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Thy masteris not there: who was, indeed, The riches of it: Do his bidding, strike.— Thou may’st be valiant in a better cause; But now thou seem'st a coward. . Pisan. Hence, vile instrument! Thou shalt not damn my hand. Imo. Why, I must die; And if I do not by thy hand, thou a No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, That cravens my weak hand. Come, here’s my heart; [fence; Something's afore’t:-Soft, soft; we’ll no deObedient as the scabbard.—What is here? The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, All turn'd to heresy” Away, away, Corrupters of my faith? you shall no more Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools Believe false teachers: Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Stands in worse case of woe. And thou, Posthumus, that diddest set up My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, And mad'st me put into contempt the suits Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself, To think, when thou shalt be dis-edg'd by her That now thou tir'ston', how thy memory Will then be pang'd by me.—Pr'ythee, dispatch: The lamb entreatsthe butcher: Where's thy knife? Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, When I desire it too. Pisan. O gracious lady: Since I receiv'd command to do this business, I have not slept one wink. Imo. Do’t, and to bed then. Pisan. I’ll wake mine eye-balls blind first. Imo. Wherefore then Did'st undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd o many miles, with a pretence? this place? Mine action, aird thine own our horses’ labour? The time inviting thee? the perturb’d court, For my being absent, whereunto I never o: return? Why hast thou gonoso far, To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand, The elected deer before thee? Pisan. But to win time To lose so bad employment: in the which I have consider'd of a course; Good lady, Hearine with patience. Imo. Talk thy tongue weary; speak: I have heard, I am a .. and mine ear, Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, Nortent to bottom that. But speak. Pisan. Then, madam, I thought you would not back again.


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Pisan. Notso, neither: But if I were as wise as honest, then My purpose would prove well. It cannot be, But that my master is abus'd: Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, Hath done you both this cursed injury.

Imo. Some Roman courtezan.

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I should do so: You shall be miss'd at Court, And that will well confirm it, Imo. Why, good fellow, live? What shall I do the while where bide?" how Qr in my life what comfort, when I am Dead to my husband? Pisan. If you'll back to the court,Ino. No court, no father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing; That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege. Pisan. If not at court, Then not in Britain must you bide. Imo. Where then? Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night, Are they not but in Britain? I the world's volumé Qur Britain seems as of it, but not in it; In a great pool, a swan's nest: Pr'ythee, think There's livers out of Britain. Pisan. I am most glad You think of other place. The embassador, Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind Park as your fortune is; and but disguise !hat, which to appear itself, must not yet be, But by self danger’; you should tread a course Pretty, and full of view’; yea, haply, near The residence of Posthumus; so nigh, at least, That though his actions were not visible, yet Report should render him hourly to your ear, As truly as he moves, Imo. O, for such means t Though peril to my modesty, not death on 't, I would adventure. Pisan. Well, then here's the point: You must forget to be a woman; change Qommand into obedience; fear, and ničeness, (The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, Woman its pretty self) into a waggish courage; Ready in i. quick-answer'd, saucy, and As quarrellous as the weazel; nay, you must Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek, Exposing it, (but, O the harder heart:Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch

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Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords.
Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.
Luc. Thanks, royal sir.
My emperor hath wrote: I must from hence;
And am right sorry, that I must report ye
My master's enemy.
Cym. Our subjects, sir,
Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself
To shew less sovereignty than they, must necds
Appear unkinglike.
}. So, sir, I desire of you
A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven.—
Madam, all joy befall your grace, and you! [fice;
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that of:
The due of honour in no point omit:
So, farewell, noble I.ucius.
Luc. Your hand, my lord.
Clot. Receive it friendly: but from this time
forth I wear it as your enemy.
Duc. Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner: Fareyouwell. [lords,
Čym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my
*Till he have cross'd the Severn. Happiness'
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Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the o
How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely,
Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness:
The powers that he already hath in Gallia
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he
His war for Britain. [moves
2ueen. 'Tis not sleepy business;
But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly.
Cym. Our expectation that it should be thus,
Hath made us §. But, my gentle quee
Where is our daughter? She hath not jor
Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd
The duty of the day: She looks us like
A thing more made of malice than of duty;
We have noted it.—Call her before us; for
We have been too light in sufferance.
[Erit a Serrant.
2ueen. Royal sir,
Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir’d
Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord,
'Tis time must do. .”Beseech your majesty,
Forbear sharp speeches to her; She’s a lady
So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her.

