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And that the legions now in Gallia are
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ?
i Sen. With those legions
Tri. We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt.
SCENE 1.--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 vain-glory, for a man and bis 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 bim in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of 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! Posthumus, 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 her home to ber 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 bot deceive me.
SCENE II.-Before the cave.
Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS,
ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGÉN. Bel. You are not well : [To 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 : But not so citizen a wanton, as To seem to die, ere sick : So please you, leave me; Stick to your journal course : the breach of custom
Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me
Gui. I love thee; I have spoke it:
Bel. What? how? how?
Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
[ Aside. O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness ! Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. I am not their father; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn.
Arv. Brother, farewell.
what lies I have heard !
Gui. I could not stir him :
Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter 'I might know more.
Bel. To the field, to the field :-
Aro. We'll not be long away.
Bel. Pray, be not sick,
Imo. Well, or ill,
Bel. And so shalt be ever. (Erit Imogen This youth, howe'er distress’d, appears he hath had Good ancestors.
Arr. How angel-like he sings!
Arv. Nobly be yokes
Gui. I do note,
Arv. Grow, patience!
Bel. Those runagates!
Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush.
Gui. He is but one: You and my brother search
Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus.
Gui. A thing
Clo. Thou art a robber,
Clo. Thou villain base,
Gui. No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Clo. Thou precious varlet,
Gui. Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; I am loath to beat thee.
Clo. Thou injurious thief,
Gui. What's thy name?