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ACT IV SCENE IIBefore the cave of Belarius.
Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS,ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN
BELARIUSTo IMOGEN
We’ll come to you after hunting.
ARVIRAGUSTo IMOGEN
Are we not brothers?
IMOGENSo man and man should be;
But clay and clay differs in dignity, 5
Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
GUIDERIUSGo you to hunting; I’ll abide with him.
IMOGENSo sick I am not, yet I am not well;
But not so citizen a wanton as
To seem to die ere sick: so please you, leave me; 10
Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom
Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me; society is no comfort
To one not sociable: I am not very sick,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here: 15
I’ll rob none but myself; and let me die,
Stealing so poorly.
GUIDERIUSI love thee; I have spoke it
How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my father. 20
BELARIUSWhat! how! how!
ARVIRAGUSIf it be sin to say so, I yoke me
In my good brother’s fault: I know not why
I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love’s reason’s without reason: the bier at door, 25
And a demand who is’t shall die, I’d say
‘My father, not this youth.’
BELARIUSAside
O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!
Cowards father cowards and base things sire base:
Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace. 30
I’m not their father; yet who this should be,
Doth miracle itself, loved before me.
‘Tis the ninth hour o’ the morn.
ARVIRAGUSBrother, farewell.
IMOGENI wish ye sport. 35
ARVIRAGUSYou health. So please you, sir.
IMOGENAside
I have heard!
Our courtiers say all’s savage but at court:
Experience, O, thou disprovest report!
The imperious seas breed monsters, for the dish 40
Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
I am sick still; heart-sick. Pisanio,
I’ll now taste of thy drug.
Swallows some
GUIDERIUSI could not stir him:
He said he was gentle, but unfortunate; 45
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.
ARVIRAGUSThus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter
I might know more.
BELARIUSTo the field, to the field!
We’ll leave you for this time: go in and rest. 50
ARVIRAGUSWe’ll not be long away.
BELARIUSPray, be not sick,
For you must be our housewife.
IMOGENWell or ill,
I am bound to you. 55
BELARIUSAnd shalt be ever.
Exit IMOGEN, to the cave
This youth, how’er distress’d, appears he hath had
Good ancestors.
ARVIRAGUSHow angel-like he sings!
GUIDERIUSBut his neat cookery! he cut our roots 60
In characters,
And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick
And he her dieter.
ARVIRAGUSNobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh 65
Was that it was, for not being such a smile;
The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From so divine a temple, to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
GUIDERIUSI do note 70
That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their spurs together.
ARVIRAGUSGrow, patience!
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
His perishing root with the increasing vine! 75
BELARIUSIt is great morning. Come, away!–
Who’s there?
Enter CLOTEN
CLOTENI cannot find those runagates; that villain
Hath mock’d me. I am faint.
BELARIUS‘Those runagates!’ 80
Means he not us? I partly know him: ’tis
Cloten, the son o’ the queen. I fear some ambush.
I saw him not these many years, and yet
I know ’tis he. We are held as outlaws: hence!
GUIDERIUSHe is but one: you and my brother search 85
What companies are near: pray you, away;
Let me alone with him.
Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS
CLOTENSoft! What are you
That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers?
I have heard of such. What slave art thou? 90
GUIDERIUSA thing
More slavish did I ne’er than answering
A slave without a knock.
CLOTENThou art a robber,
A law-breaker, a villain: yield thee, thief. 95
GUIDERIUSTo who? to thee? What art thou? Have not I
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art,
Why I should yield to thee? 100
CLOTENThou villain base,
Know’st me not by my clothes?
GUIDERIUSNo, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee. 105
CLOTENThou precious varlet,
My tailor made them not.
GUIDERIUSHence, then, and thank
The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool;
I am loath to beat thee. 110
CLOTENThou injurious thief,
Hear but my name, and tremble.
GUIDERIUSWhat’s thy name?
CLOTENCloten, thou villain.
GUIDERIUSCloten, thou double villain, be thy name, 115
I cannot tremble at it: were it Toad, or
Adder, Spider,
‘Twould move me sooner.
CLOTENTo thy further fear,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know 120
I am son to the queen.
GUIDERIUSI am sorry for ‘t; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.
