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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 see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll


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! Come, and be true.

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

thee, Were to prove false, which I will never be, To him that is most true. And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed!


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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: 0 Jove! I think,
Foundations fly the wretched : such, I mean,
Where they should be reliev'd. Twobeggars told me,
I could not miss my way:


folks lie,
That have affictions 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 !
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?
Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold:
I were best not call: I dare not call : yet famine,
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valjant.
Plenty, and


breeds cowards; hardness ever Of hardiness is mother. - Ho! who's here? If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage, Take, or lend. - 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.


Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman,

| and

9.Best hunter.

Are master of the feast : Cadwal, and I,
Will play the cook and servant ; 'tis our match':
The sweat of industry would dry, and die,
But for the end it works to. 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!

I am thoroughly weary. Aru. 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

What's the matter, sir?
Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon! - Behold divineness
No elder than a boy!


Imo. 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



my meat : I would have left it on the board, so soon As I had made my meal; and parted With

prayers for the provider.

Money, youth?
Ard. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt !


As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.

I see you are angry:
Know, if

kill me for


fault, I should
Have died, had I not made it.

Whither bound ?
Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir.

What is your name?
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.

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. Aru.

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


that they Had been my father's sons ! then had my } Aside.

Been less; and so more equal ballasting
To thee, Posthumus.

He wrings at some distress.
Gui. 'Would I could free't!

Or I; whate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger! Gods !

2 In, for into.


Hark, boys.

[Whispering. Imo. Great men, That had a court no bigger than this cave, That did attend themselves, and had the virtue Which their own conscience seald them, (laying by That nothing gift of differing 3 multitudes,) Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods ! I'd change my sex to be companion with them, Since Leonatus false. Bel.

It shall be so: go

dress our hunt. - Fair youth, come
Discourse is heavy, fasting ; when we have supp'd,
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak it.

Pray, draw near.
Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark,

less welcome.
Imo. Thanks, sir.

draw near.


Boys, we'll

in :



Enter Two Senators and Tribunes.

1 Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ; That since the common men are now in action 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians : And that the legions' now in Gallia are Full weak to undertake our wars against The fallen-off Britons; that we do incite The gentry to this business : He creates Lucius pro-consul : and to you the tribunes,


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