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Luc. Ay, good youth;
And rather father thee, than master thec.
My friends,
The boy hath taught us manly duties : Let us
Find out the prettiest daizy'd plot we can,
And make him with our pikes and partizans
A grave : Come, arm him.-Boy, he is preferr'd
By thee to us; and he shall be interr’d,

501 As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes : Some falls are means the happier to arise, [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

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 wbich her life's in danger :---Heavens, How deeply you at once do touch me ! Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone: my queen Upon a desperate bed; and in a time When fearful wars point at me: her son gone, 510 So needful for this present: It strikes me, past The hope of comfort.—But for thee, fellow, Who needs must know of her departure, and Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee By a sharp torture. Pis, Sir, my life is your's,

I humbly

I humbly set it at your will : But, for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your high-

ness,
Hold me your loyal servant.

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Lord. Good my liege,
The day that she was missing, he was here:
I dare be bound he's true, and shall perforin
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten-
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will, no doubt, be found.

Cym. The time is troublesome;
We'll slip you for a season ; but our jealousy

[To PISANIO. Does yet depend. Lord. So please your majesty,

530 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.

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 these powers in motion, That long to move.

540 Cym. I thank you : Let's withdraw; And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not What can from Italy annoy us; but

We

We grieve at chances here.Away. [Exeunt.

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: 550 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.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.

Before the Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and

ARVIRAGUS.

Guid. 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?
Guid. Nay, what hope

560
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.
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Το

580

To the king's party there's no going : newness
Of Cloten's death (we being not known, nor muster'd
Among the bands) may drive us to a render
Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us that
Which we have done, whose answer would be death,
Drawn on with torture.

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Guid. This is, sir, a doubt,
In such a time, nothing becoming you,
Nor satisfying us.

Aru. It is not likely,
That when they hear thie Román horses neight,
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes
And ears so cloy'd importantly as now,
That they will waste their time upon our note,
To know from whence we are.

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
Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves;
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
The certainty of this hard life ; aye hopeless
To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd,
But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and 590
The shrinking slaves of winter.

Guid. Than be so,
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:
I and my brother are not known; yourself,
So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,

Cannot

Cannot be question'd.

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, But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ? Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had 601 A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd To look upon the holy sun, to have, The benefit of his blest beams, remaining So long a poor unknown.

Guid, By heavens, I'll go : If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, I'll take the better care ; The hazard therefore due fall on me, by 610 The hands of Romans !

Arv. So say I; Amen.

Bel. No reason I, since of 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,

[ Aside. 'Till it fly out, and shew them princes born.

[Exeunt.

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