CLOTENArt not afeard?
GUIDERIUSThose that I reverence those I fear, the wise: 125
At fools I laugh, not fear them.
CLOTENDie the death:
When I have slain thee with my proper hand,
I’ll follow those that even now fled hence,
And on the gates of Lud’s-town set your heads: 130
Yield, rustic mountaineer.
Exeunt, fighting
Re-enter BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS
BELARIUSNo companies abroad?
ARVIRAGUSNone in the world: you did mistake him, sure.
BELARIUSI cannot tell: long is it since I saw him,
But time hath nothing blurr’d those lines of favour 135
Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,
And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute
‘Twas very Cloten.
ARVIRAGUSIn this place we left them:
I wish my brother make good time with him, 140
You say he is so fell.
BELARIUSBeing scarce made up,
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension
Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment
Is oft the cause of fear. But, see, thy brother. 145
Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with CLOTEN’S head
GUIDERIUSThis Cloten was a fool, an empty purse;
There was no money in’t: not Hercules
Could have knock’d out his brains, for he had none:
Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
My head as I do his. 150
BELARIUSWhat hast thou done?
GUIDERIUSI am perfect what: cut off one Cloten’s head,
Son to the queen, after his own report;
Who call’d me traitor, mountaineer, and swore
With his own single hand he’ld take us in 155
Displace our heads where–thank the gods!–they grow,
And set them on Lud’s-town.
BELARIUSWe are all undone.
GUIDERIUSWhy, worthy father, what have we to lose,
But that he swore to take, our lives? The law 160
Protects not us: then why should we be tender
To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us,
Play judge and executioner all himself,
For we do fear the law? What company
Discover you abroad? 165
BELARIUSNo single soul
Can we set eye on; but in all safe reason
He must have some attendants. Though his humour
Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that
From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not 170
Absolute madness could so far have raved
To bring him here alone; although perhaps
It may be heard at court that such as we
Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time
May make some stronger head; the which he hearing– 175
As it is like him–might break out, and swear
He’ld fetch us in; yet is’t not probable
To come alone, either he so undertaking,
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear,
If we do fear this body hath a tail 180
More perilous than the head.
ARVIRAGUSLet ordinance
Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe’er,
My brother hath done well.
BELARIUSI had no mind 185
To hunt this day: the boy Fidele’s sickness
Did make my way long forth.
GUIDERIUSWith his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta’en
His head from him: I’ll throw’t into the creek 190
Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,
And tell the fishes he’s the queen’s son, Cloten:
That’s all I reck.
Exit
BELARIUSI fear ’twill be revenged:
Would, Polydote, thou hadst not done’t! though valour 195
Becomes thee well enough.
ARVIRAGUSWould I had done’t
So the revenge alone pursued me! Polydore,
I love thee brotherly, but envy much
Thou hast robb’d me of this deed: I would revenges, 200
That possible strength might meet, would seek us through
And put us to our answer.
BELARIUSWell, ’tis done:
We’ll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Where there’s no profit. I prithee, to our rock; 205
You and Fidele play the cooks: I’ll stay
Till hasty Polydote return, and bring him
To dinner presently.
ARVIRAGUSPoor sick Fidele!
I’ll weringly to him: to gain his colour 210
I’ld let a parish of such Clotens’ blood,
And praise myself for charity.
Exit
BELARIUSO thou goddess,
Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon’st
In these two princely boys! They are as gentle 215
As zephyrs blowing below the violet,
Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough,
Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
And make him stoop to the vale. ‘Tis wonder 220
That an invisible instinct should frame them
To royalty unlearn’d, honour untaught,
Civility not seen from other, valour
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been sow’d. Yet still it’s strange 225
What Cloten’s being here to us portends,
Or what his death will bring us.
Re-enter GUIDERIUS
GUIDERIUSWhere’s my brother?
I have sent Cloten’s clotpoll down the stream,
In embassy to his mother: his body’s hostage 230
For his return.
Solemn music
BELARIUSMy ingenious instrument!
Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark!
GUIDERIUSIs he at home? 235
BELARIUSHe went hence even now.
GUIDERIUSWhat does he mean? since death of my dear’st mother
it did not speak before. All solemn things
Should answer solemn accidents. The matter?
