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(Poor ignorant baubles!) on our terrible seas, Thy fortunes.-How! that I should murder her?
Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd Upou the love, and truth, and vows which I
As easily gainst our rocks: For joy whereof, Have made to thy command ?-I, her?-her blood?
The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point If it be so to do good service, never
(0, giglot fortone!) to master Cæsar's sword, Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright, That I should seem to lack humanity,
And Britons strut with courage.

So much as this fact comes to? Do't: The letter
Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid :

Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; That I have sent her, by her own commmand
and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars : Shall give thee opportunity :-0 damn'd paper!
other of them inay have crooked noses; but, to Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble,
owe such straight arms, none.

Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st
Cym. Son, let your mother end.

So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.
Clo. We have yet many among as can gripe as

Enter I MOGEN.
bard as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; but I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
I have a band.-Why tribute? why should we pay

Imo. How now,

tribute? If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will Imo. Who?thy lord? that is my lord? Leonatas?
pay bim tribute for light; else, sir, no more tri- 0, learn'd indeed were that astronomer,
bute, pray you now.

That knew the stars, as I his characters;
Cym. You must know,

He'd lay the future open.—You good gods,
Till the injurious Romans did extort (bition, Let what is here contain’d relish of love,
This tribute from us, we were free : Cæsar's am Of my lord's health, of his content,-yet not,
(Which swell’d so much, that it did almost stretch That we two are asunder, let that grieve him.-
The sides o'the world,) against all colour, here (Some griefs are med'cinable ;) that is one of them,
Did put the yoke upon us ; which to shake off, For it doth physic love ;-of his content, [be,
Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave :-Bless'd
Ourselves to be. We do say then to Cæsar, You bees, that make these locks of counsel! Lovers,
Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which

And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike;
Ordain'd our laws; (whose use the sword of Cæsar Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
Hath too much mangled; whose repair and fran- You clasp young Cupid's tables.—Good news,gods!

Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Justice, and your father's wrath, 'should he take
Though Rome be therefore angry ;) Mulmatius, me in his dominion, should not be so cruel to me, as
Who was the first of Britain, which did put you, O the dearest of creatures, would not even re-
His brows within a golden crown, and call's new me with your eyes. Take notice, that I am in
Himself a king.

Cambria, at Milford-Haven : What your own love
I am sorry, Cymbeline,

will, out of this, advise you, follow. So, he wishes That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar

you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and (Cæsar, that bath more kings his servants, than your, increasing in love, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS. Thyself domestic oflicers,) thine enemy:

O, for a horse with wings!—Hear'st thou, Pisanio?
Receive it from me, then :-War, and confusion, He is at Milford-Haven: Read, and tell me
In Cæsar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee; look How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
For fury pot to be resisted :-Thus defied, May plod it in a week, why may not I
I thank thee for myself.

Glide thither in a day?-_Then, true Pisanio,

Thou art welcome, Caius. (Who long'st,likeme, to see thy lord; wholong'st,-
Thy Cæsar knighted me : my youth I spent 0, let me 'bate,-but not like me :-yet long'st,-
Much under him ; of bim I gather'd honour;

But in a fainter kind :—0, not like me ;
Which be, to seek of me again, perforce,

For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick,
Behoves me keep at utterance ; I am perfect, (Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing,
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for

To the smothering of the sense,) how far it is
Their liberties, are now in arnis : a precedent

To this same blessed Milford: And, by the way,
Wbich, not to read, would shew the Britons cold : Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
So Cæsar shall not them.

To inherit such a haven : But, first of all,

Let proof speak. How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pas- That we shall make in time, from our hence-going, time with us a day, or two, longer: If you seek And our return, to excuse :--but first, how get us afterwards in other terms, you shall find

hence : us in our salt-water girdle: if you beat us out Why should excuse be born or e’er begot? of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our we'll talk of that hereafter. Pr’ythee, speak, crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an How many score of miles may we well ride end.

'Twixt hour and hour. Luc. So, sir.

[mine: Pis.

One score, 'twixt sun and sun,
Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.
All the remain is, welcome.

[Excunt. Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, SCENE II.--Another Room in the same.

Could never go so slow : I have heard of riding

wagers, Enter PISANIO.

Where horses have been pimbler than the sands Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you that runi'the clock's behalf:-But this is foolery:not

Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say
What monster's her accuser?-Leonatus!

