ACT 3
Scene 3

...but Milford way.
Enter, as from a cave, Belarius as Morgan, Guiderius as Polydor, and Arviragus as Cadwal.

... Hail, heaven!
as Cadwal
Hail, heaven!

...stride a limit.
as Cadwal
What should we speak of
When we are old as you? When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how
In this our pinching cave shall we discourse
The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing.
We are beastly: subtle as the fox for prey,
Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat.
Our valor is to chase what flies. Our cage
We make a choir, as doth the prisoned bird,
And sing our bondage freely.

...in the valleys.
Guiderius and Arviragus exit.

Scene 6

...foe, good heavens!
Enter Belarius as Morgan, Guiderius as Polydor, and Arviragus as Cadwal.

...am throughly weary.
as Cadwal
I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.

... Money, youth?
as Cadwal
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
As ’tis no better reckoned but of those
Who worship dirty gods.

...I do buy.
as Cadwal
I’ll make ’t my comfort
He is a man. I’ll love him as my brother.—
And such a welcome as I’d give to him
After long absence, such is yours. Most welcome.
Be sprightly, for you fall ’mongst friends.

...could free ’t!
as Cadwal
Or I, whate’er it be,
What pain it cost, what danger. Gods!

... Hark, boys.
They talk aside.

...Pray, draw near.
as Cadwal
The night to th’ owl and morn to th’ lark less welcome.

... Thanks, sir.
as Cadwal
I pray, draw near.
They exit.

ACT 4
Scene 2

...not deceive me.
Enter Belarius as Morgan, Guiderius as Polydor, Arviragus as Cadwal, and Imogen as Fidele, from the cave.

...you after hunting.
as Cadwal, to Fidele
Brother, stay here.
Are we not brothers?

...What? How, how?
as Cadwal
If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
In my good brother’s fault. I know not why
I love this youth, and I have heard you say
Love’s reason’s without reason. The bier at door,
And a demand who is ’t shall die, I’d say
“My father, not this youth.”

...o’ th’ morn.
as Cadwal, to Fidele
Brother, farewell.

...wish you sport.
as Cadwal
You health.—So please you, sir.

...but yet honest.
as Cadwal
Thus did he answer me, yet said hereafter
I might know more.

...and rest.
as Cadwal
We’ll not be long away.

...had Good ancestors.
as Cadwal
How angel-like he sings!

...he her dieter.
as Cadwal
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for not being such a smile,
The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.

...their spurs together.
as Cadwal
Grow, patience,
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
His perishing root with the increasing vine!

...alone with him.
Belarius and Arviragus exit.

...Yield, rustic mountaineer!
Enter Belarius as Morgan and Arviragus as Cadwal.

...No company’s abroad?
as Cadwal
None in the world. You did mistake him sure.

...’Twas very Cloten.
as Cadwal
In this place we left them.
I wish my brother make good time with him,
You say he is so fell.

...than the head.
as Cadwal
Let ord’nance
Come as the gods foresay it. Howsoe’er,
My brother hath done well.

...thee well enough.
as Cadwal
Would I had done ’t,
So the revenge alone pursued me. Polydor,
I love thee brotherly, but envy much
Thou hast robbed me of this deed. I would revenges
That possible strength might meet would seek us through
And put us to our answer.

...To dinner presently.
as Cadwal
Poor sick Fidele.
I’ll willingly to him. To gain his color
I’d let a parish of such Clotens blood,
And praise myself for charity.
He exits.

...Is Cadwal mad?
Enter Arviragus as Cadwal, with Imogen as dead, bearing her in his arms.

...blame him for.
as Cadwal
The bird is dead
That we have made so much on. I had rather
Have skipped from sixteen years of age to sixty,
To have turned my leaping time into a crutch,
Than have seen this.

...found you him?
as Cadwal
Stark, as you see;
Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber,
Not as Death’s dart being laughed at; his right cheek
Reposing on a cushion.

... Where?
as Cadwal
O’ th’ floor,
His arms thus leagued. I thought he slept, and put
My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness
Answered my steps too loud.

