Which daily she was bound to proffer: this

Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and She wish'd me to make known; but our great court constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of Made me to blame in memory.

that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the Cym.

Her doors lock'd ? course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of Not seen of late ? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, mine. Wilt thou serve me? Prove false!

[Erit. Pis. Sir, I will. Queen. Son, I say, follow the king.

Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast Člo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? I have not seen these two days.

Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodgings, the same Queen.

Go, look after- suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and

[Exit CLOTEN. mistress. Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthmus! - Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence suit hither: let it be thy first service: go. Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes

Pis. I shall, my lord.

[Exit. It is a thing most precious. But for her,

Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :- I forgot to Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her: ask him one thing: I'll remember't anon :-Even Or, winged with fervor of her love, she's flown there, thou villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee.-1 To her desir'd Posthmus: Gone she is

would these garments were come. She said upon To death, or to dishonor; and my end

a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my Can make good use of either: She being down, heart,) that she held the very garment of PosthuI have the placing of the British crown.

mus in more respect than my noble and natural

person, together with the adornment of my qualiRe-enter CLOTEN.

ties. With that suit upon my back will I ravish How now, my son?

her: First kill him, and in her eyes: there shall she Clo.

'Tis certain she is fled; see my valor, which will then be a torment to her Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none

contempt. He on the ground, my speech of inDare come about him.

sultment ended on his dead body, -and when my Queen.

All the better: May lust hath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will This night forestall him of the coming day! execute in the clothes that she so praised,) to the

Exit QUEEN. court I'll knock her back, foot her home again.-
Clo. I love and hate her: for she's fair and royal; She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry
And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite in my revenge.
Than lady, ladies, woman;' from every one
The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,

Re-enter PISANIO, with the Clothes.
Outsells them all. I love her therefore; But, Be those the garments ?
Disdaining me, and throwing favors on

Pis. Ay, my noble lord.
The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment, Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford-
That what's else rare, is choked; and, in that point, Haven?
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,

Pis. She can scarce be there yet. To be revenged upon her. For, when fools

Clo. Bring this apparel my chamber; that is

the second thing that I have commanded thee: the Enter PISANIO.

third is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute to my Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall sirrah ?

tender itself to thec.-My revenge is now at MilCome hither: Ah, you precious pander! Villain, ford; 'Would I had wings to follow it!--Come, Where is thy lady? In a word; or else

and be true.

[Exit. Thou art straightway with the fiends.

Pis. Thou bid'st me to my loss: for true to thee, Pis.

0, good my lord! Were to prove false, which I will never be, Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter,

To him that is most true.-To Milford go, I will not ask again. Close villain,

And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip

You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? Be cross'd with slowness; labor be his meed! From whose so many weights of baseness cannot

[Exit. A dram ot' worth be drawn. Pis. Alas, my lord,

SCENE VI.- Before the Cave of Belarius. How can she be with him? When was she miss'd ?

Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes. He is in Rome.

Imo. I see a man's life is a tedious one. Clo.

Where is she, sir? Come nearer; I have tired myself; and for two nights together No further halting: satisfy me home,

Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, What is become of her?

But that my resolution helps me.- Milford, Pis. O, my all-worthy lord!

When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, clo.

All-worthy villain! Thou wast within a ken: 0 Jove! I think, Discover where thy mistress is, at once,

Foundations fly the wretched : such, I mean, At the next word.-No more of worthy lord, Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me, Speak, or thy silence on the instant is

I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, Thy condemnation and thy death.

That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis Pis.

Then, sir, A punishment, or trial?. Yes; no wonder, This paper is the history of my knowledge

When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in fulness Touching her flight. [Presenting a Letter. Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood Clo.

Let's see't :- I will pursue her Is worse in kings than beggars.- My dear lord! Even to Augustus' throne.

Thou art one o' the false ones: Now I think on thee, Pis.

Or this, or perish. My hunger's gone; but even before, I was She's fàrenough;and what he learns by this, Aside. At point to sink for food.-But what is this? May prove his travel, not her danger.

Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold: Clo.

Humph! I were best not call: I dare not call: yet famine, Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! [Aside. Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true?

or hardiness is mother.-Ho! who's here? Pis.

Sir, as I think. If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage, Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.-Sirrah, Take, or lend.-Ho!-No answer? then I'll enter. if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me true Best draw my sword: and if mine enemy service; undergo those employments wherein I But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. should have cause to use thee, with a serious in- Such a foe, good heavens! (She goes into the Cave. dustry,--that is, what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,-I would think

Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. thee an honest man: thou shouldst neither want Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy pre

and ferment.

Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, Pis. Well, my good lord.

Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match ;3 - Than any lady, than all ladies, than all womankind. • Best hunter.

: Agreement.

The sweat of industry would dry, and die,

And such a welcome as I'd give to him, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs After long absence, such is yours : Most welcome! Will make what's homely, savory: Weariness Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth

Imo.

Mongst friends Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be here, If brothers ?-Would it had been so, that Poor house, that keep'st thyself!.

they Gui.

I am thoroughly weary. Had been my father's sons! then had my Aside. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.

prize Gui. There's cold meat i' the cave; we'll browze Been less; and so more equal ballasting on that,

To thee, Posthú mus. Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.

Bel.

He wrings at some distress. Bel.

Stay; come not in: Gui. Would I could free't!
(Looking in. Arv.

Or I; whate'er it be,
But that it eats our victuals, I should ihink What pain it cost, what danger! Gods!
Here were a fairy.

Bel.

Hark, boys. Gui. What's the matter, sir?

[Whispering. Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,

Imo. Great men, An earthly paragon!-Behold divineness

That had a court no bigger than this cave, No elder than a boy!

That did attend themselves, that had the virtue

Which their own conscience seal'd them, (laying by Enter IMOGEN.

That nothing gitt of differing multitudes,) Imo. Good masters, harm me not:

Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods! Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought I'd change my sex to be companion with them, To have beggd, or bought, what I have took: Good Since Leonatus' false. troth,

Bel.

It shall be so: I have stolen naught; nor would not, though I had Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in: found

Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here's money for my We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, meat:

So far as thou wilt speak it. I would have left it on the board, so soon

Gui.

Pray, draw near, As I had made my meal; and parted

Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, With prayers for ihe provider.

less welcome. Gui.

Money, youth? Imo. Thanks, sir. Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!

Aru.

I pray, draw near. [Exeunt. As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those

SCENE VII.-Rome.
Who worship dirty gods.
Imo.
I see you are angry:

Enter two Senators and Tribunes.
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should

1 Sen. This is the tenor of the emperor's writ: Have died, had I not made it.

That since the common men are now in action Bel.

Whither bound? 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians : Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir.

And that the legions now in Gallia are Bel.

What is your name? Full weak to undertake our wars against Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who

The fallen-off Britons; that we do incite Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Millord: The gentry to this business: He creates To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes, I am fallen in this ollence.

For this immediate levy, he commands Bel.

Pr’ythee, fair youth, His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar! Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ? By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! 2 Sen.

Ay. 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ? Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it. 1 Sen.

With those legions Boys, bid him welcome.

Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Gui.

Were you a woman, youth, Must be supplyant: The words of your commission
I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty, Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
I bid for you, as I'd buy.

Of their despatch.
Arv.
I'll make't my comfort, Tri.

We will discharge our duty. He is a man ; I'll love him as my brother:

[Exeunt

ACT IV.

SCENE I.--Wales. The Forest, near the Cave. my commendations. My horse is tied up sa fe: Out

sword, and to a sore purpose! Fortune! put them Enter CLOTEN.

into my hand! This is the very description of their Clo. I am near to the place where they should meeting-place; and the fellow dares not deceive meet, it Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his me.

[Erit. garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who

SCENE II.- Before the Cave. was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for

Enter, from the Cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein

ARVIRAGUS, and I MOGEN. I must play the workman. I dare speak it to my- Bel. You are not well: [TO IMOGEN.) remain selt, (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass

here in the care; to conter,--in his own chamber, I mean,) the lines We'll come to you after hunting. of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, Arv.

Brother, stay here: more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond

(To IMOGEN. him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, Are we not brothers? alike conversant in general services, and more re- Imo.

So man and man should be; markable in single oppositions:5 yet this imperse. But clay and clay differs in dignity, verant thing loves him in my despite. What mor- Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. tality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is grow- Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. ing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be Inio. So sick I am not; yet I am not well : off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to But not so citizen a wanton, as

to her father; who may, haply, be a little stick to your journal6 course: the breach of custom antry for my so rough usage: but my mother, Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me having power of his testiness, shall turn all into Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort • In, for into. - In single combat.

• Keep your daily course.

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