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Pis. She can searce be there yet.
To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: good Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the
troth, second thing that I have commanded thee; the third I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute to my design. found Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself Gold strewd o'the floor. Here's money for my meat: to thee. My revenge is now at Milford ; 'Would I I would have left it on the board, so soon had wings to follow it !-Come, and be true. [Exit. As I had made my meal ; and parted
Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss : for, true to thee, With prayers for the provider. Were to prove false, which I will never be,
Art. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt !
I see, you are angry !
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died, had I not made it.
Whither bound? Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one:
Imo. To Milfor-Haven, sir.
Bcl. I have tird myself; and for two nights together
What is your name? Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, Imo. Fidele, sir; I have a kinsman, who But that my resolution helps me - Milford,
Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, Thou wast within a ken: 0 Jove! I think,
I am fallen in this offence. Foundations fiy the wretched : such, I mean,
Pristhee, fair youth, Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me,
Think us no churls ; nor measure our good minds I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, By this rude place we live in. Well enconnter'd! That have afflictions on them ; knowing 'uis
'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer A punishment, or trial ? Yes : no wonder,
Ere vou d-part; and thanks, to stay and eat it.When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in fullness Boys, bid him welcome. Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood
Were you a woman, youth, Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord ! I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty Thou art one o' the false ones : Now I think on thee, I bid for you, as I'd buy.
Aru. My hunger's gone ; but even before, I was
I'll make't my comfort, At point to sink for food.-But what is this?
He is a man; I'll love him as my brother:Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold :
And such a welcome as I'd give to him, I were best not call; I dare not call: yet famine, After long absence, such is yours :- Most welcome! Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. Be sprightly, for you fall ’mongst friends,
Imo. Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards ; hardness ever
'Mongst friends! Of hardiness is mother.-Ho! who's here?
If brothers ?-?Would it had been so, that they
Had been my father's sons ! then had my prize
To thee, Posthumus.
[ Aside. But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
He wrings at some distress. Such a foe, goul heavens! [She goes into the cave. Gui. 'Would, I could free't!
Aro. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Or I; whate'er it be,
What pain it cost, what danger! Gods ! Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, and
Hark, boys. [Whispering. Are master of the feast : Cadwal, and I,
Imo. Great men, Will play the cook, and servant; 'tis our match :
That had a court no bigger than this cave, The sweat of industry would dry, and die,
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue But for the end it works too. Come; our stomach
Which their own conscience seal'd them (laying by Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness
That nothing gift of differing multitudes.) Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods ! Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be here,
I'd change my sex to be companion with thein, Poor house, that keeps't thyself!
Since Leonatus false. Gui.
I am throughly weary.
It shall be so: Aro. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.
Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.–Fair youth, come in! Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll brouze
Discourse is heavy, fasting: when we have supp'd, on that,
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
So far as thou wilt speak it.
Stay; come not in:-
Pray, draw near.
Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, But that it eats our victuals, I should think
less welcome. Here were a fairy.
Imo. Thanks, sir.
[Errunt Be!. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon !--Behold divineness
SCENE VII.-Rome. Enter two Senators, and TriVo clder than a boy!
bunes. Enter Imogen.
1 Sen. This is the tenor of the emperor's writ; Imo,
Good masters, harm me not: That since the common inen are now in action Before I enter'd here. I calld; and thought
'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatius;
And that the legions now in Gallia are
How much the quantity, the weight as muel, Full weak to undertake our wars against
As I do love my father. The fallen-off Britons; that we do incite
What? how? how? The gentry to this business : He creates
Aro. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes,
In my good brother's fault: I know not why, For this immediate levy, he commands
I love this youth ; and I have heard you ey, His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar!
Love's reason 's without reason : the bier at door, Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ?
And a demand who is't shall die, 14 say, 2 Sen.
My father, not this youth. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?
O noble strain! (laitt 1 Sen.
With those legions worthiness of nature ! breed of greatness ! Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: Must be supply ant : The words of your commission Nature hath mral, and bran; contempt and grate. Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
I am not their father; yet who this should be, Of their despatch.
Doth miracle itself! lov'd before me. Tri. We will discharge our duty. (Exeunt. 'Tis the ninth hour oʻthe morn.
You health. So please fou, e
Imo. [Aside.) These are kind creatures. Godine SCENE 1.-The Forest near the Cave. Enter Cloten. what lies I have heard ! Cloten.
Our courtiers say, all's savage but at court: I AM near to the place where they should meet, if Experience, O, thou disprovist report! Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments l'he imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather I am sick still; heart-sick : Pisanio, (saving reverence of the word) for, 'tis said, a woman's 'r'll now taste of thy drug. fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the work Gui.