...come to thee.
as Cadwal
With fairest flowers,
Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele,
I’ll sweeten thy sad grave. Thou shalt not lack
The flower that’s like thy face, pale primrose; nor
The azured harebell, like thy veins; no, nor
The leaf of eglantine whom, not to slander,
Out-sweetened not thy breath. The ruddock would
With charitable bill—O bill, sore shaming
Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie
Without a monument—bring thee all this,
Yea, and furred moss besides, when flowers are none
To winter-ground thy corse.

...To th’ grave.
as Cadwal
Say, where shall ’s lay him?

...Euriphile, our mother.
as Cadwal
Be ’t so.
And let us, Polydor, though now our voices
Have got the mannish crack, sing him to th’ ground
As once to our mother; use like note and words,
Save that “Euriphile” must be “Fidele.”

...fanes that lie.
as Cadwal
We’ll speak it then.

...neither are alive.
as Cadwal, to Morgan
If you’ll go fetch him,
We’ll say our song the whilst.—Brother, begin.

...reason for ’t.
as Cadwal
’Tis true.

...and remove him.
They move Imogen’s body.
as Cadwal
So, begin.

...come to dust.
as Cadwal

Fear no more the frown o’ th’ great;

Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke.

Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak.

The scepter, learning, physic must

All follow this and come to dust.

...the lightning flash.
as Cadwal

Nor th’ all-dreaded thunderstone.

...slander, censure rash;
as Cadwal

Thou hast finished joy and moan.

All lovers young, all lovers must

Consign to thee and come to dust.

...exorciser harm thee,
as Cadwal

Nor no witchcraft charm thee.

...unlaid forbear thee.
as Cadwal

Nothing ill come near thee.

Quiet consummation have,

And renownèd be thy grave.

...is their pain.
They exit.

Scene 4

...are not steered.
Enter Belarius as Morgan, Guiderius as Polydor, and Arviragus as Cadwal.

...us from it.
as Cadwal
What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it
From action and adventure?

...Nor satisfying us.
as Cadwal
It is not likely
That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
Behold their quartered fires, have both their eyes
And ears so cloyed importantly as now,
That they will waste their time upon our note,
To know from whence we are.

...Cannot be questioned.
as Cadwal
By this sun that shines,
I’ll thither. What thing is ’t that I never
Did see man die, scarce ever looked on blood
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison!
Never bestrid a horse save one that had
A rider like myself, who ne’er wore rowel
Nor iron on his heel! I am ashamed
To look upon the holy sun, to have
The benefit of his blest beams, remaining
So long a poor unknown.

...hands of Romans.
as Cadwal
So say I. Amen.

...them princes born.
They exit.

ACT 5
Scene 2

...you are gods.
The battle continues. The Britons fly; Cymbeline is taken. Then enter, to his rescue, Belarius as Morgan, Guiderius as Polydor, and Arviragus as Cadwal.

...stand, and fight!
They rescue Cymbeline and exit. Then enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen as Fidele.

Scene 3

...to th’ King.
Enter Cymbeline, Attendants, Belarius as Morgan, Guiderius as Polydor, Arviragus as Cadwal, Pisanio, Soldiers, and Roman captives. The Captains present Posthumus to Cymbeline, who delivers him over to a Jailer.
They exit.

Scene 5

...preferment in ’t.
Enter Cymbeline, Belarius as Morgan, Guiderius as Polydor, Arviragus as Cadwal, Pisanio, Attendants, and Lords.

...Bow your knees.
They kneel. He taps their shoulders with his sword.

...becoming your estates.
They rise.

...revived from death?
as Cadwal
One sand another
Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad
Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?

...good as we?
as Cadwal
In that he spake too far.

...well for you.
as Cadwal
Your danger’s ours.

...you e’er meet?
Ay, my good lord.

...to all.Iachimo rises.
to Posthumus
You holp us, sir,
As you did mean indeed to be our brother.
Joyed are we that you are.

...such a peace.
They exit.