2246Bel. You are not well: Remaine heere in the Caue,

2247Wee'l come to you after Hunting.

2248Arui. Brother, stay heere:

2249Are we not Brothers?

2250Imo. So man and man should be,

2251But Clay and Clay, differs in dignitie,

2252Whose dust is both alike. I am very sicke,

2253Gui. Go you to Hunting, Ile abide with him.

2254Imo. So sicke I am not, yet I am not well:

2255But not so Citizen a wanton, as

2256To seeme to dye, ere sicke: So please you, leaue me,

2257Sticke to your Iournall course: the breach of Custome,

2258Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me

2259Cannot amend me. Society, is no comfort

2260To one not sociable: I am not very sicke,

2261Since I can reason of it: pray you trust me heere,

2262Ile rob none but my selfe, and let me dye

2263Stealing so poorely.

2264Gui. I loue thee: I haue spoke it,

2265How much the quantity, the waight as much,

2266As I do loue my Father.

2267Bel. What? How? how?

2268Arui. If it be sinne to say so (Sir) I yoake mee

2269In my good Brothers fault: I know not why

2270I loue this youth, and I haue heard you say,

2271Loue's reason's, without reason. The Beere at doore,

2272And a demand who is't shall dye, I'ld say

2273My Father, not this youth.

2274Bel. Oh noble straine!

2275O worthinesse of Nature, breed of Greatnesse!

2276"Cowards father Cowards, & Base things Syre Bace;

2277"Nature hath Meale, and Bran; Contempt, and Grace.

2278I'me not their Father, yet who this should bee,

2279Doth myracle it selfe, lou'd before mee.

2280'Tis the ninth houre o'th' Morne.

2281Arui. Brother, farewell.

2282Imo. I wish ye sport.

2283Arui. You health.---- So please you Sir.

2284Imo. These are kinde Creatures.

2285Gods, what lyes I haue heard:

2286Our Courtiers say, all's sauage, but at Court;

2287Experience, oh thou disproou'st Report.

2288Th' emperious Seas breeds Monsters; for the Dish,

2289Poore Tributary Riuers, as sweet Fish:

2290I am sicke still, heart-sicke; Pisanio,

2291Ile now taste of thy Drugge.

2292Gui. I could not stirre him:

2293He said he was gentle, but vnfortunate;

2294Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.

2295Arui. Thus did he answer me: yet said heereafter,

2296I might know more.

2297Bel. To'th' Field, to'th' Field:

2298Wee'l leaue you for this time, go in, and rest.

2299Arui. Wee'l not be long away.

2300Bel. Pray be not sicke,

2301For you must be our Huswife.

2302Imo. Well, or ill,

2303I am bound to you. Exit.

2304Bel. And shal't be euer.

2305This youth, how ere distrest, appeares he hath had

2306Good Ancestors.

2307Arui. How Angell-like he sings?

2308Gui. But his neate Cookerie?

2309Arui. He cut our Rootes in Charracters,

2310And sawc'st our Brothes, as Iuno had bin sicke,

2311And he her Dieter.

2312Arui. Nobly he yoakes

2313A smiling, with a sigh; as if the sighe

2314Was that it was, for not being such a Smile:

2315The Smile, mocking the Sigh, that it would flye

2316From so diuine a Temple, to commix

2317With windes, that Saylors raile at.

2318Gui. I do note,

2319That greefe and patience rooted in them both,

2320Mingle their spurres together.

2321Arui. Grow patient,

2322And let the stinking-Elder (Greefe) vntwine

2323His perishing roote, with the encreasing Vine.

2324Bel. It is great morning. Come away: Who's there?

2326Clo. I cannot finde those Runnagates, that Villaine

2327Hath mock'd me. I am faint.

2328Bel. Those Runnagates?

2329Meanes he not vs? I partly know him, 'tis

2330Cloten, the Sonne o'th' Queene. I feare some Ambush:

2331I saw him not these many yeares, and yet

2332I know 'tis he: We are held as Out-Lawes: Hence.

2333Gui. He is but one: you, and my Brother search

2334What Companies are neere: pray you away,

2335Let me alone with him.

2336Clot. Soft, what are you

2337That flye me thus? Some villaine-Mountainers?

2338I haue heard of such. What Slaue art thou?

2339Gui. A thing

2340More slauish did I ne're, then answering

2341A Slaue without a knocke.