She'll home to her father; and provide me, pre0, master! what a strange infection

A riding suit; no costlier than would fit [sently, Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian

A franklin's housewife. (As poisonous tougue'd, as handed,) hath prevailid Pis.

Madam, you're best consider. do thy too ready bearing !--Disloyal? No:

Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here,
She's pupish'a for her truth ; and ondergoes, Nor wbat ensues; but have a fog in them,
More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults That I cannot look through. Away, I pr’ythee ;
As would take in some virtue :~0, my master! Do as ! bid tliee : There's no more to say ;
Thy mind to her is now as low, as were

Accessible is none but Milford way. (Exeunt.

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SCENE III.-Wales. A mountainous Country, with | Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid a Cave.

More pious debts to heaven, than in all (taias; Enter BELARIUB, GUIDERIUS, and AAVIRAGUS. The fore-end of my time.–Bat, up to the moon

Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such This is not hunters' language:-He, that strikes
Whose roof's as low as oars! Stoop, boys: This gate The venison first, shall be the lord ó' the feast;
Instructs you how to adore the heavens ; and bows To him the other two shall minister;

And we will fear no poison, which attends
To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the
Are arch’d so high, that giants may jet through


[Exeunt Gui. and Are. And keep their impious turbands on, without How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! Good-morrow to the sun.-Hail, thou fair heaven! These boys know little, they are sons to the king; We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. As prouder livers do.

They think, they are mine : and, though train'd op Gui. Hail, heaven!

thus meanly Arv.

Hail, beaven! I'the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do bit Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon bill, The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, In simple and low things, to prince it, much When you above perceive me like a crow, Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, That it is place, which lessens, and sets off. The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom And you may then revolve what tales I have told you, The king his father called Guiderias, Jove! Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell This service is not service, so being done, The warlike feats I have done, bis spirits fly out But being so allow'd: To apprehend thus, Into my story: say,—Thus mine enemy fell; Draws us a profit from all things we see :

And thus I set my foot on his neck; even then And often, to our comfort, shall we find

The princely blood Bows in his cheek, be sweats, The sharded beetle in a safer hold

Strains his youvg nerves, and puts himself is Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life

posture Is nobler, than attending for a check ;

That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, Richer, than doing nothing for a babe;

(Once, Arvirágus,) in as like a figure, Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk : Strikes life into my speech, and shews moch more Such gain the cap of bim, that makes them fine, His own conceiving. Hark! the game is roas'd !Yet keeps his book unoross'd: no life to ours. O Cymbeline! heaven, and my conscience, knows, Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor Thou didst unjustly banish me; whereon, unfledg'd,

[not At three, and two years old, I stole these babes; Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor know Thinking to bar thee of succession, as What airs from home. Haply, this life is best, Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, If quiet life be best: sweeter to you,

Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their That have a sharper known; well corresponding

mother, With your stiff age : bat, anto us, it is

And every day do honour to ber grave: A cell of ignorance; travelling abed;

Myself, Belaríus, that am Morgan call'd, A prison for a debtor, that not dares

They take for natural father. The game is up. (Erit. To stride a limit. Aru. What should we speak of,

Scene IV.–Near Milford-Haren. When we are old as you? when we sball hear

Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN. The rain and wind beat dark December, how, Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, In this our pipching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away! We have seen nothing : | Was near at hand :-Ne'er long'd my mother so We are beastly; subtile as the fox, for prey; To see me first, as I have now :-Pisanio! Man! Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat:

Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind, Our valoar is, to chase what flies; our cage That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,

that sigh And sing our bondage freely,

From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, Bel.

How you speak! Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd Did you but know the city's asuries,

Beyond self-explication: Put thyself And felt them knowingly : the art o'the court, Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter? Is certain falling, or so slippery, that

Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with The fear's as bad as falling the toil of the war, A look untender? If it be summer news, A pain that only seems to seek out danger Smile to't before : if winterly, thou need'st I'the name of fame, and honour; which dies i'the But keep that countenance still.—My husband's And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, [search;

hand! As record of fair act; nay, many times,

That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Aud he's at some hard point.-Speak, man; thy Must court’sey at the censure :-0, boys, this story

tongue The world may read in me : My body's mark'd May take off some extremity, which to read With Roman swords; and my report was once

Would be even mortal to me. First with the best of note : Cymbeline lov'd me; Pis.

