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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 rayish 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 of 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 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.

676 Re-enter PISANIO, with the Clothes. Be those the garments ?

Pis. Ay, my noble lord.

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

Pis. 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 itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford ; Would I had wings to follow it!-Come, and be true.

Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss : for, true to thee,
Were to provę false, which I will never be,
To him that is most true.--To Milford go, 690


And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Be crost with slowness; labour be his meed! [Exit.


The Forest and Cave. Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes.

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Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me.-Milford, When from the mountain top Pisanio shew'd thee, Thou wast within a ken: 0 Jove, I think, Foundations fly the wretched : such, I mean,

700 Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told

me, I could not miss my way: Will poor folk lie, That have amfictions on them; knowing 'tis A punishment, or trial ? Yes : no wonder, When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in fullness 'Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood Is worse in kings, than beggars.--My dear lord ! Thou art one o' the false ones: Now I think on thee, My hunger's gone; but even before, I was At point-to sink for food.-But what is this? 710 Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage

hold: I were best not call; I dare not call : yet famine, Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valianto :


Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother.-Họ! who's here?
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.



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: The sweat of industry would dry, and die, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth. Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be here, Poor house, that keep'st thyself! Guid. I am throughly weary.

790 Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Guid. 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.

Guid. What's the matter, sir?
Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,


An earthly paragon ! - Behold divineness
No elder than a boy!

Imo. 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 With prayers for the provider,

Guid. Money, youth ?

Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! 750
As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Who worship dirty god

Imo. I see, 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 is your name?

Imo. Fidele, sir : I have a kinsman, who
Is bound for Italy ; he embark'd at Milford ; 760
To whom being going, almost-spent with hunger,
I am fallen in this offence.

Bel. Prythee, fair youth,
Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds


By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!
'Tis almost night : you shall have better cheer
Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.
Boys, bid him welcome.

Guid. Were you a woman, youth,
I should woo hard, but be your groom. In honesty
I bid for you, as I'd buy.

771 Aru. I'll mak't my comfort, He is a man; l'll love him as my brother :And such a welcome as I'd give to him, After long absence, such is your's:-Most welcome! Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.

Imo. 'Mongst friends! If brothers ?-'Would it had been so, that they

>[ Aside. Had been my father's sons! then had my prize Been less; and so more equal ballasting To thee, Posthumus. Bel. He wrings at some distress.

782 Guid. 'Would, I could free't !

Arv. Or I; whate'er it be,
What pain it cost, what danger! Gods !
Bel. Hark, boys.

Imo. Great men,
That had a court no bigger than this cave,
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
Which their own conscience seal'd them (laying by
That nothing gift of differing multitudes), 791
Could not out-peer these twain.

Pardon me, gods! I'd change my sex to be companion with them,


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