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Wales. Before the Cave of Belarius. Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, and INNOGEN. Belarius [To INNOGEN.] You are not well. Remain here in the cave; We'll come to you after hunting. Arviragus [To INNOGEN.] Brother, stay here. Are we not brothers? Innogen So man and man should be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. Guiderius Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. Innogen So 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, 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; I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Stealing so poorly. Guiderius I love thee; I have spoke it How much the quantity, the weight as much As I do love my father. Belarius What? How, how? Arviragus If it be sin to say so, sir, 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, And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say 'My father, not this youth'. Belarius [Aside.] O noble strain! O worthiness of nature! Breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards and base things sire base. Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace. I'm not their father, yet who this should be Doth miracle itself, loved before me. [To ALL.] 'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn. Arviragus Brother, farewell. Innogen I wish ye sport. Arviragus You health. [To BELARIUS.] So please you, sir. [ARVIRAGUS, GUIDERIUS, and BELARIUS talk apart. Innogen [Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard! Our courtiers say all's savage but at court. Experience, O thou disprov'st report! Th' imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. I am sick still, heart-sick. Pisanio, I'll now taste of thy drug. [Swallowing the drug. Guiderius I could not stir him. He said he was gentle, but unfortunate; Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. Arviragus Thus did he answer me; yet said hereafter I might know more. Belarius To th' field, to th' field! [To INNOGEN.] We'll leave you for this time. Go in and rest. Arviragus We'll not be long away. Belarius Pray be not sick, For you must be our housewife. Innogen Well or ill, I am bound to you. Belarius And shalt be ever. [Exit INNOGEN into the cave. This youth, howe'er distressed, appears he hath had Good ancestors. Arviragus How angel-like he sings! Guiderius But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters, And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick And he her dieter. Arviragus Nobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh 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. Guiderius I do note That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Mingle their spurs together. Arviragus Grow patience, And let the stinking-elder, grief, untwine His perishing root with the increasing vine. Belarius It is great morning. Come, away! - Who's there? Enter CLOTEN, dressed in the clothes of Posthumus. Cloten I cannot find those runagates; that villain Hath mocked me. I am faint. Belarius 'Those runagates?' Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis Cloten, the son o'th' queen. I fear some ambush. I saw him not these many years, and yet. I know 'tis he. We are held as outlaws. Hence! Guiderius He is but one. You and my brother search What companies are near. Pray you, away; Let me alone with him. [Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS. Cloten Soft, what are you That fly me thus? Some villain mountaineers? I have heard of such. What slave art thou? Guiderius A thing More slavish did I ne'er than answering A slave without a knock. Cloten Thou art a robber, A law-breaker, a villain. Yield thee, thief! Guiderius To 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. Cloten Thou villain base, Know'st me not by my clothes? Guiderius No, nor thy tailor, rascal, Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes, Which, as it seems, make thee. Cloten Thou precious varlet, My tailor made them not. Guiderius Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; I am loath to beat thee. Cloten Thou injurious thief, Hear but my name and tremble. Guiderius What's thy name? Cloten Cloten, thou villain. Guiderius Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it were it Toad, or Adder, Spider, 'Twould move me sooner. Cloten To thy further fear, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know I am son to th' queen. Guiderius I am sorry for't; not seeming So worthy as thy birth. Cloten Art not afeard? Guiderius Those that I reverence, those I fear - the wise; At fools I laugh, not fear them. Cloten Die 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. Yield, rustic mountaineer! [Exeunt fighting. Re-enter BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS. Belarius No companies abroad? Arviragus None in the world. You did mistake him, sure. Belarius I cannot tell. Long is it since I saw him, But time hath nothing blurred those lines of favour Which then he wore. The snatches in his voice And burst of speaking, were as his. I am absolute 'Twas very Cloten. Arviragus In this place we left them. I wish my brother make good time with him, You say he is so fell. Belarius Being scarce made up, I mean to man, he had not apprehension Of roaring terrors; for defect of judgement Is oft the cause of fear. Re-enter GUIDERIUS with CLOTEN's head. But see, thy brother. Guiderius This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse, There was no money in't. Not Hercules Could have knocked out his brains, for he had none. Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne My head as I do his. Belarius What hast thou done? Guiderius I am perfect what: cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report, Who called me traitor, mountaineer, and swore With his own single hand he'd take us in, Displace our heads where - thank the gods! - they grow, And set them on Lud's Town. Belarius We are all undone. Guiderius Why, worthy father, what have we to lose But that he swore to take, our lives? The law 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? Belarius No single soul Can we set eye on; but in all safe reason He must have some attendants. Though his honour Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that From one bad thing to worse, not frenzy, not 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- As it is like him - might break out and swear He'd 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 More perilous than the head. Arviragus Let ordinance Come as the gods foresay it. Howsoe'er, My brother hath done well. Belarius I had no mind To hunt this day; the boy Fidele's sickness Did make my way long forth. Guiderius With 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 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. Belarius I fear 'twill be revenged. Would, Polydore, thou hadst not done't! Though valour Becomes thee well enough. Arviragus Would I had done't, So the revenge alone pursued me. Polydore, I love thee brotherly, but envy much Thou hast robbed me of this deed. I would revenges, That possible strength might meet, would seek us through And put us to our answer. Belarius Well, 'tis done. We'll hunt no more today, nor seek for danger Where there's no profit. I prithee, to our rock. You and Fidele play the cooks; I'll stay Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him To dinner presently. Arviragus Poor sick Fidele! I'll willingly to him. To gain his colour I'd let a parish of such Clotens' blood, And praise myself for charity. [Exit. Belarius O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, thou thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rud'st wind That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to th' vale. 