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Outfells them all : I love her therefore ;-but
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 !
Pil. Then, Sir,
Clot. Let's see't; I will pursue her
Pif. Or this, or perish. She's far enough ; and what he learns by this,
Aside. May prove his travel, not her danger.
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.
Foundations fly the wretched; such I mean,
[Seeing the cave.
[She goes into the cave.
Guid. I'm thoroughly weary.
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.
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
Arv. All gold and-silver rather turn to dirt !
Imo. I see you're angry :
Bel. Whither bound ?
ino. Fidele, Sir. I have a kinsman who
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.