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Pisanio. Well, my good lord.
Cloten. Wilt thou serve me?
Pisanio. Sir, I will.

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,

folks lie,

When from the mountain top Pisanio show'd thee,
Thou wast within a ken :
Two beggars told me,
I could not miss my way:


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

on that

Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.

Bel. Stay; come not 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 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 !
As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.

Imog. I see, you are angry;
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died, had I not made it.

Bel. Whither bound?
Imog. To Milford Haven, sir.
Bet. What is your name?

Imog. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who
Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fallen in this offence.

Bel. 'Prythee, 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

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