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I am soldier too, and will abide it with
Pisanio. Well, madam, we must take a short fare-
Imog. Amen! I thank thee. [Exeunt.
ACT THE FOURTH.
Cloten. I love, and hate her: for she's fair and royal, I love her; but,
Disdaining me, and throwing favours on
Who is here?
Ah, you precious pander! Villain,
Pisanio. O, good my lord!
Cloten. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter,
Pisanio. Alas, my lord,
Cloten. Where is she, sir?
Pisanio. O, my all-worthy lord!
Cloten. All-worthy villain!
Pisanio. Then, sir,
Cloten. Let's see't:—I will pursue her
Pisanio. [Aside.] Or this, or perish.
Cloten. Sirrah, is this letter true?
Pisanio. Sir, as I think.
Cloten. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.—Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me true service,—that is, what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,—I would think thee an honest man: thou shouldst neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment.
Pisanio. Well, my good lord.
Cloten. Wilt thou serve me?
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.
Cloten. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go.
Pisanio. I shall, my lord. [Exit Pisanio.
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 insultment ended on his dead body, when my appetite hath din'd, to the court I'll foot her home again.— My revenge is now at Milford:—'Would I had wings to follow it! [Exit.
The Forest and Cave.
Enter Imogen, in Boys ClothesImog. 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 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 ? Yes :, no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true: f '->I'.
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?
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?
If any thing that's civil, speak.
Ho !—No answer? 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
Enter Belarius, Gi/iderius, and Arviragus.
Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman,
Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness
[Goes towards the Cave.
Guid. I am throughly weary.
An. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.
Guid. There's cold meat i'the cave; we'll browse on that, ( ..... > i
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
Bel. Stay; come not in:—
Guid. What's the matter, sir ?
Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, i .
An earthly paragon !—Behold divineness
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, ..j,... ..., ,,. , ,
I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had
found i .
Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here's money for thy meat:
Arv. Money, youth >
Guid. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
Imog. I see, you are angry;
Bel. Whither bound i
Imog, To Milford Haven, sir.
Bel. What is your name?
Imog. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who
Bel. 'Prithee, fair youth, . a 'u.. • ,. . 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