First Lord. So please your majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Cym. Now for the counsel of my son and I am amazed with matter. First 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 That long to move. Cym. I thank you. Let's withdraw; [Exeunt all but Pisanio. Pis. I heard no letter from my master since I wrote him Imogen was slain: 'tis strange : Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings; neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain 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, 30 40 'had no letter.' Several of the older editions substitute have had no letter.' 44. Even to the note o' the king, so that even the king learns it. SCENE IV. Wales: before the cave of Belarius. 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 During their use, and slay us after. Bel. Sons, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Among the bands—may drive us to a render That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, 6. revolts, rebels. 7. During their use, (receive us) so long as they can make use of us. II. render, report. ΤΟ 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 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 The benefit of his blest beams, remaining Gui. The hands of Romans! Arv. So say I amen. 29. tanlings, tanned boys. 33. o'ergrown, i.e. with shaggy, unkempt hair. 40 30 20 Bel. No reason I, since of your lives you set Have with you, 50 If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie: Till it fly out and show them princes born. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Britain. The Roman camp. Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody handkerchief. Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones, If each of you should take this course, how many Must murder wives much better than themselves For wrying but a little! O Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands: No bond but to do just ones. Gods! if you Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never Had lived to put on this: so had you saved The noble Imogen to repent, and struck 50. Have with you, take me with you. I. I wish'd; Rowe's emenda tion of Ff I am wish'd. ΤΟ 9. to put on this, to instigate to Imogen's death. Me, wretch more worth your vengeance. But, alack, You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, To have them fall no more: you some permit And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift. Against my lady's kingdom: 'tis enough. That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace! heavens, Therefore, good Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know 20 30 15. make them dread it, to the doers' thrift, make the doers fear the final Nemesis to their own advantage, by causing them to repent in time. |