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.-To Milford go, 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!

[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 tir'd myeslf; 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!
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 date 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; 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.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

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

Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I,

Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our matcht:
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!

Gui.

I am throughly weary. Aro. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll browze

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: 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 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.

Gui.

Money, youth?

Aro. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those

Who worship dirty gods.

Imo.

I see, you are angry:

Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died, had I not made it.

Bel.

Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir.
Bel.

Whither bound?

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,

Bel. Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds, By this rude place we live in. Well encountered! 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer

* In, for into.

Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.

Boys, bid him welcome.

Gui. I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty,

Were you a woman, youth,

I'll make't my comfort,

I bid for you, as I'd buy.

Aro.

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 To thee, Posthumus.

: Bel.

[Aside.

He wrings at some distress.

Gui. 'Would, I could free't!
Aro.

What pain it cost, what danger! Gods!

Bel.

Imo. Great men,

Or I; whate'er it be,

Hark, boys. [Whispering.

That had a court no bigger than this cave,

That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
Which their own conscience seal'd them, (laying by
That nothing gift of differing✶ 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:

Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in: Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,

So far as thou wilt speak it.

Gui.

Pray, draw near.

Aro. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark,

less welcome.

Unsteady.

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,
For this immediate levy, he commands
His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar!
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces?
2 Sen.

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?

1 Sen.

Ay.

With those legions

Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy

Must be supplyant: The words of your commission

Will tie you to the numbers, and the time

Of their despatch.

Tri.

We will discharge our duty.

[Exeunt.