Would, Polydore, thou hadst not done 't! though valour ACT IV Becomes thee well enough. ARV. Would I had done 't, I would revenges, That possible strength might meet, would seek us through, And put us to our answer. BEL. Well, 'tis done : We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Where there's no profit. I pr'ythee, to our rock; Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him To dinner presently. ARV. Poor sick Fidele! I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour1 BEL. O thou Goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop 160 [exit. 170 180 Sc. II GUI. Re-enter GUIDERIUS. Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, [Solemn music. 1 to restore him to health. ACT IV BEL. Sc. II My ingenious instrument ! BEL. He went hence even now. GUI. What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother It did not speak before. All solemn things Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys. 190 Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, with IMOGEN, as dead, bearing her in his arms. ARV. The bird is dead That we have made so much on. I had rather Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, GUI. O sweetest, fairest Lily! BEL. O Melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to shew what coast thy sluggish care Might easiliest harbour in? Thou blessed Thing! 200 Jove knows what man thou might'st have made; but I, Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, 210 Not as Death's dart, being laugh'd at; his right cheek GUI. ARV. Where? O' the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought he slept; and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness GUI. Why, he but sleeps: With fairest flowers, If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, GUI. Pr'ythee, have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt. To the grave! ARV. 220 230 Say, where shall's lay him? Be't so: GUI. By good Euriphile, our mother. And let us, Polydore, though now our voices 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; Than priests and fanes that lie. 240 ARV. 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 ACT IV ACT IV (That Angel of the World) doth make distinction Yet bury him as a Prince. GUI. 250 Pray you, fetch him hither. GUI. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the East; ARV. GUI. ARV. GUI. ARV. Вотн. GUI. ARV. GUI. ARV. Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Fear no more the frown o' the great, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone ; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: No exorciser harm thee! 260 270 Вотн. Quiet consummation have; 280 ACT IV And renowned be thy grave! Re-enter BELARIUS with the body of CLOTEN. GUI. We have done our obsequies: come, lay him down. 290 [Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. IмO. [awaking.] Yes, Sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way? I thank you. By yond bush? Pray, how far thither? I have gone all night: 'faith, I'll lie down and sleep. [seeing the body of CLOTEN. These flowers are like the pleasures of the World; And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so; 300 Are sometimes, like our judgments, blind. Good faith, 310 |