Re-enter the Servant.

Cymb. Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? Serv. Please you, sir, [swer Her chambers are all lock'd; and there’s no anThat will be given to the loud of noise we make. 2ueen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, She should that duty leave unpaid to you, Which daily she was bound to proffer: this She wish'd me to make known; but our greatcourt Made me to blame in memory.

Cym. Her doors lock'd? [fear, Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I Prove false! [Exit.

2ueen. Son, Isay, follow the king.

Clot. That man of hers, Pisanio herold servant, I have not seen these two days. [Exit.

2ueen. Go, look after.— Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus'— He hath a drug of mine: I pray his absence . Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes But for her, [her: Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is To death, or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: She being down, I have the placing of the British crown.

Re-enter Cloten.

How now, my son?

Clot. "Tis certain, she is fled:
Go in, and cheer the king; he rages, none

Clot. "Tis all the better;

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royal; And that she hath all courtly partsmore exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Outsells them all; I love her therefore: But, Disdaining me, and throwing favours on The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgement, That what's else rare, is choak'd; and, in that I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, [point, To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools Enter Pisanio. Shall—Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah 2 Come hither: Ah, you precious pandar! Villain, Where is thy lady? In a word; or else Thou art straightway with the fiends. Pisan. O, good my lord : . Clot. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, I will not ask again. Close villain, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? From whose so many weights of basencss cannot A dram of worth be drawn. Pisan. Alas, my lord, How can she be with him? when was she miss'd? He is in Rome. . . . Clot. Where is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting: satisfy me home, What is become of her? Pisan. O, my all-worthy lord! Clot. All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word, Nomore of worthy lord, Speak, or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation, and thy death. Pisan. Then, sir, This paper is the history of my knowledge #. her flight. Clot. Let’s see 't:—I will pursue her Even to Augustus' throne. Pisan. Or this, or perish'. [this She’s far enough; and what he learns by May prove his travel, mother danger. Clot. Humh Pisan. I’ll write to my lord, she's dead. Q, Imogen, [Aside. Safe may'st thou wander, safe return agains Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true? Pisan. Sir, as I think. Clot. It is Posthumus' hand; I know’t.—Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry,<-that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,–I would think .. an honest man; thou should'st neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preterment.

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Clot. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of ilt thou serve me? - Pisan. Sir, I will. Clot. Give methy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thylate master's garments in o possession? Pisan. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the

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and mistress. Clot. The first service thou dost me, fetch that uit hither: let it be thy first service; go. Pisan. I shall, my lord. [Erit. Clot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven: forgot to ask him one thing; I’ll remember’t anon: —Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee.—I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, together with the adorniment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the i." my speech of insultment ended on his ead body, and when my lust hath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so prais'd) to the court I’ll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despis'd me rejoicingly, and I’ll be merry in my revenge. Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes.

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Pisan. Ay, my noble lord.

Clot. How long is't since she went to MilfordHaven?

Pisan. She can scarce be there yet.

Clot. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second i. that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee.—My revenge is now at Milford; would I had wings to follow it!— Come, and be true. [Exit.

