SCENE III. A room in 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 which her life's in danger:-Heavens, When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, Pis. Sir, my life is yours, 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 highness, Hold me your loyal servant. 1 Lord. For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, Сут. The time's troublesome : [To Pisanio. Does yet depend. Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen! I am amaz'd with matter*. 1 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 those powers‡ in motion, That long to move. Сут. 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 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 : 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. Gui. 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? Gui. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans * Confounded by a variety of business. Forces. + Encounter. § Notice. Must or for Britons slay us; or receive us Sons, Bel. We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. To the king's party there's no going; newness Of Cloten's death (we being not known, not muster'd Among the bands) may drive us to a render + Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us That which we've done, whose answer would be death That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, That they will waste their time upon our note ‡, Bel. O, I am known Of many in the army: many years, him From my remembrance. And, besides, the king Than be so, Gui. Arv. By this sun that shines, I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never * Revolters. VOL. IX. + An account. Noticing us. Did see man die? scarce ever look'd on blood, To look upon the holy sun, to have Gui. Arv. So say I; Amen. Bel. No reason I, since on 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, Till it fly out, and show them princes born. [Aside. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I. A field between the British and Roman camps. Enter Posthumus, with a bloody handkerchief. Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones, If each of you would take this course, how many Must murder wives much better than themselves, For wrying but a little?-O, Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands: No bond, but to do just ones.-Gods! if you * Deviating from the right way. Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never Me wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, alack, Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know SCENE II. The same. Enter at one side, Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman army; at the other side, the British army; Leonatus Posthumus following it, like a poor soldier. They march over, and go out. Alarums. Then enter again in skirmish, Iachimo and Posthumus : he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachimo, and then leaves him. Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, * Incite, instigate. |