Thou'rt ftraightway with the fiends.

Pif. Oh my good Lord!

[Drawing his fword.

Clot. Where is thy Lady? or, by Jupiter,

I will not ask again. Clofe villain,

I'll have this fecret from thy heart, or rip
Thy heart to find it. Is the with Posthumus?
From whofe fo many weights of baseness cannot
A dram of worth be drawn.

Pif Alas, my Lord,

How can fhe be with him? when was fhe mifs'd?
He is in Rome.

Clot. Where is the, Sir? come nearer;

No farther halting; fatisfy me home

What is become of her.

Pif. Oh, my all-worthy Lord!
Clot. All-worthy villain!

Discover where thy mistress is, at once,
At the next word; no more of worthy Lord.
Speak, or thy filence on the inftant is
Thy condemnation and thy death.

Pif. Then, Sir,

This paper is the hiftory of my knowledge
Touching her flight.

Clot. Let's fee't; I will purfue her
Ev'n to Auguftus' throne.

Pif. Or this, or perish..

She's far enough; and what he learns by this,
May prove his travel, not her danger.

Clot. Humh.

Pif. I'll write to my Lord fhe's dead, Oh,

Safe

Imogen,

may'ft thou wander, fafe return again! Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true?

Pif. Sir, as I think.

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Afide.

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Afide.

Clot. It is Pofthumus's hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou would'nt not be a villain, but do me true fervice; undergo thofe employments wherein I fhould have caufe to use thee, with a ferious induitry; that is, what villany foe'er I bid thee do, to perform it directly and truly; I would think thee an honeft man; thou shouldst VOL. VII. T

neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment.

Pif. Well, my good Lord.

Clot. Wilt thou ferve me? for fince patiently and conftantly thou haft stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Pofthumus, thou canst not in the courfe of gra titude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou

Serve me?

Pif. Sir, I will.

Clot. Give me thy hand, here's my purfe. Haft any of thy late malter's garments in thy poffeffion?

Pif. I have, my Lord, at my lodging the fame fuit he wore when he took leave of my Lady and mistress. Clot. The first fervice thou doft me, fetch that suit hither; let it be thy firft fervice, go.

Pis. I fhall, my Lord.

[Exit. (I forgot to

Clot. Meet thee at Milford-haven? ask him one thing, I'll remember't anon), even there, thou villain Pofthumus, will I kill thee, 1 would thefe garments were come! She faid upon a time, (the bitternefs of it I now belch from my heart), that the held the very garment of Pofthumus in more refpect than my noble and natural perfon, together with the adornment of my qualities.. With that fuit upon my back will I ravish her; first kill him, and in her eyes.

(there fhall fhe fee my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt). He on the ground, my fpeech of infultment ended on his dead body;-and when my luft hath dined, (which, as I fay, to vex her, I will execute in the cloaths that she so prais'd), to the court I'll kick her back, foot her home again. She hath defpifed me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. Enter Pifanio with a fuit of cloaths.

Be thofe the garments?

Pif. Ay, my Noble Lord.

Clot. How long is't fince fhe went to Milford-haven? Pif. She can fcarce be there yet.

Clet, Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the fecond thing that I have commanded thee.

The third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my defign. Be but duteous, and true preferment fhall tender itfelf

to thee,
wings to follow it! come and be true.

My revenge is now at Milford, 'would I had

[Exit.

Pif. Thou bidd'ft me to my lofs: for true to thee,
Were to prove false; which i will never be
To her that is most true. To Milford go,

And find not her whom thou purfu'ft. Flow, flow,
You heav'nly bleffings, on her! this fool's speed
Be cross'd with flownefs; labour be his meed! [Exit.
SCENE VII. Changes to the foreft and cave.
Enter Imogen in boys cloaths.

Imo. I fee a man's life is a tedious one:
I've tir'd myself; and for two nights together
Have made the ground my bed. "Ifhould be fick,
"But that my refolution helps me.

Milford,

"When from the mountain-top Pifanio fhew'd thee,"Thou waft within a ken.- O Jove, I think "Foundations fly the wretched; fuch, I mean, "Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me "I could not mifs my way. Will poor folks lie, "That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis "A punishment or trial? yes; no wonder,

"When rich ones fcarce tell true. To lapfe in fulness, "Is forer than to lye for need; and falfehood

"Is worfe in Kings than beggars. My dear Lord!" "Thou'rt one o' th' falfe ones; now I think on thee, My hunger's gone; but ev'n before, I was At point to fink for food. But what is this?

[Seeing the cave, Here is a path to't'is fome favage hold; 'I'were beft not call; I dare not call; yet famine, Ere it clean o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.

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Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever "Of hardiness is mother. Ho! who's here? If any thing that's civil, fpeak; if favage, Take 'or't end tho! no anfwer? then I'll enter. Beft draw my fword; and if mine enemy

But fear the fword like me, he'll fcarcely look on't, Grant fuch a foe, good Heav'ns! [She goes into the cave.

civil, for human creature.

†ie. take my life ere famine end it.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Bel. You, Paladour, have prov'd best woodman, and Are master of the feaft; Cadwal and I

Will play the cook and fervant; 'tis our match
The fweat of industry would dry, and die,
But for the end it works to. Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely favoury; Weariness
Can fnore upon the flint, when resty sloth

Finds the down pillow hard. Now, peace be here,
Poor house, that keep'st thyself!

Guid. I'm thoroughly weary.

Arv. I'm weak with toil, yet ftrong in appetite. Guid. There is cold meat i' th' cave, we'll brouze on Whilft what we've kill'd be cook'd.

Bel. Stay, come not in

[that,

[Looking in.

"But that it eats our victuals, I should think

"It were a Fairy

Guid. 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 mafters, harm me not; "Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought "T'have begg'd, or bought, what I have tock: good troth,

"I have ftoln nought, nor would not, though I'd found "Gold ftrew'd o'th' floor. Here's money for my meat; "I would have left it on the board, so foon "As I had made my meal; and parted thence

With prayers for the provider.

Guid. Money, youth?

Arv."All gold and filver rather turn to dirt?

"As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those

"Who worship dirty gods.

Imo. I fee you're angry:

"Know, if you kill me for my fault, I fhould "Have dy'd, had I not made it,

Bel. Whither bound?

Imo. To Milford-haven,

Bel. What's your name?

Imo. Fidele, Sir; I have a kinfman who
Is bound for Italy: he imbarks at Milford;

To whom being going, almoft fpeat with hunger,
I'm fall'n in this offence.

Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth,

Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds
By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!!
'Tis almoft night, you fhall have better cheer
Ere you depart, and thanks to stay and eat it,
Boys, bid him welcome.

Guid. Were you a woman, youth,

I fhould woe hard, but be your groom in honefty;
I'd bid for you as I would buy.

Arv. I'll make't my comfort,

He is a man I'll love him as my brother;

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And fuch a welcome as I'd give to him,

After long abfence, fuch is your's. Moft welcome!
Be fprightly, for you fall 'mongft friends.

Imo. 'Mongt friends,

If brothers. Would it had been fo, that they

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Had been my father's fons! than had my price Afide. Been lefs, and fo more equal balancing

To thee, Pofthumus.

Bel. He wrings at fome diftrefs.

Guid. 'Would I could free't!

Ars. Or I, whate'er it be,

What pain it coaft, what danger, gods ! '

Bel. Hark, boys...

Imo. Great men,

That had a court no bigger that this cave,

[Whispering

That did attend themfelves, and had the virtue
Which their own confcience feal'd them, laying by

That nothing-gift of deferring multitudes,

Could not outpeer thele twain.Pardon me, gods!! I'd change my fex to be companion with them,

Since Leonatus is falfe..

Bel. It fhall be fo:

Boys, we'll go drefs our hunt. Fair youth, come in;; Difcourfe is heavy fafting; when we've fupp'd,

We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,

So far as thou wilt fpeak,