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you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the Why should excuse be born or e'er begot? better for you; and there's an end.

We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr’ythee, speak,
Luc. So, sir !

Ilow many score of miles may we well ride
Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: 'Twist hour and hour?
All the remain is, welcome!

[Exeunt. Pis. One score, 'twixt son and sun,
SCENE II. - Another room in the same. Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.
Enter Pisanio.

Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not Could never go so slow: Thave heard of riding wagers, What monster's her accuser? - Leonatus!

Where horses have been nimbler, than the sanda O, master! what a strange infection

That run i'the clock's behalf :--but this is foolery:-
Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian

Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say
(As poisonous tongue’d, as handed,) hath prevail'd She'll home to her father; and provide me, presently,
On thy too ready hearing? - Disloyal? No! A riding suit; no costlier than would fit
She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes, A franklin's housewife.
More goddess-like, than wife-like, such assaults, Pis. Madam, you're best cousider.
As would take in some virtue.

- O, my master! Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here, Thy mind to her is now as low, as were

Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them,
Thy fortunes !-- How! that I should murder her? That I cannot look through. Away, I pr’ythee!
Upon the love, and truth, and vows which I Do as I bid thee! there's no more to say !
Have made to thy command ?-1, her?--her blood ? Accessible is none but Milford way! [Exeunt

. If it be so to do good service, never

SCENE III. --Wales. A mountainous country, with
Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanity,

So much as this fact comes too? Do't! The letter Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such

[Reading. W:ose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys! This gate
That I have sent her, by her own command Instructs you how to adore the heavevs; and bows
Shall give thee opportunity. -0 damu'd paper !

Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble, To morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs
Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet through
So virgin-like without? Lo, here she conies ! And keep their impious turbands on, without
Enter Imogen,

Good-morrow to the sun.- Hail, thou fair heaveo!
I am ignorant in wliat I am commanded.

We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly Imo. How now, Pisanio?

As prouder livers do. Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord ! Gui. Hail, heaven! Inno. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord ? Leonatus? Arv. Hail, heaven! 0, learn'd indeed were that astronomer,

Bel. Now, for our mountain sport! Up to yon hill

, That knew the stars, as I his characters;

Your legs are young! I'll tread these flats. Consider, He'd lay the future open. - You good gods, When

you above perceive me like a crow, Let what is here contain'd relish of love,

That it is place, which lessens, and sets off. Of my lord's health, of his content, - yet not, And you may then revolve what tales I have told That we two are asunder, let that grieve him,

you, (Some griefs are med'cinable;) that is one of them, of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: For it doth physic love; -- of his content, This service is not service, so being done, All but in that!--Good wax, thy leave!-Bless’d be, But being so allow'd: to apprehend thus, You bees, that make these locks of counsel! Lovers, Draws us a profit from all things we see: And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike; And often, to our comfort, shall we find Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet

The sharded beetle in a safer hold, You clasp young Cupid's tables.--Good news, gods! Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life [Reads.] Justice, and your father's wrath, should Is nobler, than attending for a check; he take me in his dominion, should not be so cruel Richer, thau doing nothing for a babe; to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would not Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk: even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fice, am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven. What your own Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours. love will, out of this, advise you, follow. So, he wi-| Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor utshes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, fledgid, and your, increasing in love. Leonatus Posthumus. Ilave never wing'd from view o’the nest; nor koor O, for a horse with wings !--Hear'st thou, Pisanio? lle is at Milford-Haven! Read, and tell me What air's from home. Haply, this life is best, How far 'tis hither. If one of mean affairs

If quiet life be best: sweeter to you,
May plod it in a week, why may not I

That have a sharper known; well corresponding
Glide thither in a day?- Then, true Pisanio, With your still age: but, unto us, it is
(Wholongést, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,- A cell of ignorance; travelling abed;
0, let me 'bate, -- but not like me – - yet long'st, A prison for a debtor, that not dares
But in a fainter kind. -- 0, not like me!

