Outfells them all: I love her therefore ;-but
Difdaining me, and throwing favours on
The low Pofthumus, flanders fo her judgment,
That what's elle rare, is choak'd; and in that point
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,

To be reveng'd upon her. For when fools
Shall-

Who is here? what! are you packing, firrah? Gome hither. Ah! you precious pander, villain, Where is thy lady? In a word, or else

Thou'rt straightway with the fiends.

Pif. Oh, my good Lord!

[Drawing his fwords.

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 Pofthumus?
From whole 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 miss'd? He is in Rome.

Clot. Where is fhe, Sir? Come nearer;
No further halting. Satisfy 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
Even to Augulus' 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, Imogen,

Safe may'st thou wander, fafe return again.
Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true?
Pif. Sir, as I think.

Afide.

Afide.

Clot. It is Pofthumus's hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me true fervice, undergo thofe employments wherein I fhould have caufe to ule thee, with a ferious induftry; that is, what villainy foe'er I bid thee do, to perform it directly and truly, I would think thee an honest man; thou fhouldft 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 ftuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Pofthumus, thou can't not in the courfe of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou ferve me?

Pif. Sir, I will.

Clot. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Haft any of thy late master'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 fuit hither. Let it be thy first service. Go. Pif. I fhall, my Lord. [Exit. Clot. Meet thee at Milford-haven?I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember " anon-Even there, thou villain Pofthumus, will I kill thee. I would thefe garments were come. She faid upon a time, the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart, that he 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 con tempt. 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 the fo prais'd, to the court I'll knock 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 he went to Milfordhaven?

Pif. She can fcarce be there yet.

Clot. 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 itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford; 'would I had wings to follow it! Come, and be true. [Exit. Pif. Thou bidd'ft me to my lofs: for true to thee Were to prove falfe, which I will never be, To him that is most true. To Milford go, And find not her whom thou pursu'ft. Flow, flow, You heav'nly bleflings on her! This fool's fpeed Be crois'd with flownefs! labour be his meed! [Exit.

Changes to the Foreft and Cave.

Enter Imogen, in loy's 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. I fhould be fick, But that my refolution helps me. Milford, When from the mountain top Pifanio fhew'd thee, Thou waft within a ken. O Joye, I think

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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 fullnefs,
Is forer than to lie for need; and falsehood

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 even before, I was
At point to fink for food. But what is this?

[Seeing the cave.
Here is a path to it- tis fome favage hold;
It were best not call; I dare not call; yet famine,
Ere clean it o'er-throw nature, makes it valiant.
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 lend *., Ho!No anfwer? Then I'll Beft draw my fword; and if mine enemy [enter. But fear the fword like me, he'll fcarcely look on't. Grant fuch a foe, good Heav'ns!

[She goes into the cave.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Bel. You, Paladour, have prov'd beft woodman, and

Are mafter 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 ftomachs
Will make what's homely favoury; wearinefs
Can inore upon the flint, when refty floth,

Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here,
Poor houfe, 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 Whilft what we've kill'd be cook'd. [on that,

Take or lend; that is, either take my life, or lend me your affiftance. Revifal.

Bel. Stay, come not în

[Looking in

But that it eats our victuals, I fhould think
Here were a fairy.

Guid. What's the matter, Sir?

Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon. Behold divinenefs 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 took: good troth,

I have ftol'n nought, nor would not, though I'd found

Gold ftrew'd i' 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 hence
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 should
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 whoIs bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; To whom being going, almost spent 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 chear
Ere you depart, and thanks to stay and eat it.
-Boys, bid him welcome.

Guid. Were you a woman, youth,

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