Page 539 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Than have seen this.

GUIDERIUS
O sweetest, fairest lily:
My brother wears thee not the one half so well
As when thou grew’st thyself.

BELARIUS
O melancholy,

Who ever yet could sound thy bottom, find
The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish care [205]
Might’st easil’est harbour in? Thou blessed thing,
Jove knows what man thou mightst have made: but I,

Thou diedst a most rare boy, of melancholy.
How found you him?

ARVIRAGUS
Stark, as you see:
Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber, [210]
Not as death’s dart, being laugh’d at: his right cheek

Reposing on a cushion.

GUIDERIUS
Where?

ARVIRAGUS
O’ th’ floor;
His arms thus leagu’d, I thought he slept, and put

My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness [215]
Answer’d my steps too loud.

GUIDERIUS
Why, he but sleeps:
If he be gone, he’ll make his grave a bed:
With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,

And worms will not come to thee.