2342Clot. Thou art a Robber,

2343A Law-breaker, a Villaine: yeeld thee Theefe.

2344Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou? Haue not I

2345An arme as bigge as thine? A heart, as bigge:

2346Thy words I grant are bigger: for I weare not

2347My Dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art:

2348Why I should yeeld to thee?

2349Clot. Thou Villaine base,

2350Know'st me not by my Cloathes?

2351Gui. No, nor thy Taylor, Rascall:

2352Who is thy Grandfather? He made those cloathes,

2353Which (as it seemes) make thee.

2354Clo. Thou precious Varlet,

2355My Taylor made them not.

2356Gui. Hence then, and thanke

2357The man that gaue them thee. Thou art some Foole,

2358I am loath to beate thee.

2359Clot. Thou iniurious Theefe,

2360Heare but my name, and tremble.

2361Gui. What's thy name?

2362Clo. Cloten, thou Villaine.

2363Gui. Cloten, thou double Villaine be thy name,

2364I cannot tremble at it, were it Toad, or Adder, Spider,

2365'Twould moue me sooner.

2366Clot. To thy further feare,

2367Nay, to thy meere Confusion, thou shalt know

2368I am Sonne to'th' Queene.

2369Gui. I am sorry for't: not seeming

2370So worthy as thy Birth.

2371Clot. Art not afeard?

2372Gui. Those that I reuerence, those I feare: the Wise:

2373At Fooles I laugh: not feare them.

2374Clot. Dye the death:

2375When I haue slaine thee with my proper hand,

2376Ile follow those that euen now fled hence:

2377And on the Gates of Luds-Towne set your heads:

2378Yeeld Rusticke Mountaineer. Fight and Exeunt.

2380Bel. No Companie's abroad?

2381Arui. None in the world: you did mistake him sure.

2382Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him,

2383But Time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of Fauour

2384Which then he wore: the snatches in his voice,

2385And burst of speaking were as his: I am absolute

2386'Twas very Cloten.

2387Arui. In this place we left them;

2388I wish my Brother make good time with him,

2389You say he is so fell.

2390Bel. Being scarse made vp,

2391I meane to man; he had not apprehension

2392Of roaring terrors: For defect of iudgement

2393Is oft the cause of Feare.

2395But see thy Brother.

2396Gui. This Cloten was a Foole, an empty purse,

2397There was no money in't: Not Hercules

2398Could haue knock'd out his Braines, for he had none:

2399Yet I not doing this, the Foole had borne

2400My head, as I do his.

2401Bel. What hast thou done?

2402Gui. I am perfect what: cut off one Clotens head,

2403Sonne to the Queene (after his owne report)

2404Who call'd me Traitor, Mountaineer, and swore

2405With his owne single hand heel'd take vs in,

2406Displace our heads, where (thanks the Gods) they grow

2407And set them on Luds-Towne.

2408Bel. We are all vndone.

2409Gui. Why, worthy Father, what haue we to loose,

2410But that he swore to take our Liues? the Law

2411Protects not vs, then why should we be tender,

2412To let an arrogant peece of flesh threat vs?

2413Play Iudge, and Executioner, all himselfe?

2414For we do feare the Law. What company

2415Discouer you abroad?

2416Bel. No single soule

2417Can we set eye on: but in all safe reason

2418He must haue some Attendants. Though his Honor

2419Was nothing but mutation, I, and that

2420From one bad thing to worse: Not Frenzie,

2421Not absolute madnesse could so farre haue rau'd

2422To bring him heere alone: although perhaps

2423It may be heard at Court, that such as wee

2424Caue heere, hunt heere, are Out-lawes, and in time

2425May make some stronger head, the which he hearing,

2426(As it is like him) might breake out, and sweare

2427Heel'd fetch vs in, yet is't not probable

2428To come alone, either he so vndertaking,

2429Or they so suffering: then on good ground we feare,

2430If we do feare this Body hath a taile

2431More perillous then the head.

2432Arui. Let Ord'nance

2433Come as the Gods fore-say it: howsoere,

2434My Brother hath done well.

2435Bel. I had no minde

2436To hunt this day: The Boy Fideles sickenesse

2437Did make my way long forth.

2438Gui. With his owne Sword,

2439Which he did waue against my throat, I haue tane

2440His head from him: Ile throw't into the Creeke

2441Behinde our Rocke, and let it to the Sea,

2442And tell the Fishes, hee's the Queenes Sonne, Cloten,

2443That's all I reake. Exit.