I could not stir bim: man. I dare speak it to myself, (for it is not vain-glo. He said, he was gentle. but unfortunate ; ry for a man and his glass to confer; in his own cham Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. ber, I mean, the lines of my body are as well drawn Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said herefter as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him I might know inore. in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, Bel.
To the field, to the field: above him in birth, alike conversant in general ser We'll leave you for this time: go in, and rest. vices, and more remarkable in single oppositions: yet
Aro. We'll not be long away. this imperseverant thing loves bin in my despite. || Bel.
Pray, be not sick, What mortality is ! Posthumus, thy head, which now For you must be our housewife. is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this Imo,
Well, or ill, hour be off; thy mistress en foretd; thy garments cut
I am bound to you. to pieces before thy face: and all this done, spurn her Bel.
And so shalt be ever.(Estern home to her father; who may, haply, be a little angry This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he luath and for my so rough usage: but my mother, leaving pou. Goud ancestors. er of his testiness, shall turn all into my commenda: Arv. How angel-like he sings! tions. My horse is tied up safe : Out, sword, and to a Gui. But his neat cookers ! sore purpose ! Fortune, put them into my band! This He cut our roots ip characters; is the very deséription of their metting-place; ad And saue'd our broths, as Juno had been siek, the fellow dares not deceive me.
[Exil. And he her dieter.
Nobily he yokes
A smiling with a sigh: us if the sich Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Innoget.
Was that it was, for not bing sich a smile; Bel. You are not well : (To Imogen.) remain here The smile mocking the sight, that it would fly in the cave;
From so divine a temple, to comnis
With winds that sailors rail at.
I do note,
That grief and patience, rooted in his both, I mo.
So man and man should be ; Mingle their spurs together. Bat clay and clay differs in dignity,
Grow, patience! Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. His perishing rout, with the increasing vine! Imo So sick I am not; yet I am not well :
Bel. It is great morning. Come; away. Put not so citizen a wanton, as
there? To seem to die, ere sick : So please you, leave me ;
Enter Cloten. Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me Hath mock'd me :-I am faint. Cannot amend me : Society is no comfort
Those runagates! To one not sociable: I am not very sick,
Means he not us? I partly know him; us Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here: Cloten, the son o'the queen. I lear sarse ambest. I'll rob none but myself; and let me dic,
I saw him not these many years, and red Stealing so poorly.
I know 'tis he :-We are held as outlaws:- Hence' Gui.
I love thee ; I have spoke it : Gui. He is but one : You and my brother scared
What companies are near: pray you, away! Who call's me traitor, mountaineer; and swore,
Displace our heads, where (thank the gods!) they grow,
We are all undone. Gui.
Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law A slave without a knock.
Protects not us: Then why should we be tender, ro. Thou art a robber,
To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; A law-brenker, a villain : Yield thee, thief.
Play juilge, and executioner, all himself; Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou ? Have not I For we do fear the law? What company An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Discover you abroad? Thy words, I grant, are biggers for I wear not
No single soul
He must have some attendants. Though his humour Clo.
Thou villain base, Was nothing but mutation ; ay, and that Know'st me not by my clothes ?
From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not
No, nor thy tailor, rascal, || Absolute madness could so far have ravid,
It may be heard at court, that such as we
Thou precious varlet, Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time My tailor made them not.
May make some stronger head : the which he hearing, Gui.
Hence then, and thank (As it is like bim,) might break out, and swear
To come alone, either he so undertaking,
Thou injurious thief, Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear, Hear but my name, and tremble.
If we do fear this body bath a tail Gui.
What's thy name?
More perilous than the head. Clo, Cloten, thou villain.
My brother hath done well.
I had no mind
To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness
Did make my way long forth. I'm son to the queen.
With his own sword, Gui.
I'm sorry for't ; not seeming Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta’en So worthy as thy birth.
His head from him : I'll throw't into the creek
Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,
That's all I reck.
I fear, 't will be reveng’d: When I have slain thee with my proper hand, 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done't! though valI'll follow those that even now fled hence, And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads : Becomes thee well enough. Yield, rustick mountaineer. [Exeunt, fighting. Arv,
'Would I had done't, Enter Belarius and Arviragus.
So the revenge alone pursued me!--Polydore, Bel. No company's abroad.
I love thee brotherly; but envy much, Arr. None in the world : Yon did mistake him, sure.
Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, revenges, Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him,
That possible strength might meet, would seek us Rut time hath nothing blurrd those lines of favour
through, Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,
And put us to our answer. And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute,
Woll, 'tis done: "Twas very Cloten.
We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Where there's no profit. I priythee, to our rock; I wish my brother make good time with bim,
You and Fidele play the cooks : I'll stay
Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him
To dinner presently.
