Outfells them all : I love her therefore ;-but
Disdaining me, and throwing favours on
The low Pofthuinus, 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 revengd upon her. For when fools
Shall-

S. CE N E VI.

Enter Pifanio. Who is here? what! are you packing, Grrah? Gome hither. Ah! you precious pander, villain, Where is thy lady? In a word, or else Thou’rt straightway with the fiends.

[Drawing his sword. Pis. Oh, my good Lord !

Clot. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, I:will not ask again. Close villain, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Thy heart to find it. Is the with Posthumus? From whose so many weights of baleness cannot A dram of worth be drawn.

Pif. Alas, my Lord, How can she be with him? when was she miss'd? He is in Rome.'

Clot. Where is she, Sir ? Come nearer;: No further halting. Satisfy me home What is become of her.?

Pis. 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 silence on the instant is.
Thy condemnation and thy death.

Pil. Then, Sir,
This paper is the history of my knowledge
Touching her tight.

Clot. Let's see't; I will pursue her
Even to Augu.tus' throne

Pif. Or this, or perish. She's far enough ; and what he learns by this,

Aside. May prove his travel, not her danger.

Clot. Humh.
*Pif. I'll write to my Lord she's dead.
Oh, Imogen,

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

Clot. It is Posthumus's hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou wouldnt not be a villain, but do me true service, undergo those employments wherein I thould have cause to use thee, with a serious industry; that is, what villainy foe'er I bid thee do, to perform it directly and truly, I would think thee an fionelt man ; thou shouldlt neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy 'preferinent.

Pif. Well, my good Lord.

Clot. Wilt thou serve me? for since patiently and constantly thou haft ftuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou can'ít not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me?

Pis. Sir, I will.

Clot. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy poífellion?

Pis. I have, my Lord, at my lodging, the same fuit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.

Clot. The first service thou dost me, fetch that fuit hither. Let it be thy first service. Go. Pis. I fall, my Lord.

[Exit. Clot. Meet thee, at Milford-haven?

I forgot to ask him one thing ; I'll remember ' anon-Even there, thoy 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 perfon, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back will I ravish her; fint

kill him, and in her eyes. There all she fee my valour, which will then be a torment to her coisrempt. He on the ground, my speech of infultment ended on his dead body; and when iny luft hath dined, which, as I say, 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 despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my Tevenge.

Enter Pisanio, with a suit of cloaths. Be those the garinents ?

Pif. Ay, my noble Lord.

Clot. How long is't since she went to Milfordhaven?

Pil. She can scarce be there yet.

Clot. Bring this apparel to my chamber ; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee. The third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment Shall tender ithelf to thee. My revenge is now af Milford ; 'would I had wings to follow.it! Come, and be true.

[Exit. Pif. Thou bidd'It me to my loss: for true to thee Were to prove false, which I will never be, "To him that is inost true. To Milford, go, And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, You heav'nly bleflings on her! This fool's speed Be cross'd with flowness! labour be his meed! [Exit.

Enter Imogen, in Loy's cloaths.
Imo. I see 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 resolution helps me. Milford,
When from the mouniain top Pisanio fhew'd thee
Thou wast within a ken. O Joye, 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 richones fcarce tell true. To lapse in fullness,
Is forer than to lie for need; and falsehood
Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear Lord!
Thou'rt one o'th'false ones: now I think on thee,
My hunger's gone ; but exm before, I was
At point to sink for food. But what is this?

[Seeing the cave.
Here is a path to it _'tis some savage 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, speak; if favage,
Take or lend * Ho! -No answer? Then I'll
Best draw my sword ; and if mine enemy. (enter.
But fear the sword like me, he'll fcarcely look on't.
Grant such a foe, good Heav'ns !

[She goes into the cave.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Bel. You, Paladour, have prov'd best wood-
Are master of the feast. Cadwal and I
Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match :
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to. Come, our stomachs
Will make what's homely favoury; weariness
Can Inore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the doin pillow hard. Now peace be here,
Poor house, that keep'st thyself!

Guid. I'm thoroughly weary.
Arv. l'in weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.

Gwd. There is cold meat i' th' cave, we'll brouze Whilst what we've kill'd be cook'd. [on that;

Take or lend ; that is, eillier take my life, or lead me your assistance. Revisal. Vol. IX.

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man, and

Bel. Stay, come not in

[Looking im But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy.

Guid. What's the matter, Sir?

Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon. Behold divinenels No elder than a boy.

Enter Imogen. Ino. Good masters, 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 stol'n nought, nor would not, though I'd

found
Gold strew'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-silver rather turn to dirt !
As 'ris no better reckon'd, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.

Imo. I see 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?

ino. Fidele, Sir. I have a kinsman who
Is bound for Italy ; be embark”d at Milford;
To whom being going, almost spent with hungerg.
I'ın fall'n in this offence.

Bel. Prythee, fair youth, Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well ericounter'd! "Šis alınost night; you shall have better chear Ere you depart, and thanks to stay and eat it. -Boys, bid him welcome.

Guid. Were you a woman, youth, 'I should wooe hard but be your grooin in honesty ; I'd bid for you as I'd buy.