Or this, or perish.) She's far enough; and what he learns by this, Aside. May prove his travel, not her danger. Clo. Humph! Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! [Aside. Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true? Pis. Sir, as I think. Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry, that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly, I would think thee an honest man: thou shouldest neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. Pis. Well, my good lord. Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me? Pis. Sir, I will, Hast Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go. Pis. I shall, my lord. Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven: [Exit. I forgot to - ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon: Even there thou villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee. — I She said upon would these garments were come. a time, that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she seè my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. 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 MilfordHaven? 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 shalt 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! and be true. Come, 1 [Exit. Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for, true to thee, Were to prove false, which I will never be, [Exit. SCENE VI. Before the Cave of BELARIUS. Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes. Imo. 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 my resolution helps me.- Milford, When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, Thou wast within a ken: O Jove! I think, Foundations fly the wretched : such, I mean, Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me, I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis A punishment, or trial? Yes; no wonder, When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in fulness Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord! But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRagus. Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman", and 9 Best hunter. Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Now, peace be here, I am thoroughly weary. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Gui. There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browze on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. Bel. Stay; come not in: [Looking in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. Gui. What's the matter, sir? Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon! - Behold divineness No elder than a boy ! Enter IMOGEN. Imo. Good masters, harm me not: 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. meat: Here's money for my I would have left it on the board, so soon With prayers for the provider. Gui. Money, youth? Aro. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! ' Agreement. As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those I see you are angry: Imo. Bel. Whither bound? What is your name? Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir. Bel. 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. 2 Bel. Pr'ythee, 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 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'd buy. Aro. 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?-'Would it had been so, that they Had been my father's sons! then had my prize Been less; and so more equal ballasting Bel. Gui. 'Would I could free't! Arv. Aside. He wrings at some distress. Or I; whate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger! Gods! 2 In, for into. |