2444Bel. I feare 'twill be reueng'd:

2445Would (Polidore) thou had'st not done't: though valour

2446Becomes thee well enough.

2447Arui. Would I had done't:

2448So the Reuenge alone pursu'de me: Polidore

2449I loue thee brotherly, but enuy much

2450Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would Reuenges

2451That possible strength might meet, wold seek vs through

2452And put vs to our answer.

2453Bel. Well, 'tis done:

2454Wee'l hunt no more to day, nor seeke for danger

2455Where there's no profit. I prythee to our Rocke,

2456You and Fidele play the Cookes: Ile stay

2457Till hasty Polidore returne, and bring him

2458To dinner presently.

2459Arui. Poore sicke Fidele.

2460Ile willingly to him, to gaine his colour,

2461Il'd let a parish of such Clotens blood,

2462And praise my selfe for charity. Exit.

2463Bel. Oh thou Goddesse,

2464Thou diuine Nature; thou thy selfe thou blazon'st

2465In these two Princely Boyes: they are as gentle

2466As Zephires blowing below the Violet,

2467Not wagging his sweet head; and yet, as rough

2468(Their Royall blood enchaf'd) as the rud'st winde,

2469That by the top doth take the Mountaine Pine,

2470And make him stoope to th' Vale. 'Tis wonder

2471That an inuisible instinct should frame them

2472To Royalty vnlearn'd, Honor vntaught,

2473Ciuility not seene from other: valour

2474That wildely growes in them, but yeelds a crop

2475As if it had beene sow'd: yet still it's strange

2476What Clotens being heere to vs portends,

2477Or what his death will bring vs.

2479Gui. Where's my Brother?

2480I haue sent Clotens Clot-pole downe the streame,

2481In Embassie to his Mother; his Bodie's hostage

2482For his returne. Solemn Musick.

2483Bel. My ingenuous Instrument,

2484(Hearke Polidore) it sounds: but what occasion

2485Hath Cadwal now to giue it motion? Hearke.

2486Gui. Is he at home?

2487Bel. He went hence euen now.

2488Gui. What does he meane?

2489Since death of my deer'st Mother

2490It did not speake before. All solemne things

2491Should answer solemne Accidents. The matter?

2492Triumphes for nothing, and lamenting Toyes,

2493Is iollity for Apes, and greefe for Boyes.

2494Is Cadwall mad?

2497Bel. Looke, heere he comes,

2498And brings the dire occasion in his Armes,

2499Of what we blame him for.

2500Arui. The Bird is dead

2501That we haue made so much on. I had rather

2502Haue skipt from sixteene yeares of Age, to sixty:

2503To haue turn'd my leaping time into a Crutch,

2504Then haue seene this.

2505Gui. Oh sweetest, fayrest Lilly:

2506My Brother weares thee not the one halfe so well,

2507As when thou grew'st thy selfe.

2508Bel. Oh Melancholly,

2509Who euer yet could sound thy bottome? Finde

2510The Ooze, to shew what Coast thy sluggish care

2511Might'st easilest harbour in. Thou blessed thing,

2512Ioue knowes what man thou might'st haue made: but I,

2513Thou dyed'st a most rare Boy, of Melancholly.

2514How found you him?

2515Arui. Starke, as you see:

2516Thus smiling, as some Fly had tickled slumber,

2517Not as deaths dart being laugh'd at: his right Cheeke

2518Reposing on a Cushion.

2519Gui. Where?

2520Arui. O'th' floore:

2521His armes thus leagu'd, I thought he slept, and put

2522My clowted Brogues from off my feete, whose rudenesse

2523Answer'd my steps too lowd.

2524Gui. Why, he but sleepes:

2525If he be gone, hee'l make his Graue, a Bed:

2526With female Fayries will his Tombe be haunted,

2527And Wormes will not come to thee.

