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Luc. Imo. Thy name? Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: Imo. I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep "Fidele, sir."-MALONE. 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 manly duties: Let us [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, 5 6 these poor pickaxes] Meaning her fingers. your arms. Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee Pis. Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, ness, Hold me your loyal servant. 'Beseech your high Good my liege, 1 Lord. For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Cym. The time's troublesome [TO PISANIO. We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend. 1 Lord. So please your majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast; with a supply Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent. 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, 7 I am amaz'd with matter.] i. e. confounded by a variety of business. 8 Your preparation can affront, &c.] Your forces are able to face such an army as we hear the enemy will bring against us. What can from Italy annoy us; but Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since [Exeunt. Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : 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 1 During their use, and slay us after. 1 Sons, Bel. To the king's party there's no going: newness Of Cloten's death (we being not known, not muster'd Among the bands) may drive us to a render 9 to the note o'the king,] I will so distinguish myself, the king shall remark my valour. 1 revolts] i. e. revolters. Where we have liv'd'; and so extort from us 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 Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves; Gui. Than be so, Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: Arv. By this sun that shines, Did see man die? scarce ever look'd on blood, But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ? Where we have liv'd;] An account of our place of abode. This dialogue is a just representation of the superfluous caution of an old man. 3 their quarter'd fires,] Quarter'd fires, probably means no more than fires in the respective quarters of the Roman army. |