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Pisanio. Well, my good lord.
Cloten. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession ?
Pisanio. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.
Cloten. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither; let it be thy first service; go.
Pisanio. I shall, my lord. [Exit PISANIO.
Cloten. Meet thee at Milford Häven Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would, these garments were come.
She said upon à time, that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person. With that suit upon my back, will I first kill him, and in her eyes : He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, when my appetite hath dined, to the court I'll foot her home again. My revenge is now at Milford -'Would I had wings to follow it!
The Forest and Cave.
Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes. Imnog. I see, a man's life is a tedious one : I have tired myself; and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, But that may resolution helps me.Milford,
When from the mountain top Pisanio show'd thee,
poor That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis A punishment, or trial ? Yes: no wonder, When rich ones scarce tell true : My dear lord ! Thou art one o' the false ones : Now I think on thee, My hunger's gone; but even before I was At point to sink for food.—But what is this? '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. Ho!-No answer ? then I'll enter. Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. Such a foe, good Heavens! [She goes into the Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. You, Polydore, have proved best woodman,
and Are master of the feast : Cadwal, and I, Will play the cook, and servant : Come, our stomachs Will make what's homely, savoury : Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard. --Now, peace be here, Poor house, that keep'st thyself!
[Goes towards the Cave. Guid. I am throughly weary. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Guid. There's cold meat i'the cave; we ll browse
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
Bel. Stay; come not in:
Guid. What's the matter, sir ?
Bel. By Jupiter, an angel ! or, if not, An earthly paragon !-Behold divineness No elder than a boy!
Imog. 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: Good
troth, I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had
found Gold strew'd o’the floor. Here's money for thy meat : I would have left it on the board, so soon As I had made my meal; and parted With prayers for the provider.
Arv. Money, youth?
Guid. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt !
Imog. I see, you are angry;
Bel. Whither bound?
Imog. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who
Bel. 'Prythee, fair youth,