'Tis wonder That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearned, honour untaught, Civility not seen from other, valour That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop As if it had been sowed. Yet still it's strange What Cloten's being here to us portends, Or what his death will bring us. Re-enter GUIDERIUS. Guiderius Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, In embassy to his mother; his body's hostage For his return. [Solemn music. Belarius My ingenious instrument; Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! Guiderius Is he at home? Belarius He went hence even now. Guiderius What 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 Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. Is Cadwal mad? Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, with INNOGEN as dead, bearing her in his arms. Belarius Look, here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms Of what we blame him for. Arviragus The bird is dead That we have made so much on. I had rather Have skipped from sixteen years of age to sixty, To have turned my leaping-time into a crutch, Than have seen this. Guiderius O sweetest, fairest lily! My brother wears thee not one half so well As when thou grew'st thyself. Belarius O melancholy, Who ever yet could sound thy bottom, find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare Mightst easiliest harbour in? Thou blessd thing! Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I, Thou died'st a most rare boy, of melancholy. How found you him? Arviragus Stark, as you see; Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, Not as death's dart being laughed at; his right cheek Reposing on a cushion. Guiderius Where? Arviragus O'th' floor, His arms thus leagued. I thought he slept, and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness Answered my steps too loud. Guiderius Why, 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. Arviragus With fairest flowers, 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, Outsweetened 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 furred moss besides. When flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse- Guiderius Prithee, 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 th' grave. Arviragus Say, where shall's lay him? Guiderius By good Euriphile, our mother. Arviragus Be't so; And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to th' ground, As once our mother; use like note and words, Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. Guiderius Cadwal, I cannot sing. I'll weep, and word it with thee; For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse Than priests and fanes that lie. Arviragus We'll speak it then. Belarius Great griefs, I see, med'cine the less; for Cloten 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 Together have one dust, yet reverence, That angel of the world, doth make distinction 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. Guiderius Pray you, fetch him hither; Thersites' body is as good as Ajax', When neither are alive. Arviragus If you'll go fetch him, We'll say our song the whilst. Brother, begin. [Exit BELARIUS. Guiderius Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to th' east; My father hath a reason for't. Arviragus 'Tis true. Guiderius Come on then, and remove him. Arviragus So. Begin. SONG Guiderius Fear no more the heat o'th' sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; 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. Arviragus Fear no more the frown o'th' great, 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. Guiderius Fear no more the lightning-flash, Arviragus Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone; Guiderius Fear not slander, censure rash, Arviragus Thou hast finished joy and moan. Both All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust. Guiderius No exorciser harm thee! Arviragus Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Guiderius Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Arviragus Nothing ill come near thee! Both Quiet consummation have, And renownd be thy grave! Re-enter BELARIUS with the headless body of Cloten. Guiderius We have done our obsequies. Come, lay him down. Belarius Here's a few flowers, but 'bout midnight more. The herbs that have on them cold dew o'th' night Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces. You were as flowers, now withered; even so These herblets shall, which we upon you strew. 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. Innogen [Awaking.] Yes, sir, to Milford Haven, which is the way? I thank you. By yond bush? Pray, how far thither? '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; 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 judgements, blind. Good faith, I tremble still with fear; but if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, feared gods, a part of it! The dream's here still. Even when I wake, it is Without me as within me; not imagined, felt. 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, 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! Damned Pisanio Hath with his forgd letters - damned 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? Pisanio might have killed 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 And cordial to me, have I not found it Murd'rous to th' senses? That confirms it home. This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten. O, Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood That we the horrider may seem to those Which chance to find us. O, my lord, my lord! [Faints across the body. Enter LUCIUS, A ROMAN CAPTAIN, other OFFICERS, and A SOOTHSAYER, to them. Captain The legions garrisoned in Gallia, After your will, have crossed the sea, attending You here at Milford Haven with your ships. They are here in readiness. Lucius But what from Rome? Captain The senate hath stirred up the confiners And gentlemen of Italy, most willing spirits That promise noble service; and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Sienna's brother. Lucius When expect you them? Captain With the next benefit o'th' wind. Lucius This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers Be mustered. Bid the captains look to't. Now, sir, What have you dreamed of late of this war's purpose? Soothsayer Last night the very gods showed me a vision- I fast and prayed for their intelligence - thus: I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, winged From the spongy south to this part of the west, There vanished in the sunbeams, which portends- Unless my sins abuse my divination- Success to th' Roman host. Lucius Dream often so, And never false. [Seeing the bodies. 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 With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead. Let's see the boy's face. Captain He's alive, my lord. Lucius 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 That, otherwise than noble nature did, Hath altered that good picture? What's thy interest In this sad wreck? How came't? Who is't? What art thou? Innogen I 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, 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. Lucius 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining than Thy master in bleeding. Say his name, good friend. Innogen Richard du Champ. [Aside.] If I do lie and do No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope They'll pardon it. [To LUCIUS.] Say you, sir? Lucius Thy name? Innogen Fidele, sir. Lucius 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 mastered, 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. Innogen 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 ha' strewed 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. Lucius Ay, good youth; And rather father thee than master thee. 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 preferred By thee to us, and he shall be interred As soldiers can. Be cheerful, wipe thine eyes; Some falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeunt.