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Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession?
Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore, when he took leave of my lady and mistress.
Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go. Pis. I sball; my lord.
[Exit. Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven: I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon:-Even there thou villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee.--I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) 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 ber eyes; there shalt she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on bis dead body, and when my lust bath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised,) to the court P'll knock her back, foot ber home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.
Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes.
Pis. Ay, my noble lord.
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 he true.
[Exit. Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss : for, true to
thee, Were to prove false, wbich 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!
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 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. 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 dare not call: yet famivę, Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever
. Such a foe, good heavens! [She goes into the cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman,
Gui. I am thoroughly weary.
(Looking in. 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 my meat :
I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had
Gui. Money, youth?
Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt !
Imo. I see, you are angry:
you kill me for my fault, I should Have died, had I not made it.
Bel. Whither bound?
Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who
Bel. Pr’ythee, fair youth,
Gui. Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard, but be your groom.---In honesty, I bid for you, as I'd buy.
Arv. I'll make't my comfort, He is a man; I'll love him as my brotherm And such a welcome as I'd give to him, After long absence, such as yours :—Most welcome! Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
Imo. 'Mongst friends!
If brothers ?-?Would it had been so,
Bel. He wrings at some distress.
Arv, Or I; whate'er it be,
Bel. It shall be so:
Gui. Pray, draw near.
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 ;