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An earthly paragon !--Behold divineness
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
Aru. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt !
Imo. I see, you are angry:
Bel. Whither bound ?
Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who
Bel. Prythee, fair youth,
Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.-
Gui. Were you a woman, youth,
Aro. I'll make't my comfort,
Imo. 'Mongst friends!
Aside. prize Been less; and so more equal ballasting To thee, Posthumus.
Bel. He wrings at some distress.
Ary. Or I; whate'er it be,
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,
Enter two Senators and Tribunes.
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ?
i Sen. With those legions
SCENE I.- The Forest, near the Cave.
Enter CLOTEN. 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 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 chamber, I mean,) the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions : yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is ! Posthuinus, thy head, which now 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 ber 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.
SCENE II.- Before the Cave.
Enter, from the Cave, BelARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVI
RAGUS, and IMOGEN. Bel. You are not well: [T. IMOGEN.] remain here
in the cave; We'll come to you after hunting. Arv. Brother, stay here:
[To IMOGEN, Are we not brothers ?
Imo. So man and man should be ;
Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.
Imo. So sick I am not;-yet I am not well:
Gui. I love thee; I have spoke it:
Bel. What? how ? how ?