At point to sink for food.—But what is this?
Here is a path to it: 'Tis fome favage hold :
I were beft not call; I dare not call: yet famine,
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever
Of hardinefs is mother.-Ho! who's here?

If any thing that's civil, fpeak; if favage,
Take, or lend.-Ho!-No anfwer? then I'll enter.
Beft draw my fword; and if mine enemy
But fear the fword 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 mafter of the feaft: Cadwal, and I,

Will play the cook, and fervant; 'tis our match :
The sweat of industry would dry, and die,

But for the end it works to. Come; our ftomachs
Will make what's homely, favoury: Weariness
Can fnore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.--Now, peace be here,
Poor house, that keep'it thyself!

Gui.

I am throughly weary. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Gui. 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:

[Looking in.

But that it eats our victuals, I fhould think

Here were a fairy.

Gui.

What's the matter,

fir?

An

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

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.

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.

Imo.

I fee, 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, fir.

Bel.

Whither bound?

What is your name?

Imo. Fidele, fir: I have a kinfman, who

Įs bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford :
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fallen in this offence.

Bel.

Pr'ythee, 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, tô stay and eat it.-
Boys, bid him welcome.

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 fuch a welcome as I'd give to him,

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

Imo.

'Mongst friends!

If brothers?-'Would it had been fo, that they
Had been my father's fons! then had my prize
Been lefs; and fo more equal ballasting

Hark, boys.

What pain it coft, what danger! Gods!

Bel.

Imo. Great men,

That had a court no bigger than this cave,

[Wispering.

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 these twain. Pardon me, gods!
I'd change my fex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus falfe.

Boys, we'll go drefs our hunt. Fair youth, come in :
Difcourfe is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd,
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,

So far as thou wilt speak it.

Gui.

Pray, draw near.

Arv.

Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, less welcome.

Enter two Senators and Tribunes.

Sen. This is the tenor of the emperor's writ;
That fince the common men are now in action
'Gainft the Pannonians and Dalmatians;
And that the legions now in Gallia are
Full weak to undertake our wars against
The fallen-off Britons; that we do incite
The gentry to this business: He creates
Lucius pro-conful: and to you the tribunes,
For this immediate levy, he commands
His abfolute commiffion. Long live Cæfar!
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces?
2 Sen.

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?

I Sen.

Ay.

With thofe legions

Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy

Must be supplyant: The words of your commiffion

Will tie you to the numbers, and the time

Of their despatch.

Tri.

We will discharge our duty.

Exeunt.

ACT

ACT IV. SCENE I.

The Foreft, near the Cave.

Enter CLOTEN.

Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pifanio 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) for 'tis faid, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, (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 fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike converfant in general fervices, and more remarkable in single oppofitions: yet this imperfeverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Pofthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy fhoulders, fhall within this hour be off; thy miftrefs enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face: and all this done, fpurn her home to her father; who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough ' usage: but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horfe is tied up fafe 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.

SCENE