Poor sick Fidele!
I'd let a parish of such Civtrns blood,
[Eriti Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's Head.
O thou goddess,
In these two princely boys! They are as gentie
Not wagging his sweet lead: and yet as rough,
Their royal blood enchatod, as the rud'st wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine, Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloten's bead And make him stoop to the vaie. 'Tis wonderful, barn to the queen, after his own report ;
Tbat an invisible instinct should frame them
And do not play in wench-like words with that
Arv. Say, where shall's lay him?
We'll speak it ther.
ting Together, have one dust; yet reverence, (That angel of the world) doth make distinction of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely And though you took his life, as being our foc, Yet bury him as a prince. Gui.
fetch him biter Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive. Arv.
If you'll go fetch him, We'll say our song the whilst.- Brother, begin.
To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught;
Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, In embassy to his mother; his body's liostage For his return.
Gui. Is he at home?
He went hence even now.
mother It did not speak before. All solemn things Should answer solemn accidents. The matter? Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys, Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys. Is Cadwal mad? Re-enter Arviragus, bearing Imogen as dead, in his
Look, here he comes,
The bird is dead,
O sweetest, fairest lily!
Stark, as you see :
Why, he but sleeps:
With fairest flowers,
Gui. Pr'ythee, have done;
Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father bath a reason for't. Aru.
'Tis true Gui. Come on then, and remove him. Arv.
Nor the furious winter's rages;
* Home art gone, and ta'en (hy wages :
Thou art past the tyrant's strekt ;
To thee the reed is as the eak :
Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunderstone;
Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moarte
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Arv. Nor no withcraft charm thee!
Arv. Nothing ill come near thee!
And renowned be thy grave!
down. Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midniglat, mare: The herbs, that have on them cold dev o'the night
, Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-Upon their faces:
You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so
Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present nam. Tbese herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.
bers Come on, away: apart upon our knees.
Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, sir, The ground, that gave them first, has them again : What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose ? Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.
South. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision: [Exeunt Bel. Gui, and Ary. || (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus :Imo. [Awaking.] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd is the way?
From the spongy south to this part of the west, I thank you.-By yon bush ?-Pray, how far thither? There vanish'd in the sun-beams: which portends, Ods pittikins !--can it be six miles yet ?
(Unless my sins abuse my divination,) I have gone ali night :-'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. Success to the Roman host. But, soft! no bedfellow :-0, gods and goddesses !
Dream often so, [Seeing the body. And never false.--Soft, ho! what trunk is here, These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime This bloody man, the care on’t.-I hope, I dream; It was a worthy building.-How! a page!For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,
Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather : And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so; For nature doth abhor to make his bed "Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.-
He is alive, my lord.
Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body.-Young one, I tremble still with fear: But if there be
Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity,
They crave to be demanded : Who is this, As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he, The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is That, otherwise than noble nature did, Without me. as within me; not imagin'd, felt. Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest'' A beaulless man!—The garments of Posthumus! In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; What art thou ? His foot Mercurial ; his Martial thigh ;
I am nothing: or if not, The brawns of Hercules; but his Jovial face. Nothing to be were better. This was my master, Murder in heaven?--how?-'Tis gone.--Pisanio, A very valiant Briton, and a good, All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
That here by mountaineers lies slain :- Alas! And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
There are no more such masters: I may wander Conspird with that irregulous devil, Cloten,
From east to occident, cry out for service,
'Lack, good youth ! From this most bravest vessel of the world
Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Struck the main top!-O, Postbuinus ! alas,
Thy master in bleeding : Say his name, good friend. Where is thy head? Where's that? Ah me! where's Imo. Richard du Champ.-If I do lie, and do that?
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope [Aside. Pisanio might bave kill'd thee at the heart,
They'll pardon it.-Say you, sir? And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio ?
Thy name? 'Tis he, and Cloten: Malice and luere in them
Fidele. Have laid this woe here. 0, 'tis pregnant, pregnant !
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy naipe. And cordial to me, have I not found it
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say, Murd'rous to the senses ? That confirms it home: Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure, This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten’s: 0!
No less belov'd. The Ronian emperor's letters, Give colour to my pale check with thy blood,
Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner That we the horrider may seem to those
Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me. Which chance to find us: 0, my lord, my lord!
Imo. I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods,
I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep
As these poor pickaxes can dig: and when
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd his
grave, Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, And on it said a century of prayers, After your will, have crossd the sea ; attending
Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships :
And, leaving so his service, follow you,
So please you entertain rae.
Ay, good youth ;
The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us
Find out the prettiest daizied plot we can,
And make him with our pikes and partizans
A grave: Come, arm him.-Boy, he is preferr'd
| By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd, Luc,
This forwardness As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes :