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Pisanio. Well, my good lord. Cloten. Wilt thou serve me 3 Pisanio. Sir, I will. Cloten. Give me thy hand, here’s my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pisanio. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistreSS. - - - - - ox. --" - - - `. Cloten. The first service thou dost me, fetch that | suit hither; let it be thy first service; go. Pisanio. I shall, my lord...: ; (Erit Pisan Io. Cloten. Meet thee at Milford Haven:-Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee.--I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person. With that suit upon my back, will I first kill him, and in her eyes: He on the ground, my speech of in| sultment ended on his dead body, when my appetite hath dined, to the court I’ll foot her home againMy revenge is now at Milford:—"Would I had wings to follow it ! - [Exit,
The Forest and Cave.
Enter IMogen, in Boy's Clothes.
Imog. I see, a man's life is a tedious one :
When from the mountain top Pisanio show'd thee,
Two beggars told me,
My dear lord
JEnter BELARIUs, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUs.
Bel. You, Polydore, have proved best woodman, and Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, Will play the cook, and servant: . Come, our stomachs Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard.—Now, peace be here, Poor house, that keep'st thyself! [Goes towards the Cave. Guid. I am throughly weary. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Guid. There’s cold meat i'the cave; we ll browse on that Whilst what we have kill’d be cook’d.
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Bel. Stay; come not in :-
Guid. What’s the matter, sir?
Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon!—Behold divineness No elder than a boy!
Imog. 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 thy meat:
Arv. Money, youth 2
Guid. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt :
Imog. I see, you are angry;
Bel. Whither bound 2
Imog. To Milford Haven, sir.
Bel. What is your name 2
Imog. Fidele, sir; I have a kinsman, who
Bel. 'Prythee, fair youth,