GUIDERIUS.
No exorciser harm thee!
ARVIRAGUS.
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
GUIDERIUS.
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
ARVIRAGUS.
Nothing ill come near thee!
BOTH.
Quiet consummation have,
And renowned be thy grave!
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’ th’ night
Are strewings fit’st for graves. Upon their faces.
You were as flow’rs, 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 all but Imogen.]
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 gods and goddesses!