To stride a limit.
For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick, Arv. What should we speak of,
(Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, When we are old as you when we shall hear
To the smothering of the sense,) how far it is The rain and wind beat dark December, how,
To this same blessed Milford: and, by the way, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse
Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing
To inherit such a haven: but, first of all,

We are beastly: subtile as the fox, for prey;
How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat:
That we shall make in time, from our hence-going, Our valour is, to chase what flies; our cage
And our return, to excuse: --but first, how get hence: We make a quire, as doth the prison bird,



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And sing our bondage freely.

Was near at hand. - Ne'er long'd my mother so Bel. How you speak!

To see me first, as I have now, Pisanio! Man!
Did you but know the city's usuries,

Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,
And felt them knowingly: the art o'the court, That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that
As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb

Is certain falling, or so slippery, that

From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus,
The fear's as bad as falling: the toil o' the war, Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
A pain that only seems to seek out danger

Beyond self-explication: put thyself
I't name of fame, and honour; which dies i'the Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness

Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter?
And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph,

Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with
As record of fair act; nay, many times,

A look intender? If it be summer news,
Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Smile to't before: if winterly, thou need'st
Must court'sy at the censure:- 0, boys, this story But keep that countenance still.— My husband's hand!
The world may read in me. My body's mark'd That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him,
With Poman swords; and my report was once And he's at some hard point. — Speak, man! thy
First with the best of note: Cymbeline lov'd me; tongue
And when a soldier was the theme, my namo May take off some extremity, which to read
Was not far off: then was I as a tree,

Would be even mortal to me.
Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night, Pis. Please you, read !
A storm, or robbery, call it what you will,

And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing
Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, The most disdain'd of fortune.
And left me bare to weather.

Ino. [Reads.] Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played
Gui. Uncertain favour !

the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft,) bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises; But that two villains, whose false oaths prevaild but from proof as strong, as my grief, and as certain, Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline, as I expect my revenge. That pari, thou, Pisonio, I was confederate with the Romans: so,

must act for me, if thy faith' be not tainted with
Follow'd my bavishment; and, this twenty years, the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away
This rock, and these demesnes, have been my world: her life: I shall give thee opportunities at Milford-
Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid Haven; she hath my letter for the purpose. Where,
More pious debts to heaven, than in all

if thou fear to strike, and to make me certain it
The fore-end of my time.-But, up to the mountains; is done, thou art the pander to her dishonour, and
This is not hunters' language! - He, that strikes equally to me disloyal.
The venison first, shall be the lord o'the feast; Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword ? the
To him the other two shall minister;

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And we will fear no poison, which attends Hath cut her throat already. — No, 'tis slander,
In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys. Whose edge is sharper, than the sword; whose tongue

[Exeunt Gui. and Arv. Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
These boys know little, they are sons to the king; All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states,
Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up This viperous slander enters. - What cheer, madam?
thus meanly

Imo. False to his bed! What is it, to be false ?
I'the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit To lie in watch there, and to think on him?
The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge na-
In simple and low things, to prince it, much

Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, To break it with a fearful dream of him,
The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom

And cry myself awake ? that's falso to his bed ?
The king his father call’d Guiderius, – Jove! Is it?
When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell Pis. Alas, good lady!
The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness : - lachimo,
Into my story: say,- Thus mine enemy fell, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;
And thus I set my foot on's neck; even then Thou then look’dst like a villain; now, methinks,
The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, Thy favour's good enough. - Some jay of Italy,
Strains his young nerves, and puts himselfin posture Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwell, Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion ;
(Once, Arvirágus,) in as like a figure,

And, for I am richer, than to hang by the walls,
Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more I must be ripp'd :— to pieces with me! -0,
His own conceiving. Hark! the game is rous’d! Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
O Cymbeline! heaven, and my conscience, knows, By thy revolt, О husband, shall be thought
Thou didst unjustly banish me; whereon,', Put on for villainy; not born, where't grows;
At three, and two years old, I stole these babes; But worn, a bait for ladies.
Thinking to bar thee of succession, as

Pis. Good madam, hear me!
Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile,

Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Aeneas,
Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mother, Were, in his time, thought false: and Sinon’s weep-
And every day do honour to her grave:

Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan callid,

Did scandal many a holy tear; 'took pity
They take for natural father. The game is up.[Exit. From most true wretchedness. So thou, Posthumus,

SCENE IV. -- Near Milford-Haven. Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;
Enter Pisaxio and Imoges.

Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and perjur'd,
Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, From thy great fail. — Come, fellow, be thon honest

Do thou thy master's bidding ! When thou see'st him,


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A little witness my obedience: look!

I should do so! You shall be miss'd at court,
I draw the sword myself! take it, and hit
And that will well confirm it.

The innocent mansion of my love, my heart! Ino. Why, good fellow,
Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief! What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live? AL
Thy master is not there; who was, indeed, Or in my life what comfort, when I am

D The riches of it. Do his bidding; strike!

Dead to my husband? Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause;

Pis. If you'll back to the court, -
But now thou seem'st a coward.

Imo. No court, no father! nor no more ado
Pis. Hence, vile instrument !
With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing!

E Thou shalt not damu my haud !

That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me Imo. Why, I must die!

As fearful, as a siege. And if I do not by thy hand, thou art

Pis. If not at court,

M No servant of thy master's! Against self-slaughter Then not in Britain must yon bide. There is a prohibition so divine,

Imo. Where then ?

M That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart! Hath Britain all the sun that shines ? Day, night, Something's afore’t :- Soft, soft! we'll no defence ! Are they not but in Britain ? l’the world's volume Obedient as the scabbard! - What is here? Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it; The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,

In a great pool, a swan's nest; pr’ythec, think All turn’d to heresy? Away, away,

There's livers out of Britain.
Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more

Pis. I am most glad
Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools You think of other place. The embassador,
Believe false teachers. Though those, that are be- Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven

To-morrow. Now, if you could wear a mind
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Dark as your fortune is; and but disguise
Stands in worse case of woe.

That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be, And thou, Posthumus, tlou that didst set up But by self-danger; you should tread a course My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, Pretty, and full of view: yea, haply, near And make me put into contempt the suits

The residence of Posthumus: so nigh, at least, of princely fellows, shalt hereafter fiud

That though his actions were not visible, yet It is no act of common passage, but

Report should render him hourly to your ear,
A strain of rareness : •and I grieve myself,

As truly, as he moves.
To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her Imo. O, for such means !
That now thou tir'st on, how thy memory

Though peril to my modesty, not death on't,
Will then be pang'd by me.- Pr’ythee, dispatch! I would adventure.
The lamb entreats the butcher. Wliere's thy knife? Pis. Well, then, here's the point!
Thou art too slow to do thy masser's bidding, You must forget to be a woman; change
When I desire it too.

Command into obedience; fear, and nicebess,
Pis. O gracious lady,

(The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, Since I receiv'd command to do this business, Woman its pretty self,) to a waggish courage; I have not slept one wink!

Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and Ino. Do't, and to bed then.

As quarrellous, as the weasel : nay, you must Pis. I'll make mine eye-balls blind first.

Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Imo. Wherefore then

Exposing it (but, 0, the harder heart!
Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch
So many miles, with a pretence? this place? Of common-kissing Titan; and forget
Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour? Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
The time inviting thee? the perturb’d court, You made great Juno angry.
For my being absent; whereunto I never

Imo. Nay, be brief!
Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far, I see into thy end, and am almost
To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand, A man already.
The elected decr before thee?

Pis. First, make yourself but like one.
Pis. Bat to win time

Fore-thinking this, I have already fit,
To lose so bad employment: in the which ('Tis in my cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all
I have consider'd of a course. Good lady,

That answer to them. Would yon, in their serving, Hear me with patience!

And with what imitation you can borrow
Ino. Talk thy tongue weary; speak !

From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear, Present yourself, desire his service, tell him
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, Wherein you are happy,(which you'll make him koor,
Nor tent to bottom that. But speak!

If that his head have ear in music,) doubtless,
Pis. Then, madarn,

With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, I thought you would not back again.

And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad
Imo. Most like;

You have me, rich; and I will never fail,
Bringing me here to kill me.

Beginning, nor supplyment.
Pis. Not so, neither!