Please you, read; And when a soldier was the theme, my name And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing Was not far off: Then was I as a tree,

The most disdain'd of fortune. Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night, Imo. (Reads.) Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises; And left me bare to weather.

but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as Gui. Uncertain favoar!

(oft,) | I expect my revenge. That part, thou, Pisanio, must Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you

act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breack But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life: I Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline,

shall give thee opportunities at Milford-Haven; ske I was confederate with the Romans : 80,

hath my letter for the purpose: Where, if thou fear to Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, strike, and to make me certain it is done, tkou art the This rock, and these demesnes, have been my world : pander to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal

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Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword ? the Pis. I'll wake mive eye-balls blind first.


Wherefore then
Hath ont her throat already:-No, 'tis slander, Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd
Whose edge is sbarper than the sword; whose tongue So many miles, with a pretence ? this place ?
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Mine action, and thine own? our horses' laboar?
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie The time inviting thee? the perturb'd coart,
All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, For my being absent; whereunto I never
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far,
This viperous slander enters.-What cheer, madam? To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand,

Imo. False to his bed! What is it, to be false ? The elected deer before thee?
To lie in watch there, and to think on him ?


But to win time
Toweep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge na To lose so bad employment: in the which

I bave consider's of a course : Good lady,
To break it with a fearful dream of him,

Hear me with patience.
And cry myself awake? that's false to his bed, Imo.

Talk thy tongue weary; speak:
Is it?

I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear,
Pis. Alas, good lady!

Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness :-Iachimo, Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.
Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;


Then, madam,
Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks, I thought you would not back again.
Thy favour's good enough.—Some jay of Italy, Imo.

Most like;
Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him: Bringing me here to kill me.
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion;


Not neither :
And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls, But if I were as wise as honest, then
I must be ripp'd :—to pieces with me!-0, My purpose would prove well. It cannot be,
Men’s vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, Bat that my master is abus'd:
By thy revolt, О husband, shall be thought Some villain, ay, and singular in his art,
Put on for villany; not born, where't grows; Hath done you both this cursed injury.
But worn, a bait for ladies.

Imo. Some Roman courtezan.
Good madam, bear me. Pis,

No, on my life.
Imo. True honest men being heard, like false I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him

[weeping Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded
Were, in his time, thought false : and Sinon's I should do so : You shall be miss'd at court,
Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity (mus, | And that will well confirm it.
From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Posthu Imo.

Why, good fellow,
Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;

What sball I do the wbile? Where bide? How live?
Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and perjur'd, Or in my life what comfort, when I am
From thy great fail.-Come, fellow, be thou honest; Dead to my husband ?
Do thou thy master's bidding: When thou see'st


Il you'll back to the court,
A little witness my obedience: Look! [him,

Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado
I draw the sword myself: take it; and bit With that harsh, noble, simple nothing;
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart : That Cloten, whose love-suit bath been to me
Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief: As fearful as a siege.
Thy master is not there; who was, indeed,


If pot at court,
The riches of it: Do his bidding; strike.

Then not in Britain must you bide.
Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause;


Where then? But now thou seem'st a coward.

Hath Brituin all the son that shines ? Day, night, Pis.

Hence, vile instrument ! Are they not bat in Britain ? I'the world's volume
Thou shalt not damn my hand.

Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it;

Why, I must die; In a great pool, a swan's nest; Pr’ythee, think
And if I do not by thy hand, thou art

There's livers out of Britain.
No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter Pis.

I am most glad
There is a prohibition so divine, [heart; You think of other place. The embassador,
That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
Something's afore't:-Soft, soft; we'll no defence; To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind
Obedient as the scabbard.What is here? Dark as your fortune is ; and but disguise
The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,

That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be,
All turn'd to heresy? Away, away,

But by self-danger; you should tread a course
Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Pretty, and full of view: yea, haply, near
Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools The residence of Posthumus: so nigh, at least,
Believe false teachers : Though those, that are be- That though bis actions were not visible, yet

Report should render him hourly to your ear,
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor

As truly as he moves.
Stands in worse case of woe.


O, for such means !
And thou, Posthumus, thoa that did'st set up Though peril to my modesty, not death on't,
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father,

I would adventure.
And make me put into contempt the suits


Well, then, here's the point :
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find

You must forget to be a woman; change
It is no act of common passage, but

Command into obedience ; fear, and niceness,
A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself,

(The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her Woman its pretty self,) to a waggish courage; That now thou tir’st on, how thy memory.

Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
Will then be pang'd by me.-Pr'ythee, despatch: As quarrellous as the weasel: nay, you must
The lamb entreats the butcher: Wbere's thy knife? Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, Exposing it (bat, 0, the harder heart!
When I desire it too.

Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch
O gracious lady,

Of common-kissing Titan; and forget
Since I receiv'd command to do this business, Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
I have not slept one wink.

You made great Juno angry.
Do't, and to bed then. Imo.

Nay, be brief:

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I see into thy end, and am almost


Royal sir, A man already.

Since the exile of Posthumus, most retird Pis.

First, make yourself but like one. Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord, Fore-thinking this, I have already lit,

'Tis time must do.' 'Beseech your inajesty, ('Tis in my cloak-bag.) doublet, hat, hose, all Forbear sharp speeches to her: She's a lady that answer to thein: Would you, in their serving, So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, And with what imitation you can borrow

And strokes death to her. From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius

Re-enter an Attendant. Present yourself, desire his service, tell him


Where is she, sir? How Wherein you are happy, (which you'll make him

Can her contempt be answer'd ? know,


Please yon, sir, If that his head have ear in music,) doubtless,

Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer, With joy he will embrace you ; for he's honourable, That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make. And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad

Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, You have me, rich; and I will never fail

She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Beginning, nor supplyment.

Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, Imo.

Thou art all the comfort She should that daty leave unpaid to you, The gods will diet me with. Prytbee away: Which daily she was bound to proffer : this There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even

She wish'd me to make known; but our great court All that good time will give us : This attempt Made me to blame in memory. I'm soldier to, and will abide it with


Her doors lock'd ? A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee.

Not seen of late ? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell; Prove false!

[Enit. Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of

Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,

Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, Here is a box: I had it from the queen;

I have not seen these two days. What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea,


Go, look after.--[Erit Clota. Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this

Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!Will drive away distemper.-To some shade, He hath a drug of mine : I pray, his absence And fit you to your manhood :-May the gods

Proceed by swallowing that; for be believes Direct you to the best!

It is a thing most precious. But for her, Imo.

Ainen: I thank thee. (E.reunt. Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; Scene V.-A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.

Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is

To death, or to dishonour; and my end

Can make good use of either : She being dong, Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.

I bave the placing of the British crown.
Thanks, royal sir.

Re-enter CLOTEN.
My emperor hath wrote ; I must from hence;
And am right sorry, that I must report ye

How pow, my son?

Clo, My master's enemy.

'Tis certain, she is fled: Cym. Our subjects, sir,

Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself

Dare come about him. To sbew less sovereignty than they, must needs


All the better: May Appear unkinglike.

This night forestall him of the coming day! (Esil. Luc. So, sir, I desire of you

Clo. I love, and hate ber: for she's fair and royal; A conduct over-land, to Milford-Haven.

And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you !

Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The best she hath, and she, of all componnded, The due of honour in no point omit :

Outsells them all: I love her, therefore : But, So, farewell, noble Lucius.

Disdaining me, and throwing favours on
Your hand, my lord.

The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment. Clo. Receive it friendly: bat from this time forth That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point, I wear it as your enemy.

I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
Sir, the event

To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools
Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well. [lords,

Enter PISANIO. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, Till he have cross'd the Severn.-Happiness!

sirrah? [Exeunt Lucius and Lords. Come hither: Ah, you precious pander! Villaia, Queen. He goes hence frowning : but it honours Where is thy lady? In a word; or else That we have given him cause.

[us, Thou art straigbtway with the fiends. Clo.

'Tis all the better;

0, good my lord! Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.

Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor I will not ask again. Close villain, How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Our chariots and our horsemen be iu readiness : Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? The powers, tbat he already hath in Gallia

From whose so many weights of baseness cannot Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves A dram of worth be drawn. His war for Britain.


Alas, my lord, Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business;

How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. He is in Rome. Cym. Our expectation, that it would be thus, Clo.

Where is she, sir? Come nearer; Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, No further halting: satisfy me bome, Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd What is become of her ? Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd

Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! The duty of the day : She looks us like


All-worthy villain! A thing more made of malice, than of doty: Discover where thy mistress is, at once, We have noted it.--Call her before us; for

At the next word,—No more of worthy lord; We have been too slight in sufferance.

