Aro. I'll make't my comfort

He is a man, l'll love him as my brother;
And fuch a welcome as I'd give to him,

After long abfence, fuch is yours. Most welcome! Be fprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.

Imo. 'Mong't friends?

If brothers, would it had been fo, that they
Had been my father's fons! then had my Afide
prize

Been lefs, and fo more equal ballasting
To thee, Pofthumus.

Bel. He wrings at fome diftrefs.
Guid. 'Would I could free 't!
Arv. Or I, whate'er it be,

What pain it cost, what danger.

Gods!

[Whispering.

Bel. Hark, boys.

Imo. Great men,

That had a court no bigger than t'a's cave,
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
Which their own confcience feal'd them, laying by
That nothing-gift of differing multitudes +,

Could not out-peer 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 dress 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 it.

Guid. I pray, draw near.

Aro. The night to th' owl, and morn to th' lark,

less welcome!

Imo. Thanks, Sir.

Arv. I pray, draw near.

[Exeunt.

*The fenfe is, Then had the prize thou haft ma ftered in me been lefs, and not have funk thee, as I have done, by overloading thee. Revifal.

The nothing-gift which the multitude are fuppofed to beftow, is glory, reputation; which is a prefent of little value from their hands, as they are neither unani mous in giving it, nor conftant in continuing it. Revijal.

Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes.

1 Sen. This is the tenor of the Emperor's writ; That fince the common men are now in action Gainst the Panonians and Dalmatians, And that the legions now in Gallia are Full weak to undertake our wars against The fall'n-off Britons, that we do incite The gentry to this bufinefs. He creates Lucius Proconful; and to you, the Tribunes, For this immediate levy, he commands His abfolute commiffion. Long live Cæfar! Tri. Is Lucids gen'ral of the forces? 2 Sen. Ay.

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?

Sen. With thofe legions

Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be fuppliant: the words of your commiffon Will tie you to the numbers and the time

Of their dispatch.

Tri. We will difcharge our duty.

1

ACT IV.

[Exeunts

SCENE L

The Foreft in Wales..

Enter Cloten alone,

I a Pifano have mapp'd it truly.
Am near to th' place where they fhould meet,

How fit his

garments ferve me! why fhould his miftrefs, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather, faving reverence of the word, becaufe, 'tis faid, a woman's fitness comes by fits... Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to anyself, (for it is not vain-glory for a man and

his glafs to confer; in his own chamber I mean), the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no lefs young, more ftrong, not beneath him in for tunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike converfant in general fervices, and more remarkable in fingle oppofitions; yet this ill-perfeverant thing loves him in my defpight. What mortality is! Pofthumus, thy head, which is now growing upon thy fhoulders, fhall within this hour be off, thy mittress enforc'd, thy garments cut to pieces before her face; and all this done, fpurn her home to her father, who may, haply, be a little angry for my fo rough ufage; but my mother, having power of his teftinefs, thall turn all into my commendations My horfe is ty'd up safe. Out, fword, and to a fore purpose! Fortune put them into my hand. This is the very defcription of their meeting-place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit.

S. CEN E II.

Changes to the Front of the Cave.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus and Imogen,, from the Cave,

Bel. You are not well; remain here in the cave: We'll come t' you after hunting.

Arv. Brother, ftay here.

Are we not brothers?

So man and man fhould be;

But clay and clay differs in dignity,

[To Imogen.

Whose duft is both alike. I'm very fick.

Guid Co you to hunting, I'll abide with him.
Imo. So fick I am not, yet I am not well;

But not fo citizen a wanton, as

To feem to die ere fick: fo please you, leave me ;
Stick to your journal course; the breach of custom
Is breach of all I'm ill, but your being by mc
Cannot amend me. Society is no comfort
To one not fociable, I'm not very fick,

Since I can reafon of it. Pray you, trust me here, I'll rob none but myself, and let me die,

Ste a ing fo poorly.

Guid I love thee, I have fpoke it;: How much

the quantity, the weight as much, 1

As I do love my father.

Bel What? how? how?

Arv. If it be fin to say so, Sir, I yoke me In my good brother's fault ;-I know not why I love this youth, and I have heard you say, Love's reafon's without reafon. The bier at door, And a demand who is't fhall die, I'd fay,' "My father, not this youth."

Bel. O noble strain !

worthiness of nature, breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and bafe things fire the

bafe:

Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and graces I'm not their father: yet who this should be,. Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me !

'Tis the ninth hour.o' th' morn

Arv. Brother, farewell.

Imo. I wish ye sport.

Arv. You health-So pleafe you, Sir.

Imo. afide.] Thefe are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I've heard!

Our courtiers fay, all's favage but at court:
Experience, oh, thou difprov'ft report.,

Th' imperious feas breed monfters; for the diff,
Poor tributary rivers, as fweet fish.

I am fick still, heart-fick.

Pifanio,

Pll now tafte of thy drug. [Drinks out of the phial.
Guid. I could not ftir him t

He said he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Difhoneftly afflicted, but vet honeft.

Aro Thus did he answer me; yet faid, hereafter›

I might know more.

Bel. To th' field, to th' field.

We'll leave you for this time; go in and reft.

As much the quantity, &c. Revifal.

Not move him to tell his story, Johnson, ind

Ary. We'll not be long away.
Bel. Pray, be not fick,

For you must be our housewife.

Imo. Well or ill

I am bound to you.

Bel. And fhalt be ever!

[Exit Imogen to the caves.

This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears to have had

Good ancestors.

Ary. How angel-like he fings!

Guid. But his neat cookery!

Arv. He cut our roots in characters; And fauc'd our broth as Juno had been sick, And he her dieter..

Arv. Nobly he yokes

A fmiling with a figh, as if the figh
Was that it was, for not being fuch a fmile,,
The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From fo divine a temple, to commix

With winds that failors rail at.

Guid. I do note

That grief and patience, rooted in him both,.
Mingle their spurs

**

together.

Aro. Grow, patience!

And let the ftinking elder †, grief, untwine
His perifhing root, with the increasing vine !
Bel. It is great morning, Come; away. Who's
there?

Clot. I cannot find these runagates: that villain Hath mock'd me.—I am faint,

Bel. Those runagates!

Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis
Cloten, the son o' th' Queen. I fear fome ambush.

Spurs, an old word for the fibres of a tree. Pope, Let the ftinking elder, [grief], entwine his root with that of the vine, [patience], and in the end patience must out-grow-grief. This I take to be the fenfe, and that therefore we should read entwine. Hawkins...