Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say
Thou shalt be fo well master'd, but, be sure,
No lefs belov'd. The Roman Emperor's letters,
Sent by a Conful to me, should no fooner,

Than thine own worth, prefer thee: go with me.
Imo. I'll follow, Sir. But firft, an't pleafe the Gods,
I'll hide my mafter from the flies as deep

As thefe poor pickaxes can dig: and when

With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' ftrew'd his Grave,

And on it faid a century of pray'rs,

(Such as I can,) twice o'er, I'll weep and figh;

And, leaving fo his fervice, 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
Find out the prettieft dazied-Plot we can.
And make him with our pikes and partizans
A Grave; come, arm him: boy, he is preferr'd
By thee to us, and he fhall be interr'd
As foldiers can. Be chearful, wipe thine eyes:
Some Falls are means the happier to arise.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Cymbeline's Palace..

Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio.

Cym. A Gain; and bring me word, how 'tis with her :

A fever with the abfence of her fon;

Madness, of which her life's in danger; heav'ns!
How deeply you at once do touch me. Imagen,
The great part of my comfort, gone ! my Queen
Upon a defperate bed, and in a time

When fearful wars point at me! her fon gone,
So needful for this prefent! it ftrikes me, pat
The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure, and
Doft seem so ignorant, we'll force it from thee

By

By a fharp torture.

Pif. Sir, my life is yours,

I fet it at your will: but, for my mistress,

I nothing know where the remains: why, gone; Nor when the purposes Return. 'Beseech your Highness,

Hold me your loyal fervant.

Lord. Good my liege,

The day that she was miffing, he was here;
I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
All parts of his fubjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in feeking him,
And will no doubt be found.

Cym. The time is troublesome ;

We'll flip you for a feafon, but our jealoufie
Does yet depend.

Lord. So please your Majesty,

The Roman Legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coaft, with large fupply
Of Roman Gentlemen, by th' Senate fent.

Cym. Now for the counfel of my Son and Queen !

I am amaz'd with matter.

Lord. Good my liege,

Your preparation can affront no lefs

Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready;

The want is, but to put these Powers in motion,

That long to move.

Cym. I thank you; let's withdraw,

And meet the time, as it feeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us, but
We grieve at chances here.- Away.

Pif. I heard no letter from my master, fince
I wrote him. Imogen was flain. 'Tis ftrange;
Nor hear I from my miftrefs, who did promise
To yield me often tidings. Neither know I,
What is betide to Cloten; but remain

[Exeunt

Perplext in all. The heavens ftill must work; Wherein I'm falfe, I'm honeft: not true, to be true. These present wars fhall find, I love my Country,

Ev'n

Ev'n to the note o'th' 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. [Ex.

Guid.

SCENE changes to the Foreft.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

HE noife is round about us.

THE

Bel. Let us from it.

Arv. What pleasure, Sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure?

Guid. Nay, what hope

Have we in hiding us? this way

the Romans

Muft or for Britons flay us, or receive us
For barb'rous and unnatural Revolts

During their use, and flay us after.
Bel. Sons,

We'll higher to the mountains, there fecure us.
To the King's Party there's no going; newness
Of Cloten's death (we being not known, nor muster'd
Among the bands) may drive us to a Render

Where we have liv'd: and fo extort from us

That which we've done, whose answer would be death Drawn on with torture.

Guid. This is, Sir, a doubt

(In fuch a time) nothing becoming you,

Nor fatisfying us.

Arv. It is not likely,

That when they hear the Roman horfes neigh,
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes

And ears fo cloy'd importantly as now,
That they will wafte their time upon our note
To know from whence we are.

Bel. Oh, I am known

Of many in the army; many years,

Though Claten then but young, (you see,) not wore

him

From my remembrance. And, befides, the King
Hath not deferv'd my service, nor your loves,

Who find in my exile the want of breeding;

The

The certainty of this hard life, aye hopeless
To have the courtefie your cradle promis'd;
But to be ftill hot fummer's tanlings, and
The fhrinking flaves of winter.

Guid. Than be so, Better to cease to be.

Pray, Sir, to th' army; I and my brother are not known; your felf So out of thought, and thereto fo o'er-grown, Cannot be queftion'd.

Arv. By this Sun that shines,

I'll thither; what thing is it, that I never
Did fee man die, fcarce ever look'd on blood,
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venifon?
Never beftrid a horfe fave one, that had

A rider like my self who ne'er wore rowel,
Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd
To look upon the holy Sun, to have
The benefit of his best beams, remaining
So long a poor unknown.

If

Guid. By heav'ns, I'll go

you will blefs me, Sir, and give me leave, I'll take the better care; but if you will not, The hazard therefore due fall on me, by

The hands of Romans!

Ar. So fay I, Amen.

Bel. No reafon I (fince of

your lives you

So flight a valuation) fhould referve

fet

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 lye.

Lead, lead; the time feems long: their blood thinks

fcorn

'Till it flie out, and fhew them Princes born.

[Exe.

3

ACT

SCENE, a Field between the British and
Roman Camps.

Enter Pofthumus, with a bloody handkerchief.
POSTHUMUS.

EA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wisht,
Thou should't be colour'd thus. You married
Ones,

If each of you would take this course, how many
Muft murther wives much better than themselves
For wrying but a little? oh, Pifanio!

Every good fervant does not all Commands;

No bond, but to do juft ones,

Gods! if you

Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never
Had liv'd to put on this; fo had you faved

The noble Imogen to repent, and struck

Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But alack, You fnatch fome hence for faults; that's love;

To have them fall no more :

(25)

you some permit (25)

To

-you fome permit

To fecond Ills with Ills, each worse than other,

And make them dread it, to the Doers' thrift.] The Di vinity Schools have not furnish'd jufter Obfervations on the Conduct of Providence, than Poftbumus gives us here in his private Reflections. You Gods, says He, act in a different manner with your different Creatures;

You fnatch fome bence for little Faults; that's Love ;

To have them fall no more.

Others, fays our Poet, you permit to live on, to multiply and increase in Crimes,

And make them dread it, to the Doers' Thrift. Here's a Relative without an antecedent Subftantive; which is a Breach of Grammar. We must certainly read,

And