Imo. Thou art all the comfort
But if I were as wise, as honest, then

The gods will diet me with. Pr’ythee away!
My purpose would prove well. It cannot be,

There's more to be considered; but we'll even But that my master is abus'd :

All that good time will give as. This attempt
Some villain, ay, and singular in his art,

I'm soldier to, and will abide it with
Hath done you both this cursed injury.

A prince's courage, Away, I pr’ythee!
Imo. Some Boman courtezan.

Pis. Well

, madam, we must take a short farensi Pis. No, on my life!

Lest, being miss'd, í be suspected of
I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him

Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress
Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded Here is a box: I had it from the queen;

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What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, Cym, Her doors lock'd ?
Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this Not seen of late ? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear,
Will drive away distemper.-- To some shade, Prove false !

And fit you to your manhood. — May the gods Queen. Son, I say, follow the king !
Direct you to the best!

Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant,
Imo. Amen! I thank thee!

(Exeunt. I have not seen these two days.
Queen. Go, look after!

(Exit Cloten.
SCENE V. - A room in Cymbeline's palace. Pisanio, thou that stan:l'st so for Posthumus !
Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords. He hath a drug of mine : I pray, his absence
Cym. Thus far, and so farewell !

Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes
Luc. Thanks, royal sir !

It is a thing most precious. But for her,
My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence; Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her;
And am right sorry, that I must report ye

Or, wing’d with fervour of her love, she's flown
My master's enemy.

To her desir'd Posthumus: gone she is
Cym. Our subjects, sir,

To death, or to dishonour; and my end
Will not endore his yoke; and for ourself Can make good use of either. She being down,
To show less sovereignty than they, must needs I have the placing of the British crown.
Appear unkinglike.

Re-enter Cloten.
Luc. So, sir, I desire of you

How now, my son?
A conduct over-land, to Milford-Haven. -

Clo. 'Tis certain, she fled:
Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you !

Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; Dare come about him.
The due of honour in no point omit:-

Queen. All the better! May
So, farewell, noble Lucius!

This night forestall him of the coming day!
Luc. Your hand, my lord !

(Exit Queen. Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forthclo. I love, and hate her; for she's fair and royal; I wear it as your enemy.

And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Luc. Sir, the event

Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one
Is yet to name the winner. Fare

well !

The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords! Outsells them all : I love her therefore: but,
Till he have cross'd the Severn. — Happiness! Disdaining me, and throwing favours on

[Exeunt Lucius, and Lords. The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment, Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours us, That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point, That we have given him cause.

I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
Clo. 'Tis all the better;

To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.

Enter Pisanio.
Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor

Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah ?
How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, Come hither! Ah, you precious pandar! Villain,
Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness : Where is thy lady? In a word; or else
The powers, that he already hath in Gallia, Thou art straightway with the fiends.
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves Pis. O, good my lord !
His war for Britain.

Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter,
Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business;

I will not ask again. Close villain,
But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip
Cym. Our expectation, that it would be thus, Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus ?
Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, from whose so many weights of baseness cannot
Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd A dram of worth be drawn.
Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd

Pis. Alas, my lord,
The duty of the day. She looks us like

How can she be with him? When was she miss'd ?
A thing more made of malice, than of duty : He is in Rome.
We have noted it.- Call her before us; for

Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer;
We have been too slight in sufferance.

No further halting: satisfy me home,

(Exit an Attendant. What is become of her?
Queen. Royal sir,

Pis. O, my all-worthy lord!
Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd

Clo. All-worthy villain !
Hath her life been ; the cure whereof, my lord, Discover where thy mistress is, at once,
'Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty,

At the next word. — No more of worthy lord, -
Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady Speak, or thy silence on the instant is
So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, Thy condemnation and thy death.
And strokes death to her.

Pis. Then, sir,
Re-enter an Attendant.

This paper is the history of my knowledge
Cym. Where is she, sir? How

Touching her flight.

Presenting a letter. Can her contempt be answer'd ?

