Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthurhus ? Pis. Alas, my lord, How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? He is in Rome. Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting: satisfy me home, Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! Clo. All-worthy villain ! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word,-No more of worthy lord,- Thy condemnation and thy death. She's far enough; and what he learns by this, May prove his travel, not her danger. Clo. [Aside. Humph! Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! [Aside. Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true? Pis. Sir, as I think. Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.-Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry,—that is, what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly, I would think thee an honest man: thou shouldest neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. Pis. Well, my good lord. Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me? Pis. Sir, I will. Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go. Pis. I shall, my lord. [Exit. Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :-I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon :-Even there thou 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 person, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech insultment ended on his dead body,-and when my lust hath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised,) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. Re-enter Pisanio, with the Clothes. Be those the garments? Pis. Ay, my noble lord. Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford-Haven? Pis. She can scarce be there yet. Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee; the third is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute to my design, Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford; 'Would I had wings to follow it !-Come, and be true. [Exit. Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for, true to thee, Were to prove false, which I will never be, To him that is most true.-To Milford go, And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed! [Exit. SCENE VI.-Before the Cave of Belarius. Imogen, in Boy's Clothes. Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: Enter I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in fullness Is worse in kings than beggars.-My dear lord! If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage, Take, or lend.-Ho!-No answer? then I'll enter.. Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. Such a foe, good heavens! [She goes into the cave. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, and Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, Will play the cook, and servant; 'tis our match : But for the end it works too. me; our stomachs Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be here, I am throughly weary. in appetite. Gui. Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll brouze on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. Bel.. Stay; come not in: [Looking in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. 4 Gui. What's the matter, sir? Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon!-Behold divineness Imo. Enter Imogen. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: good troth, I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had found Gold strew'd o'the floor. Here's money for my meat: I would have left it on the board, so soon As I had made my meal; and parted Vol. 6. F With prayers for the provider. Gui. 'Money, youth? Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those. Who worship dirty gods. Ims. I see, you are angry : Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should Have died, had I not made it. Bel. Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir. Bel. Whither bound? What is your name? Imo. Fidele, sir; I have a kinsman, who Bel. Gui. Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty I bid for you, as I'd buy. Arv. I'll make't my comfort, He is a man; I'll love him as my brother: And such a welcome as I'd give to him, After long absence, such is yours:-Most welcome! Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. Imo. 'Mongst friends! If brothers?-Would it had been so, that they |