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys 240
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
Is Cadwal mad?
BELARIUSLook, here he comes,
And brings the dire occasion in his arms
Of what we blame him for. 245
Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, with IMOGEN, as dead,bearing her in his arms
ARVIRAGUSThe bird is dead
That we have made so much on. I had rather
Have skipp’d from sixteen years of age to sixty,
To have turn’d my leaping-time into a crutch,
Than have seen this. 250
GUIDERIUSO sweetest, fairest lily!
My brother wears thee not the one half so well
As when thou grew’st thyself.
BELARIUSO melancholy!
Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find 255
The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare
Might easiliest harbour in? Thou blessed thing!
Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I,
Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy.
How found you him? 260
ARVIRAGUSStark, as you see:
Thus smiling, as some fly hid tickled slumber,
Not as death’s dart, being laugh’d at; his
right cheek
Reposing on a cushion. 265
GUIDERIUSWhere?
ARVIRAGUSO’ the floor;
His arms thus leagued: I thought he slept, and put
My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness
Answer’d my steps too loud. 270
GUIDERIUSWhy, he but sleeps:
If he be gone, he’ll make his grave a bed;
With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,
And worms will not come to thee.
ARVIRAGUSWith fairest flowers 275
Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele,
I’ll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack
The flower that’s like thy face, pale primrose, nor
The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, 280
Out-sweeten’d not thy breath: the ruddock would,
With charitable bill,–O bill, sore-shaming
Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie
Without a monument!–bring thee all this;
Yea, and furr’d moss besides, when flowers are none, 285
To winter-ground thy corse.
GUIDERIUSPrithee, 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 290
Is now due debt. To the grave!
ARVIRAGUSSay, where shall’s lay him?
GUIDERIUSBy good Euriphile, our mother.
ARVIRAGUSBe’t so:
And let us, Polydore, though now our voices 295
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.
GUIDERIUSCadwal,
I cannot sing: I’ll weep, and word it with thee; 300
For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse
Than priests and fanes that lie.
ARVIRAGUSWe’ll speak it, then.
BELARIUSGreat griefs, I see, medicine the less; for Cloten
Is quite forgot. He was a queen’s son, boys; 305
And though he came our enemy, remember
He was paid for that: though mean and
mighty, rotting
Together, have one dust, yet reverence,
That angel of the world, doth make distinction 310
Of place ‘tween high and low. Our foe was princely
And though you took his life, as being our foe,
Yet bury him as a prince.
GUIDERIUSPray You, fetch him hither.
Thersites’ body is as good as Ajax’, 315
When neither are alive.
ARVIRAGUSIf you’ll go fetch him,
We’ll say our song the whilst. Brother, begin.
Exit BELARIUS
GUIDERIUSNay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east;
My father hath a reason for’t. 320
ARVIRAGUS‘Tis true.
GUIDERIUSCome on then, and remove him.
ARVIRAGUSSo. Begin.
SONG
GUIDERIUSFear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages; 325
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
ARVIRAGUSFear no more the frown o’ the great; 330
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust. 335
GUIDERIUSFear no more the lightning flash,
ARVIRAGUSNor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
GUIDERIUSFear not slander, censure rash;
ARVIRAGUSThou hast finish’d joy and moan:
GUIDERIUS| 340
| All lovers young, all lovers must
ARVIRAGUS| Consign to thee, and come to dust.
GUIDERIUSNo exorciser harm thee!
ARVIRAGUSNor no witchcraft charm thee!
GUIDERIUSGhost unlaid forbear thee! 345
ARVIRAGUSNothing ill come near thee!
GUIDERIUS|
| Quiet consummation have;
ARVIRAGUS| And renowned be thy grave!
Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of CLOTEN
GUIDERIUSWe have done our obsequies: come, lay him down. 350
BELARIUSHere’s a few flowers; but ’bout midnight, more:
The herbs that have on them cold dew o’ the night
Are strewings fitt’st for graves. Upon their faces.
You were as flowers, now wither’d: even so
These herblets shall, which we upon you strew. 355
Come on, away: apart upon our knees.
The ground that gave them first has them again:
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.
Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS
IMOGENAwaking
the way?–
I thank you.–By yond bush?–Pray, how far thither? 360
‘Ods pittikins! can it be six mile yet?–
I have gone all night. ‘Faith, I’ll lie down and sleep.
But, soft! no bedfellow!–O gods and goddesses!
Seeing the body of CLOTEN
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;
This bloody man, the care on’t. I hope I dream; 365
For so I thought I was a cave-keeper,
And cook to honest creatures: but ’tis not so;
‘Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
Which the brain makes of fumes: our very eyes
Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith, 370
I tremble stiff with fear: but if there be
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity
As a wren’s eye, fear’d gods, a part of it!
The dream’s here still: even when I wake, it is
Without me, as within me; not imagined, felt. 375
A headless man! The garments of Posthumus!
I know the shape of’s leg: this is his hand;
His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh;
The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face
Murder in heaven?–How!–‘Tis gone. Pisanio, 380
All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
Conspired with that irregulous devil, Cloten,
Hast here cut off my lord. To write and read
Be henceforth treacherous! Damn’d Pisanio 385
Hath with his forged letters,–damn’d Pisanio–
From this most bravest vessel of the world
Struck the main-top! O Posthumus! alas,
Where is thy head? where’s that? Ay me!
where’s that? 390
Pisanio might have kill’d thee at the heart,
And left this head on. How should this be? Pisanio?
‘Tis he and Cloten: malice and lucre in them
Have laid this woe here. O, ’tis pregnant, pregnant!
The drug he gave me, which he said was precious 395
And cordial to me, have I not found it
Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home:
This is Pisanio’s deed, and Cloten’s: O!
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
That we the horrider may seem to those 400
Which chance to find us: O, my lord, my lord!
Falls on the body
Enter LUCIUS, a Captain and other Officers,and a Soothsayer
CaptainTo them the legions garrison’d in Gailia,
After your will, have cross’d the sea, attending
You here at Milford-Haven with your ships:
They are in readiness. 405
CAIUS LUCIUSBut what from Rome?
CaptainThe 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, 410
Syenna’s brother.
CAIUS LUCIUSWhen expect you them?
CaptainWith the next benefit o’ the wind.
CAIUS LUCIUSThis forwardness
Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers 415
Be muster’d; bid the captains look to’t. Now, sir,
What have you dream’d of late of this war’s purpose?
SoothsayerLast 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 420
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.
CAIUS LUCIUSDream often so, 425
And never false. Soft, ho! what trunk is here
Without his top? The ruin speaks that sometime
It was a worthy building. How! a page!
Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead rather;
For nature doth abhor to make his bed 430
With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.
Let’s see the boy’s face.
CaptainHe’s alive, my lord.
CAIUS LUCIUSHe’ll then instruct us of this body. Young one,
Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems 435
They crave to be demanded. Who is this
Thou makest 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? 440
What art thou?
IMOGENI am nothing: or if not,
Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
A very valiant Briton and a good,
That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas! 445
There is no more such masters: I may wander
From east to occident, cry out for service,
Try many, all good, serve truly, never
Find such another master.
CAIUS LUCIUS‘Lack, good youth! 450
Thou movest no less with thy complaining than
Thy master in bleeding: say his name, good friend.
IMOGENRichard du Champ.
Aside
If I do lie and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope 455
They’ll pardon it.–Say you, sir?
CAIUS LUCIUSThy name?
IMOGENFidele, sir.
CAIUS LUCIUSThou dost approve thyself the very same:
Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name. 460
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say
Thou shalt be so well master’d, but, be sure,
No less beloved. The Roman emperor’s letters,
Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
Than thine own worth prefer thee: go with me. 465
IMOGENI’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 ha’ strew’d his grave,
And on it said a century of prayers, 470
Such as I can, twice o’er, I’ll weep and sigh;
And leaving so his service, follow you,
So please you entertain me.
CAIUS LUCIUSAy, good youth!
And rather father thee than master thee. 475
My friends,
The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us
Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can,
And make him with our pikes and partisans
A grave: come, arm him. Boy, he is preferr’d 480
By thee to us, and he shall be interr’d
As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes
Some falls are means the happier to arise.
Exeunt
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