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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.
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.
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
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: 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?
An earthly paragon ! - Behold divineness
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
Imo. I see, you are angry:
Bel. Whither bound?
Imo. Fidele, sir : I have a kinsman, who
Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth,
By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!
Guid. Were you a woman, youth,
Imo. 'Mongst friends!
789 Guid. 'Would, I could free't !
Aru. Or I; whate'er it be,