From whofe so many weights of baseness cannot A dram of worth be drawn, Pif. Alas, my lord, How can fhe be with him? When was the mifs'd? Clot. Where is fhe, fir? Come nearer ; I No further halting: fatisfy me home, Pif, O, my all-worthy lord! Clot. All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word,No more of worthy lord,- This paper is the history of my knowledge Clot. Let's fee't:-I will purfue her Even to Auguftus' throne-'Or this, or perish. Pif. [Afide.] 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. O, Imogen, Safe may'st thou wander, fafe return again! Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true? Pif Sir, as I think. [Afide. Clot. It is Pofthumus' hand; I know't.-Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me true fervice; undergo those employments, wherein I fhould have cause to use thee, with a serious industry,—that is, what villainy fo balting:]-fhuffling, prevaricating. *Or this, or perif.]-Give me the paper, or thou diest. e'er 1 e'er I bid thee do, to perform it directly and truly;-I would think thee an honeft man: thou fhould'st 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 stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Pofthumus, thou can'st not in the course 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, Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy poffeffion? Pis. 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, hither let it be thy firft fervice; go. Pif. I fhall, my lord. fetch that fuit [Exit. I forgot to ask Clot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven: him one thing; I'll remember't anon thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee.—I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, (the bitternefs of it I now belch from my heart) that she 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 shall fhe fee my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. 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 clothes that the fo prais'd) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despis'd me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. Re Re-enter Pifanio, with the clothes. Be thofe the garments ? Pif. Ay, my noble lord. Clot. How long is't fince fhe went to Milford-Haven? Pif. 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 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 false, which I will never be, To him that is most true.-To Milford go, And find not her whom thou purfu'ft. Flow, flow, You heavenly bleffings, on her! This fool's speed: Be croft with flowness; labour be his meed! SCENE VI. The Foreft and Cave.. Enter Imogen, in boy's clothes. Imo. I fee, a man's life is a tedious one: folk lye, [Exit. Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me, A punish A punishment, or trial? Yes: no wonder, Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord! At point to fink for food.-But what is this? t If any thing that's civil, fpeak; if favage, "Take, or lend.-Ho!-No answer? then I'll enter. Beft draw my fword; and if mine enemy But fear the fword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. [She goes into the cave. Enter Belarias, 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 fervant; 'tis our match: The sweat of induftry would dry, and die, But for the end it works to. Come; our ftomachs t Guid. I am throughly weary. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet ftrong in appetite. any thing that's civil,]-any human creature. Take, or lend.]-Either take me for food, or yield me fome-take my life, or lend me your affiftance. match:]-bargain. woodman,]-fportsman. Guid. There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll brouze on that, Whilft what we have kill'd be cook'd. Bel. Stay; come not in : But that it eats our victuals, I fhould think Here were a fairy. Guid. What's the matter, fir? Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon !-Behold divineness No elder than a boy! Enter Imogen. Imo. Good mafters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought [Looking in. To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: Good troth, I have ftolen nought; nor would not, though I had found Gold ftrew'd o' the floor. Here's money for my meat; I would have left it on the board, fo foon As I had made my meal; and parted 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 are 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, fir: I have a kinfman, who Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; Το |