Speak, or thy silence on the instant is [Exit an Attendant, l Thy condemnation and thy death.



man, and


Tben, sir, Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,
This paper is the history of my knowledge But that my resolution helps me.--Milford,
Touching her flight. (Presenting a letter.) When from the mountain-top Pisanio shew'd thee,

Let's see't:— I will pursue her Thoa wast within a ken: O'Jove! I think,
Even to Augustus' tbrone.

Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean,
Or this, or perish.

Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars
She's far enough ; and what he learns by

told me, this


I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie,
May prove his travel, not her danger.

That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis

Hamph! A panishment, or trial ? Yes; no wonder,
Pis. I'll write to my lord sbe's dead. O Imogen, When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in ful-
Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! (Aside.)
Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true?

Is sorer, than to lie for need ; and falsehood

Sir, as I think. Is worse in kings, than beggars.--My dear lord! Clo. It is Postbumus' hand; I know't.-Sirrah, Thou art one o'the false ones : Now I'think on thee, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true My bunger's gone; but even before, I was service; undergo those employments, wherein I At point to sink for food.-But what is this? should bave cause to use thee, with a serious indus- Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold: try,—that is, what villany so'er I bid thee do, to I were best not call; I dare not call; yet famine, perform it, directly and truly,-I would think thee Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. an honest man: thou should'st neither want my Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy prefer- of hardiness is mother.-Ho! who's here? Pis. Well, my good lord.

[ment. If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage,
Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For, since patiently Take, or lend.—Ho!-No answer? then I'll enter.
and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune Best draw my sword, and if mine enemy
of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of Such a foe, good heavens! (She goes into the cave.)
mine. Wilt thou serve me?

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and ARVIRAGUS.
Pis. Sir, I will.
Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast

Bel. You, Polydore, bave prov'd best wood-
any of thy late master's garments in thy possession ?
Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same

Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, suit he wore, when he took leave of my lady and

Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match : mistress.

The sweat of industry would dry, and die,
Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that

But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs suit bither: let it be thy first service; go.

Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness Pis. I shall, my lord.


Can snore upon the flint, when resiive sloth
Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :- I forgot to

Finds the down pillow hard. Now, peace be here, ask him one thing ; I'll remember't anon :- Even

Poor house, that keep'st thyself! there, thoa villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee.


I am thoroughly weary. I would, these garments were come. She said

Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. apon a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from

Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll browze my heart,) that she held the very garment of

on that, Posthumus in more respect than my noble and na

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

Bel. tural person, together with the adornment of my

Stay; come not in : ( Looking in.) qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I But that it eats our victuals, I should think ravish her: First kill him, and in her eyes'; there Here were a fairy. sball she see my valour, which will then be a torment


What's the matter, sir? to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech

Bel. By Júpiter, an angel! or, if not,
of insultment ended on bis dead body,--and

when An earthly, paragon!-Behold divineness
my last bath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I No elder than a boy!
will execute in the clothes that she so praised,) to

the court I'll knock her back, foot her

home again. Imo. Good masters, harm me not:
She hath despis'd me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought
in my revenge.

To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took
Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes.

Good troth,
Be those the garments ?

I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had

(meat : Pis. Ay, my noble lord.

Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford- I would have left it on the board, so soon

Gold strew'd o'the floor. Here's money for my
Pis. She can scarce be there yet.
Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is

As I had made my meal; and parted
the second thing that I have commanded thee: the

With prayers for the provider.

Money, youth?
third is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute to my
design. Be but duteous, and true preferment | As 'tis no better reckon’d, but of those

Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
sball tender itself to thee. My revenge is now at
Milford; 'Would I had wings to follow it!-

Who worship dirty gods.

I see, you are angry:
Come, and be true.

[Exit. Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss : for, true to

Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should

Have died, had I not made it.

Whither bound ?
Were to prove false, which I will never be,
To him that is most true. To Milford go,

Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir.

What is your name?
And find not her, whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow,
You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;

Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who
Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed!


To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,

I am fall'n in this offence.
SCENE VI.-Before the Cave of Belarius. Bel.

Pr'ythee, fair youth,
Enter IMOGEN, in boy's clothes.

Think us no churls ; nor measure our good minds Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one:

By this rude place we live in. Well encounterid ! I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together 'Tis almost night : you shall have better cbeer,

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