2528Arui. With fayrest Flowers

2529Whil'st Sommer lasts, and I liue heere, Fidele,

2530Ile sweeten thy sad graue: thou shalt not lacke

2531The Flower that's like thy face. Pale-Primrose, nor

2532The azur'd Hare-Bell, like thy Veines: no, nor

2533The leafe of Eglantine, whom not to slander,

2534Out-sweetned not thy breath: the Raddocke would

2535With Charitable bill (Oh bill sore shaming

2536Those rich-left-heyres, that let their Fathers lye

2537Without a Monument) bring thee all this,

2538Yea, and furr'd Mosse besides. When Flowres are none

2539To winter-ground thy Coarse----

2540Gui. Prythee haue done,

2541And do not play in Wench-like words with that

2542Which is so serious. Let vs bury him,

2543And not protract with admiration, what

2544Is now due debt. To'th' graue.

2545Arui. Say, where shall's lay him?

2546Gui. By good Euriphile, our Mother.

2547Arui. Bee't so:

2548And let vs (Polidore) though now our voyces

2549Haue got the mannish cracke, sing him to'th' ground

2550As once to our Mother: vse like note, and words,

2551Saue that Euriphile, must be Fidele.

2552Gui. Cadwall,

2553I cannot sing: Ile weepe, and word it with thee;

2554For Notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse

2555Then Priests, and Phanes that lye.

2556Arui. Wee'l speake it then.

2557Bel. Great greefes I see med'cine the lesse: For Cloten

2558Is quite forgot. He was a Queenes Sonne, Boyes,

2559And though he came our Enemy, remember

2560He was paid for that: though meane, and mighty rotting

2561Together haue one dust, yet Reuerence

2562(That Angell of the world) doth make distinction

2563Of place 'tweene high, and low. Our Foe was Princely,

2564And though you tooke his life, as being our Foe,

2565Yet bury him, as a Prince.

2566Gui. Pray you fetch him hither,

2567Thersites body is as good as Aiax,

2568When neyther are aliue.

2569Arui. If you'l go fetch him,

2570Wee'l say our Song the whil'st: Brother begin.

2571Gui. Nay Cadwall, we must lay his head to th' East,

2572My Father hath a reason for't.

2573Arui. 'Tis true.

2574Gui. Come on then, and remoue him.

2575Arui. So, begin.

2602Gui. We haue done our obsequies:

2603Come lay him downe.

2604Bel. Heere's a few Flowres, but 'bout midnight more:

2605The hearbes that haue on them cold dew o'th' night

2606Are strewings fit'st for Graues: vpon their Faces.

2607You were as Flowres, now wither'd: euen so

2608These Herbelets shall, which we vpon you strew.

2609Come on, away, apart vpon our knees:

2610The ground that gaue them first, ha's them againe:

2611Their pleasures here are past, so are their paine. Exeunt.

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2613Yes Sir, to Milford-Hauen, which is the way?

2614I thanke you: by yond bush? pray how farre thether?

2615'Ods pittikins: can it be sixe mile yet?

2616I haue gone all night: 'Faith, Ile lye downe, and sleepe.

2617But soft; no Bedfellow? Oh Gods, and Goddesses!

2618These Flowres are like the pleasures of the World;

2619This bloody man the care on't. I hope I dreame:

2620For so I thought I was a Caue-keeper,

2621And Cooke to honest Creatures. But 'tis not so:

2622'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,

2623Which the Braine makes of Fumes. Our very eyes,

2624Are sometimes like our Iudgements, blinde. Good faith

2625I tremble still with feare: but if there be

2626Yet left in Heauen, as small a drop of pittie

2627As a Wrens eye; fear'd Gods, a part of it.

2628The Dreame's heere still: euen when I wake it is

2629Without me, as within me: not imagin'd, felt.

2630A headlesse man? The Garments of Posthumus?

2631I know the shape of's Legge: this is his Hand:

2632His Foote Mercuriall: his martiall Thigh

2633The brawnes of Hercules: but his Iouiall face---

2634Murther in heauen? How? 'tis gone. Pisanio,

2635All Curses madded Hecuba gaue the Greekes,

2636And mine to boot, be darted on thee: thou

2637Conspir'd with that Irregulous diuell Cloten,

2638Hath heere cut off my Lord. To write, and read,

2639Be henceforth treacherous. Damn'd Pisanio,

2640Hath with his forged Letters (damn'd Pisanio)

2641From this most brauest vessell of the world

2642Strooke the maine top! Oh Posthumus, alas,

2643Where is thy head? where's that? Aye me! where's that?

2644Pisanio might haue kill'd thee at the heart,

2645And left this head on. How should this be, Pisanio?

2646'Tis he, and Cloten: Malice, and Lucre in them

2647Haue laid this Woe heere. Oh 'tis pregnant, pregnant!

