I'll have this fecret from thy heart, or rip
Thy heart to find it. Is the with Pofthumus?
From whofe fo many weights of baseness cannot
A dram of worth be drawn.

Pif. Alas, my Lord,

How can fhe be with him? when was fhe miss'd? He is in Rome.

Clot. Where is fhe, Sir? come nearer;
No farther halting; fatisfy me home,
What is become of her.

Pif. Oh, my all worthy Lord!
Clot. All-worthy villain!

Discover where thy miftrefs is, at once,
At the next word; no more of worthy Lord.
Speak, or thy filence on the inftant is
Thy condemnation and thy death.
Pif. Then, Sir,

This paper is the history of my knowlege
Touching her flight.

Clot. Let's fee't; I will purfue her

Even to Auguftus' throne.

Pif. Or this, or perish.

She's far enough; and what he learns by this Afide

May prove his travel, not her danger.

Clot. Humh..

Pif. I'll write to my Lord, fhe's dead. Oh,

Imogen,

Safe may'ft thou wander, fafe return again!
Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true ?

Pi Sir, as I think.

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} Afide.

Clot. It is Pofthumus's hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo thofe employments, wherein I fhould have cause to use thee, with a serious industry; that is, what' villainy foe'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.

Pif. Well, my good Lordi

Clot

Clot. Wilt thou ferve me? for fince patiently and conftantly thou haft ftuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Pofthumus, thou canst not in the courfe of titude but be a diligent follower of mine.

ferve me?

Pif Sir, I will.

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Wilt thou

Clot. Give me thy hand, here's my purfe. Haft any of thy late mafter's garments in thy poffeffion?

Pif. I have, my Lord, at my lodging, the fame fuit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. Clot. The first fervice thou doft me, fetch that fuit hither; let it be thy firft fervice, go. Pif. I fhall, my Lord.

[Exit. Clot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven ?(I forgot to ask him one thing, I'll remember't anon ;) even there, thou villain Pofthumus, will I kill thee. I would, these garments were come. She faid upon a time, (the bitternefs of it I now belch from my heart) that the held the very garment of Pofthumus in more refpect than my noble and natural perfon, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that fuit upon my back will I ravish her; first kill him, and in her eyes-(there fhall the fee my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt.) He on the ground, my fpeech of infultment ended on his dead body;- -and when my luft hath dined, (which, as I fay, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that the fo prais'd) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.

Enter Pifanio, with a fuit of clothes.

Be thofe the garments?

Pif. Ay, my noble Lord.

Clot. How long is't fince fhe went to Milford Haven? Pif. She can scarce be there yet.

Clot. Bring this apparel to my chamber, that is the fecond thing that I have commanded thee. The third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my defign. Be but duteous, and dee preferment fhall tender itself to

thee.

thee. My revenge is now at Milford, 'would I had wings to follow it! come and be true.

[Exit. Pif. Thou bidd'ft me to my loss: for true to thee, Were to prove false, which I will never be, To him that is most true. To Milford go, And find not her, whom thou purfu'ft. Flow, flow, You heav'nly bleffings, on her! this fool's fpeed. Be croft with flowness; labour be his meed!

Imo.

SCENE changes to the Foreft and Cave.

I

Enter Imogen, in boy's clothes.

See, a man's life is a tedious one:

[Exit.

I've tir'd myself; and for two nights together
Have made the ground my bed. I fhould be fick,
But that my refolution helps me. Milford,
When from the mountain-top Pifanio fhew'd thee,
Thou waft within a ken. O Jove, I think,
Foundations fly the wretched; fuch, I mean,
Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me,.
I could not mifs my way. Will poor folks lie,
That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis
A punishment or trial? yes; no wonder,
When rich ones fcarce tell true. To lapfe in fullness
Is forer, than to lie for need; and falfhood

Is worfe in Kings, than Beggars. My dear Lord!
Thou'rt one o`th' false ones; now I think on thee,
My hunger's gone; but ev'n before, I was
At point to fink for food. But what is this?
[Seeing the Cave.
Here is a path to't-'tis fome favage hold;
"Twere belt, not call; I dare not call; yet famine
Ere it clean o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Flenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever
Of hardinefs is mother. Ho! who's here?
If any thing that's civil, fpeak; if savage,
Take, or lend-ho! no anfwer? then i ll enter.
Beft draw my fword; and if mine enemy

But fear the fword like me, he'll fcarcely look on't. Grant fuch a foe, good heav'ns! [She goes into the Cave.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Bel. You, Paladour, have prov'd beft woodman, and Are mafter of the feaft; Cadwal and I

Will play the cook, and fervant; 'tis our match :
The fweat of induftry would dry, and die,

But for the end it works to. Come, our ftomachs
Will make what's homely favoury; weariness
Can fnore upon the flint, when refty floth

Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here,
Poor houfe, that keep'ft thyself!

Guid. I'm thoroughly weary.

Arv. I'm weak with toil, yet ftrong in appetite. Guid. There is cold meat i' th' cave, we'll brouze on Whilft what, we've kill'd, be cook'd.

Bel. Stay, come not in

[that,

[Looking in.

But that it eats our victuals, I should think,

It 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.

Imo. Good mafters, harm me not;

Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought

'T' have begged, or bought, what I have took: good troth,
I have ftol'n nought, nor would not, though i'd found"
Gold ftrew'd i' th' floor. Here's money for my meat;
I would have left it on the board, so foon

As I had made my meal; and parted thence
With prayers for the provider.

Guid. Money, youth?

Arv. All gold and filver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of thofe

Who worship dirty Gods.

Imo. I fee, you're 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's your name?

Imo. Fidele, Sir; I have a kinfman, who
Is bound for Italy: he embark'd at Milford;
To whom being going, almoft spent with hunger,
I'm fal'n in this offence.

Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth,

Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds
By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!
'Tis almost night, you fhall have better cheer
Ere you depart, and thanks to stay and eat it.
Boys, bid him welcome.

Guid. Were you a woman, youth,

I fhould wooe hard, but be your groom in honesty; I bid for you, as I do buy.

Aro. I'll make't my comfort,

He is a man: I'll love him as my brother:
And fuch a welcome as I'd give to him,
After long abfence, fuch is yours.

Moft welcome!

Be fprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
Imo. (37) 'Mongft friends,

If brothers;-Would it had been so, that they
Had been my father's fons! then had my prize
Been lefs, and fo more equal ballafting
To thee, Pofthumus.

If brothers, would it bad been fo, that they

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Afide.

Had been my father's fons. I cannot think this the Poet's pointing, and therefore have ventur'd to reform it. Arviragus had faid, he would love Imogen as a brother, gives her a welcome as fuch, and tells her, fhe is fal'n among friends. Among friends, indeed, replies the very naturally, if I am to stand in the rank of a brother. Then friking into a private reflexion on having loft her own brothers, the wishes these two kind youths were but her father's fons. This fenfe is plainly confirm'd by what she says in the laft fcene of the play, where they are discover'd to be really her brothers, You call'd me brother,

When I was but your fifter; I, you brothers;
When ye were fo, indeed.

Bel.