That we have given him cause. Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves Queen. A thing more made of malice, than of duty: Royal sir, Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd How Re-enter an Attendant. Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, She wish'd me to make known, but our great court Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that which I Fear prove false ! [Exit. Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, I have not seen these two days. [Exit CLOTEN. Queen. Go, look after.Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus, He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes It is a thing most precious. But for her, Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown To her desir'd Posthumus. Gone she is To death, or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: she being down, I have the placing of the British crown. Re-enter CLOTEN. How now, my son ! Clo. 'Tis certain, she is fled. Go in, and cheer the king: he rages; none Dare come about him. Queen. All the better: may This night forestal him of the coming day! [Exit QUEEN. Clo. I love, and hate her, for she's fair and royal; And that she hath all courtly parts, more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman: from every one The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Outsells them all. I love her therefore; but, Disdaining me, and throwing favours on The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment, ment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body,-and when my lust hath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. Re-enter PISANIO, with the Clothes. Be those the garments? Pis. Ay, my noble lord. Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford-Haven? Pis. She can scarce be there yet. Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford: would I had wings to follow it.—Come, and be true. [Exit. Pis. Thou bidd'st me to thy loss: for true to thee Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: Imo. 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. Pr'ythee, fair youth, Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd. Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me, "Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie, When rich ones scarce tell true: to lapse in fulness [Seeing the Cave. But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Gui. Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.Boys, bid him welcome. Gui. Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty, I bid for you, as I do buy. Arv. I'll make't my comfort, He is a man: I'll love him as my brother; And such a welcome as I'd give to him After long absence, such is yours.— Most welcome. Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. Imo. 'Mongst friends! If brothers?-[Aside.] Would it had been so, that they Had been my father's sons: then, had my prize Been less; and so more equal ballasting To thee, Posthumus. Bel. He wrings at some distress. | That had a court no bigger than this cave, Bel. So far as thou wilt speak it. Pray, draw near. The fallen-off Britons, that we do incite Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, Lucius pro-consul; and to you, the tribunes, less welcome. For this immediate levy he commends Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? Ay. With those legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Full weak to undertake our wars against ACT IV. SCENE I.-The Forest, near the Cave. Enter CLOTEN. Gui. I love thee; I have spoke it : How much the quantity, the weight as much, Bel. What! how? how? I love this youth; and I have heard you say, Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made | In my good brother's fault: I know not why by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, (for it is not vainglory for a man and his glass to confer in his own [Aside.] O noble strain! chamber) I mean, the lines of my body are as well-O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the Nature hath meal and bran; contempt and grace. time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general I am not their father; yet who this should be services, and more remarkable in single oppositions: Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.— yet this perverse errant thing loves him in my despite. 'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now Arv. is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistress enforced, thy garments cut to pieces before thy face; and all this done, spurn her home to her father, who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage, but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore purpose. Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting-place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit. SCENE II. Before the Cave. Brother, farewell. Imo. I wish ye sport. Our courtiers say, all's savage but at court: Bel. You are not well: [To IMOGEN.] remain here I might know more. in the cave: We'll come to you after hunting. Brother, stay here: [To IMOGEN. Are we not brothers? Clo. I cannot find those runagates: that villain Bel. I know 'tis he.-We are held as outlaws: hence! [Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS. More slavish did I ne'er, than answering Clo. A law-breaker, a villain. A thing Thou art a robber, Yield thee, thief. What art thou? Gui. To whom? to thee? An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? Clo. Thou villain base, And set them on Lud's town. We are all undone. Know'st me not by my clothes? My tailor made them not. Thou precious varlet, Hence then, and thank What's thy name? Hear but my name, and tremble. Gui. Can we set eye on, but in all safe reason He must have some attendants. Though his humour To come alone, either he so undertaking, Arv. Let ordinance I had no mind Gui. Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear, the wise: And tell the fishes he's the queen's son, Cloten: At fools I laugh, not fear them. Arv. None in the world. You did mistake him, sure. Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would revenges, I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour, Bel. Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Gui. [Exit. Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream In embassy to his mother: his body's hostage For his return. [Solemn Music. Bel. My ingenious instrument! Hark, Polydore, it sounds; but what occasion Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! Gui. Is he at home? O' the floor; Arv. His arms thus leagu'd: I thought he slept, and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud. Why, he but sleeps; Gui. If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed: With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee. With fairest flowers, Arv. Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Gui. Pr'ythee, have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt.-To the grave! Arv. Say, where shall's lay him? Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother. Arv. Be't so: And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, As once our mother: use like note, and words, Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. Gui. Cadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee; Arv. We'll speak it, then. (That angel of the world) doth make distinction Gui. Arv. If you'll go fetch him, We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin. [Exit BELARICS. Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for't. Arv. 'Tis true. Gui. Come on then, and remove him. Arv. SONG. So.-Begin. Gui. Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Thou thy worldly task hast done, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak: |