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 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 merry in my revenge. I'll be Re-enter PISANIO, with the Clothes. Be those the garments ? Pis. Ay, my noble lord. 676 Clot. How long is't since she went to MilfordHaven? 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. [Exit. .. 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, 69p And 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. SCENE VI. The Forest and Cave. Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes. 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: O Jove, I think, Foundations fly the wretched: such, I mean, Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me, 700 I could not miss my way: Will poor folk lie, 710 Plenty, Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. 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: 1 721 But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Guid. I am throughly weary. 780 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 An earthly paragon !-Behold divineness No elder than a boy ! Enter IMOGEN. Imo. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought 740 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: As I had made my meal; and parted 1 Guid. 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 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; To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth, 750 Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds H 760 By By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! Guid. 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 mak't my comfort, He is a man; I'll love him as my brother : And such a welcome as I'd give to him, 771 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 Had been my father's sons! then had my prize To thee, Posthumus. 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. Imo. Great men, [Aside. 782 [Whispering. That had a court no bigger than this cave, That did attend themselves, and had the virtue 2 791 Since |