Clo. Let's see't! - I will


Atten. Please you, sir,

Even to Augustus’ throne.
Her chambers are all lock’d; and there's no answer, Pis. Or this, or perish!
That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make. She's far enough; and what he learns

Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her,
She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; May prove his travel, not her danger.)
Whereto constrain’d by her infirmity,

cio. Humph!
She should that duty leave unpaid to you,

Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen,
Which daily she was bound to proffer: this Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! [Aside.
She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true?
Made me to blame in memory.

Pis. Sir, as I think.

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Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. — Sirrah, if, When rich ones scarce tell true: to lapse in fulness
thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true ser- Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood
vice; undergo those employments, wherein I should Is worse iu kings, than beggars. – My dear lord!
have cause to use thee, with a serious industry, - Thou art one o'the false ones: now I think on thee,
that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to per- My hunger's gone; but even before, I was
form it, directly and truly, - I would think thee an At point to sink for food. — But what is this?
honest man : thou should'st neither want my means Here is a path to it: 'tis some savage hold:
for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. I were best not call; - I dare not call; yet famine,
Pis. Well, my good lord !

Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For, since patiently and Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness eter
constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of of hardiness is mother. – Ho! who's here?
that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the course If any thing that's civil, speak! if savage,
of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine. Take, or lend !-Ho!-- No answer? then I'll enter!
Wilt thou serve me?

Best draw my sword, and if mine enemy Pis, Sir, I will.

But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any Such a foe, good heavens! (She goes into the case. of thy late master's garments in thy possession ? Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and Arviragus.

Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, he wore, when he took leave of my lady and mistress. and

Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, hither! let it be thy first service; go!

Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match : Pis. I shall, my lord !

[Exit. The sweat of industry would dry, and die, Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven:- I forgot to ask But for the end it works to. Come! our stomachs him one thing; I'll remember't anon. - Even there, Will make what's homely, savoury. Weariness thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. - I would, Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth these garments were come. She said upon a time, Findst the down pillow hard. — Now, peace be here, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) Poor house, that keep'st thyself! that she held the very garment of Posthumus in Gui, I am thoroughly weary. more respect, thau my noble and natural person, to- Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. gether with the adornment of my qualities. With Cui. There is cold nieat i'the cave; we'll browze that suit upon my back, will I ravish her. First kill on that, him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook’d. which will then be a torment to her contempt. He Bel. Stay! come not in! on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on But that it eats our victuals, I should think his dead body, - and when my lust hath dined, Here were a fairy. (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the Gui. What's the matter, sir? clothes that she so praised,) to the court I'll knock Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, her back, foot her home again. She hath despised An earthly paragon!-- Behold divineness me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. No elder than a boy! Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes.

Enter INOGEX. Be those the garments?

Imo. Good masters, harm me pot! Pis. Ay, my noble lord !

Before I enter'd here, I call’d; and thought Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford- To have begg’d, or bought, what I have took : good Haven?

troth, Pis. She can scarce be there yet.

I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the found second thing that I have commanded thee: the third Gold strew'd o'the floor. Here's money for my is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute to my design. meat: Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender I would have left it on the board, so soon itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford. As I had made my meal; and parted 'Would, I had wings to follow it !-- Come, and be With prayers for the provider. true!

(Exit. Gui. Money, youth?
Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for, true to thee, Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dire!
Were to prove false, which I will never be, As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
To him that is most true.

To Milford go,

Who worship dirty gods.
And find not her, whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, Imo. I see, you are angry:
You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's' speed Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed! Have died, had I not made it.

[Exit. Bel. Whither bound?

Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir!
SCENE VI. Before the cave of Belarius. Bel. What is your name?
Enter Imogen, in Boys' clothes.

Imo. Fidele, sir! I have a kinsman, who
Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one:

Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford,
I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together To whom being going, almost spent with hunger

, Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, I am fall'n in this offence. But that my resolution helps me. Milford, Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth, When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, Think us no churls ; nor measure our Thou wast within a ken: 0 Jove! I think,

By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! Foundations fly the wretched ; such, I mean, 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer, Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me, Ere you depart ; and thanks to stay and eat it.I could not miss my way. Will poor folks lie, Boys, bid him welcome! That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis Gui. Were you a woman, youth, A punishment, or trial? Yes; no wonder,

I should woo hard, but be your groom.--In honesty,

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