And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the 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, medicine 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 the 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' the 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' the 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 the all-dreaded thunder-stone; GUIDERIUS Fear not slander, censure rash; ARVIRAGUS Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: GUIDERIUS ARVIRAGUS 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! GUIDERIUS ARVIRAGUS Quiet consummation have;And renowned be thy grave!
Re-enter BELARIUS, with the 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' the night Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces.
You were as flowers, now wither'd: 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 IMOGEN [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 god s 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 judgments, blind. Good faith, I tremble stiff with fear: but if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, fear'd 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;
