And let us, Polydore, though now our voices

Arviragus as Cadwal
And let us, Polydore, 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.
Guiderius as Polydor
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.

All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.

Arviragus as Cadwal
We'll speak it then.
Belarius, as Morgan
Great griefs, I see, med’cine 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 as Polydor to Morgan
Pray you fetch him hither.
Thersites’ body is as good as Ajax’
When neither are alive.
Arviragus as Cadwal, to Morgan
If you’ll go fetch him,
We’ll say our song the whilst.—Brother, begin.
 Belarius exits.
Guiderius as Polydor
Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to th’ east;
My father hath a reason for ’t.
Arviragus as Cadwal
’Tis true.
Guiderius as Polydor
Come on then, and remove him.
 They move Imogen’s body.
Arviragus as Cadwal
So, begin.

Song.

Guiderius as Polydor
Fear no more the heat o’ th’ 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 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.
Guiderius as Polydor
Fear no more the lightning flash.
Arviragus as Cadwal
  Nor th’ all-dreaded thunderstone.
Guiderius as Polydor
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Arviragus as Cadwal
  Thou hast finished joy and moan.
Both
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
Guiderius as Polydor
No exorciser harm thee,
Arviragus as Cadwal
Nor no witchcraft charm thee.
Guiderius as Polydor
Ghost unlaid forbear thee.
Arviragus as Cadwal
Nothing ill come near thee.
Both
Quiet consummation have,
And renownèd be thy grave.

 Enter Belarius as Morgan, with the body of Cloten.

Guiderius as Polydor
We have done our obsequies. Come, lay him down.
Cloten’s body is placed by Imogen’s.
Belarius, as Morgan
Here’s a few flowers, but ’bout midnight more.
The herbs that have on them cold dew o’ th’ night
Are strewings fitt’st for graves. Upon their faces.—
You were as flowers, now withered. 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.
 They exit.