2740A madnesse, of which her life's in danger: Heauens,

2741How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen,

2742The great part of my comfort, gone: My Queene

2743Vpon a desperate bed, and in a time

2744When fearefull Warres point at me: Her Sonne gone,

2745So needfull for this present? It strikes me, past

2746The hope of comfort. But for thee, Fellow,

2747Who needs must know of her departure, and

2748Dost seeme so ignorant, wee'l enforce it from thee

2749By a sharpe Torture.

2750Pis. Sir, my life is yours,

2751I humbly set it at your will: But for my Mistris,

2752I nothing know where she remaines: why gone,

2753Nor when she purposes returne. Beseech your Highnes,

2754Hold me your loyall Seruant.

2755Lord. Good my Liege,

2756The day that she was missing, he was heere;

2757I dare be bound hee's true, and shall performe

2758All parts of his subiection loyally. For Cloten,

2759There wants no diligence in seeking him,

2760And will no doubt be found.

2761Cym. The time is troublesome:

2762Wee'l slip you for a season, but our iealousie

2763Do's yet depend.

2764Lord. So please your Maiesty,

2765The Romaine Legions, all from Gallia drawne,

2766Are landed on your Coast, with a supply

2767Of Romaine Gentlemen, by the Senate sent.

2768Cym. Now for the Counsaile of my Son and Queen,

2769I am amaz'd with matter.

2770Lord. Good my Liege,

2771Your preparation can affront no lesse

2772Then what you heare of. Come more, for more you're (ready:

2773The want is, but to put those Powres in motion,

2774That long to moue.

2775Cym. I thanke you: let's withdraw

2776And meete the Time, as it seekes vs. We feare not

2777What can from Italy annoy vs, but

2778We greeue at chances heere. Away. Exeunt

2779Pisa. I heard no Letter from my Master, since

2780I wrote him Imogen was slaine. 'Tis strange:

2781Nor heare I from my Mistris, who did promise

2782To yeeld me often tydings. Neither know I

2783What is betide to Cloten, but remaine

2784Perplext in all. The Heauens still must worke:

2785Wherein I am false, I am honest: not true, to be true.

2786These present warres shall finde I loue my Country,

2787Euen to the note o'th' King, or Ile fall in them:

2788All other doubts, by time let them be cleer'd,

2789Fortune brings in some Boats, that are not steer'd. Exit.

2792Gui. The noyse is round about vs.

2793Bel. Let vs from it.

2794Arui. What pleasure Sir, we finde in life, to locke it

2795From Action, and Aduenture.

2796Gui. Nay, what hope

2797Haue we in hiding vs? This way the Romaines

2798Must, or for Britaines slay vs or receiue vs

2799For barbarous and vnnaturall Reuolts

2800During their vse, and slay vs after.

2801Bel. Sonnes,

2802Wee'l higher to the Mountaines, there secure v..

2803To the Kings party there's no going: newnesse

2804Of Clotens death (we being not knowne, not muster'd

2805Among the Bands) may driue vs to a render

2806Where we haue liu'd; and so extort from's that

2807Which we haue done, whose answer would be death

2808Drawne on with Torture.

2809Gui. This is (Sir) a doubt

2810In such a time, nothing becomming you,

2811Nor satisfying vs.

2812Arui. It is not likely,

2813That when they heare their Roman horses neigh,

2814Behold their quarter'd Fires; haue both their eyes

2815And eares so cloyd importantly as now,

2816That they will waste their time vpon our note,

2817To know from whence we are.

2818Bel. Oh, I am knowne

2819Of many in the Army: Many yeeres

2820(Though Cloten then but young) you see, not wore him

2821From my remembrance. And besides, the King

2822Hath not deseru'd my Seruice, nor your Loues,

2823Who finde in my Exile, the want of Breeding;

2824The certainty of this heard life, aye hopelesse

2825To haue the courtesie your Cradle promis'd,

2826But to be still hot Summers Tanlings, and

2827The shrinking Slaues of Winter.

2828Gui. Then be so,

2829Better to cease to be. Pray Sir, to'th' Army:

2830I, and my Brother are not knowne; your selfe

2831So out of thought, and thereto so ore-growne,

2832Cannot be question'd.

2833Arui. By this Sunne that shines

2834Ile thither: What thing is't, that I neuer

2835Did see man dye, scarse euer look'd on blood,

2836But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venison?

2837Neuer bestrid a Horse saue one, that had

2838A Rider like my selfe, who ne're wore Rowell,

2839Nor Iron on his heele? I am asham'd

2840To looke vpon the holy Sunne, to haue

2841The benefit of his blest Beames, remaining

2842So long a poore vnknowne.

2843Gui. By heauens Ile go,

2844If you will blesse me Sir, and giue me leaue,

2845Ile take the better care: but if you will not,

2846The hazard therefore due fall on me, by

2847The hands of Romaines.

2848Arui. So say I, Amen.

2849Bel. No reason I (since of your liues you set

2850So slight a valewation) should reserue

2851My crack'd one to more care. Haue with you Boyes:

2852If in your Country warres you chance to dye,

2853That is my Bed too (Lads) and there Ile lye.

2854Lead, lead; the time seems long, their blood thinks scorn

2855Till it flye out, and shew them Princes borne. Exeunt.

2858Post. Yea bloody cloth, Ile keep thee: for I am wisht

2859Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones,

2860If each of you should take this course, how many

2861Must murther Wiues much better then themselues

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