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Foundations fly the wretched: such, I mean,
Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars
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I could not miss my way: Will poor folk lye,
That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis
A punishment, or trial? Yes: no wonder,
Whenrichones scarcetelltrue: Tolapse infullness
Is sorer', than to lye in need; and falsehood
Is worse in kings, than beggars.—My dear lord
Thou art one of the false ones: Now I think on

My hunger's gone; but even before, I was
At point to sink for food.—But what is this
Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold:
I were best not call; I dare not call: yet famine,
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother.—Ho! who’s here
If any thing that's civil’, speak; if savage,

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enter. Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy But fear the swordlike me, he’ll scarcely lookon't. Such a foe, good heavens! [She goes into the cave. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. * Bel. You, Polydore, have prov’d best woodman, and Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, Will play the cook, and servant; 'tis our match: The sweat of industry would dry, and die, But for the end it works to. Come, our stomachs Will make what’s homely, savoury: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the downpillow hard.—Now, peace be here, Poor house, that keeps thyself! Guid. I am thoroughly weary. [tite. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appeGuid. There is cold meat i' the cave; we’l breuze on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. Bel. Stay; come not in:— . [Looking in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. Guid. What's the matter, sir? Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An o, paragon —Behold divineness No elder than a boy! Enter Imogen. Ino. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: ood troth, [had found I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here’s money for my

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As I had made my meal; and parted
With prayers for the provider.
Guid. Money, youth
Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.
Imo. I see, you are angry:
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have dy’d, had I not made it.
Bel. Whither bound?
Imo. To Milford-Haven.
Bel. What’s your name? -
Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who
Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;
To whom bein going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fallen in this offence.
Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth,
Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds
By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd
'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer
Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.—
o bid him welcome.
>uid. Were you a woman, youth,
I should woo hard, but be
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Arv. 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 wel-
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Been less; and so more equal ballasting
To thee, Posthumus. -
Bel. He wrings at some distress.
Guid. 'Would, I could free’t
Arv. Or I; whate'er it be,
What pain it cost, what danger! Gods !
Bel. Hark, boys. [h hispering.
Imo. Great men,
That had a court no bigger than this cave,
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
Which their own conscienceseal'd them(laying by
That nothing gift of differing “multitudes),
Could not out-peerthese twain. Pardon me, gods!
I’d change my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus false.
Bel. It shall be so : [in
Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.—Fair youth, come
Discourse is heavy, fasting: when we have supp'd,
We’ll mannerly #.thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak it.
Guid. Pray, draw near.

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Enter Cloten. I AM near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his garments serve me Wis should his mistress, who was made by him that made the taylor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for, 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein F must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself,(foritishot vain-glory foraman and his lass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean) the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in for-35 tunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions: yet this "W. * thing loves him in my despight. What mortality is . Posthumus, thy head, which is now growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face: and all o spurn her home to her father; who may, haply, o a little angry for my|45 so rough usage: but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendation. My horse is ty'd up safe: Out, sword, and to a sore purpose }. put them into my hand. This is the very description of their meet. ing-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me, [Exit.


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Imo. So man and man should be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. .. Guid. Go you to hunting, I’ll abide with him. Imo. So sick I am not; yet I am not well: But not so citizen a wanton, as To seem to die, cresick: Soplease you, leaveme: Stick to yourjournal course: the breach of custom Is breach of all'. I an ill; but your being by me Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort To one not sociable: I am not very sick, Since I can reason of it. Pray you,trust me her: I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Stealing so poorly. Guid. I love thee; I have spoke it: How much the quantity, the weight as much, As I do love my father. Bel. What? how how Arc. 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 doos, And a demand who is 't shall die, I’d say, My father, not this youth. Bel. O noble strain : 6) worthiness of nature! breed of greatness' Cowards father cowards, and base thingssirebast Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. I am not their father; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself! lov’d before me.'Tis the ninth hour o' the Inorm. Arv. Brother, farewell. Imo. I wish you sport. Arc. You health. So please you, sir. Imo. [Aside.] These are kind creatures. Goo, what lies I have heard Qur courtiers say, all's savage, but at court; Experience, O, thou disprov'st report! The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.

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