2648The Drugge he gaue me, which hee said was precious

2649And Cordiall to me, haue I not found it

2650Murd'rous to'th' Senses? That confirmes it home:

2651This is Pisanio's deede, and Cloten: Oh!

2652Giue colour to my pale cheeke with thy blood,

2653That we the horrider may seeme to those

2654Which chance to finde vs. Oh, my Lord! my Lord!

2656Cap. To them, the Legions garrison'd in Gallia

2657After your will, haue crost the Sea, attending

2658You heere at Milford-Hauen, with your Shippes:

2659They are heere in readinesse.

2660Luc. But what from Rome?

2661Cap, The Senate hath stirr'd vp the Confiners,

2662And Gentlemen of Italy, most willing Spirits,

2663That promise Noble Seruice: and they come

2664Vnder the Conduct of bold Iachimo,

2665Syenna's Brother.

2666Luc. When expect you them?

2667Cap. With the next benefit o'th' winde.

2668Luc. This forwardnesse

2669Makes our hopes faire. Command our present numbers

2670Be muster'd: bid the Captaines looke too't. Now Sir,

2671What haue you dream'd of late of this warres purpose.

2672Sooth. Last night, the very Gods shew'd me a vision

2673(I fast, and pray'd for their Intelligence) thus:

2674I saw Ioues Bird, the Roman Eagle wing'd

2675From the spungy South, to this part of the West,

2676There vanish'd in the Sun-beames, which portends

2677(Vnlesse my sinnes abuse my Diuination)

2678Successe to th' Roman hoast.

2679Luc. Dreame often so,

2680And neuer false. Soft hoa, what truncke is heere?

2681Without his top? The ruine speakes, that sometime

2682It was a worthy building. How? a Page?

2683Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead rather:

2684For Nature doth abhorre to make his bed

2685With the defunct, or sleepe vpon the dead.

2686Let's see the Boyes face.

2687Cap. Hee's aliue my Lord.

2688Luc. Hee'l then instruct vs of this body: Young one,

2689Informe vs of thy Fortunes, for it seemes

2690They craue to be demanded: who is this

2691Thou mak'st thy bloody Pillow? Or who was he

2692That (otherwise then noble Nature did)

2693Hath alter'd that good Picture? What's thy interest

2694In this sad wracke? How came't? Who is't?

2695What art thou?

2696Imo. I am nothing; or if not,

2697Nothing to be were better: This was my Master,

2698A very valiant Britaine, and a good,

2699That heere by Mountaineers lyes slaine: Alas,

2700There is no more such Masters: I may wander

2701From East to Occident, cry out for Seruice,

2702Try many, all good: serue truly: neuer

2703Finde such another Master.

2704Luc. 'Lacke, good youth:

2705Thou mou'st no lesse with thy complaining, then

2706Thy Maister in bleeding: say his name, good Friend.

2707Imo. Richard du Champ: If I do lye, and do

2708No harme by it, though the Gods heare, I hope

2709They'l pardon it. Say you Sir?

2710Luc. Thy name?

2711Imo. Fidele Sir.

2712Luc. Thou doo'st approue thy selfe the very same:

2713Thy Name well fits thy Faith; thy Faith, thy Name:

2714Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say

2715Thou shalt be so well master'd, but be sure

2716No lesse belou'd. The Romane Emperors Letters

2717Sent by a Consull to me, should not sooner

2718Then thine owne worth preferre thee: Go with me.

2719Imo. Ile follow Sir. But first, and't please the Gods,

2720Ile hide my Master from the Flies, as deepe

2721As these poore Pickaxes can digge: and when

2722With wild wood-leaues & weeds, I ha' strew'd his graue

2723And on it said a Century of prayers

2724(Such as I can) twice o're, Ile weepe, and sighe,

2725And leauing so his seruice, follow you,

2726So please you entertaine mee.

2727Luc. I good youth,

2728And rather Father thee, then Master thee: My Friends,

2729The Boy hath taught vs manly duties: Let vs

2730Finde out the prettiest Dazied-Plot we can,

2731And make him with our Pikes and Partizans

2732A Graue: Come, Arme him: Boy hee's preferr'd

2733By thee, to vs, and he shall be interr'd

2734As Souldiers can. Be cheerefull; wipe thine eyes,

2735Some Falles are meanes the happier to arise. Exeunt