Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Gui. No exorciser harm thee! And renowned be thy grave ! Re-enter BELARIUS, with the Body of CLOTEN. Gui. We have done our obsequies: Come lay him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers, but about midnight, more : The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, The ground, that gave them first, has them again; [Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Imo. [Awaking.] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the way ?— 7 Judgment. 8 Seal the same contract. 9 See W. Collins's song at the end of the Play. 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 :-O, gods and goddesses! [Seeing the Body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so ; This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity. 2 An arrow. 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? Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home: Which chance to find us: O, my lord, my lord! 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 confiners, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, That promise noble service: and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present numbers 5 i. e. 'Tis a ready, apposite conclusion. Be muster'd; bid the captains look to 't-Now, sir, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose? South. 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 spongy 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. 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, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest Imo. I am nothing or if not, That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! 1 From east to occident, cry out for service, Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Thy master in bleeding: Say his name, good friend. Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope [Aside. They'll pardon it. Say you, sir? Luc. Imo. Thy name? Fidele. 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. My friends, The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us |