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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 :
I have tired 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 show'd thee,
Thou wast within a ken:

Two beggars told me,
I could not miss my way; Will poor folks lie,
That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis
A punishment, or trial 2 Yes: no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true:

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 2
'Tis some savage hold:
I were best 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 hardiness is mother.—Ho!—who's here 2
If any thing that’s civil, speak.
Ho!—No answer 2 then I’ll enter.
Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy
But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
Such a foe, good Heavens ! [She goes into the Cave.


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.


Bel. Stay; come not 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 earthly paragon!—Behold divineness No elder than a boy!

Enter IMogen.

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:
I would have left it on the board, so soon
As I had made my meal; and parted
With prayers for the provider.

Arv. Money, youth 2

Guid. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt :
As 'tis no better reckon’d, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.

Imog. I see, you are angry;
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died, had I not made it.

Bel. Whither bound 2

Imog. To Milford Haven, sir.

Bel. What is your name 2

Imog. Fidele, sir; I have a kinsman, who
Is bound for Italy; he embark’d at Milford;
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fallen in this offence.

Bel. 'Prythee, fair youth,
Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds
By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd :
'Tis almost might: you shall have better cheer


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