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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, -y
If brothers — Would it had been so that they /
Had been my father's sons; then had my u$x\cxr>-Aside,
Been less, and so more equal 4'balancingN X
To thee, Postbumus. J

Bel. He wrings at some distress.

Guid. Would I could free't!

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

Bel. Hark, boys. [Whispering;

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 5 'deseringN multitudes,
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, Gods,
I'd change my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus is . sal se.

Bel. It shall be so:
Boys, we'll go drese our hunt. Fair youth, come in j-i
Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we've iupp'd,
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak.

Guid. I pray draw near.

Arv» The night to th' owl, and morn to th' lark, left welcome.' [Exeunt.*

SCENE

(a) 1 less welcome! [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Rome. Enter t<wo Roman Senators, and Tribune:. t Sen. * I ^His is the tenor of the Emperor's writ;

X That since the common men are now inaction
'Gainst the Pannonian< and Dalmatians,
And that the legions now in Gallia, arc

Full

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SCENE VIII.
Cymbeline'j Palace.
Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio.-
Cym. A Gain ; and bring me word how 'tis with her i

"**'A fever with the absence of her son;
Madness, of which her life's in danger; heav'ns!
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone! my Queen
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time
When fearful wars point at me! her son gone,
So needful for this present! it strikes me, past
The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure, and
Dost seem so ignorant, we'll force it from thee
By a lharp torture.

Pis. Sir, my life is yours,
I set it at your will: but for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech f ' you,v
Hold me your loyal servant.
Lard. Good my Liege,

JVf 2

Full weak to undertake our war against
The fall'n off Britons t that we'do incite
The gentry to this business. He creates
Lucius Pro-consul: and to you the Tribunes
For this immediate levy, he commands
His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar'

Tri. Is Lucius Gen'ral of the forces i

2 Sen. Ay.

Tri. Remaining now in (Sallia?

I Sen. With those legions
Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy y ,
Must be suppliant : the words of your commission
Will tie you to the numbers and the time
Of their dispatch.

Tri. We will discharge our duty. ££x«w»A < your highness

The

The day that she was missing, he was here;
I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Clotent
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
7' HeN will no doubt be found.

Cym. The time is troublesome;
"We'll slip you for a seafon, but our jealousifc
Do's yet depend.

Lori. So please your Majesty,
The Roman legions all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coast, with large supply
Of Roman Gentlemen, by th' Senate sent.

Cymb. Now for the counsel of my son and Queen:
I am amaz'd with matter.

Lord. Good my Liege,
Your preparation can affront no less
Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're
ready;

The want is, but to put these powers in motion,
That long to move.

Cym. I thank you; let's withdraw
And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us, but
We grieve at chances here. * 'Come, let's away.N

[Exeunt Cymbeline and Lords.

Pis. '9 I've had N no letter from my master, since I wrote him Imogen was slain. 'Tis strange; Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings. Neither know I What is betid to Cloten, but remain Perplext in all. The heavens still must work; Wherein I'm false, I'm honest; "not true, true.N These present wars shall find I love my country, Ev'n to the note o'th* King, or I'll fall in them i All other doubts, by time let them beclearM; Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd. £ExU.

. ACT

7 And 8 Away. 9 I hear* ■ not true, to be true ACT IV. SCENE I.

IAm near to th' place where they should meet, if Pisarrio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his garments serve me! why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather, (saving reverence of the word,) because 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman; I dare speak it to my self, for it is no vainglory for a man and his glass to conser in his own chamber; I mean, the lines of roy body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions; yet this 1 'ill-perseverantN thing loves him in my despight. What mortality is! Postbumus, thy head which is now growing upon thy moulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistrese enfore'd, thy garments cut to pieces before 1 'herN face; and all this done, 4 'I'll spurnN her home to her fa

rough usage; but my mother having power of his testinese, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is ty'd up fase: out, sword, and to a sore purpose! fortune put them into my hand! this is the very description of their meeting-place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit.

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The Forest.

Enter Cloten alone.

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SCENE IT.

7&<? Front of the Cave.

Enter Bellarius, Guidcrius, Arviragus, and Imogen, from the Cave.

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

Arv. Brother, stay here: Are we not brothers?

Imo. So man and man mould be, But clay and clay dissers in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I'm very sick.

Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.

Imo. So sick I am not, yet I am not well,
But not so citizen a wanton, as
To seem co die, ere sick: so please you, leave me,
Stick to your journal course; the breach of custom,
Is breach of all. I'm ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me. Society is no comfort
To one not sociable: I'm not very sick,
Since I can reason oft. Pray you trust me here,
I'll rob none but my self, and let me die .'
Stealing so poorly.

Guid. I love thee: I have spoke it;
How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my father.

Bel. What? how? how?

Arv. If it be sin to fay so, Sir, I yoak roe
In my good brother's fault: I know not why
I love this youth, and I have heard you fay,
Love reasons without reason. The bier at door,
And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say
My father•, not ihis youtb.

Bel. Oh noble strain!

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