Feare no more the Lightning flash
Arui. Nor th' all-dreaded Thunderstone
Gui. Feare not Slander, Censure rash
Arui. Thou hast finish'd Ioy and mone
Both. All Louers young, all Louers must,
Consigne to thee and come to dust
Guid. No Exorcisor harme thee,
Arui. Nor no witch-craft charme thee
Guid. Ghost vnlaid forbeare thee
Arui. Nothing ill come neere thee
Both. Quiet consumation haue,
And renowned be thy graue.
Enter Belarius with the body of Cloten.
Gui. We haue done our obsequies:
Come lay him downe
Bel. Heere's a few Flowres, but 'bout midnight more:
The hearbes that haue on them cold dew o'th' night
Are strewings fit'st for Graues: vpon their Faces.
You were as Flowres, now wither'd: euen so
These Herbelets shall, which we vpon you strew.
Come on, away, apart vpon our knees:
The ground that gaue them first, ha's them againe:
Their pleasures here are past, so are their paine.
Exeunt.
Imogen awakes.
Yes Sir, to Milford-Hauen, which is the way?
I thanke you: by yond bush? pray how farre thether?
'Ods pittikins: can it be sixe mile yet?
I haue gone all night: 'Faith, Ile lye downe, and sleepe.
But soft; no Bedfellow? Oh Gods, and Goddesses!
These Flowres are like the pleasures of the World;
This bloody man the care on't. I hope I dreame:
For so I thought I was a Caue-keeper,
And Cooke to honest Creatures. But 'tis not so:
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot of nothing,
Which the Braine makes of Fumes.
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