Take, or lend.-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, 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; '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, savory. Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when restie sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be here,
Poor house, that keep'st thyself!

Gui.
I am thoroughly weary.
Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.
Gui. There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browse on that,
Whilst what we have killed be cooked.

Bel.

Stay; come not in.

[Looking in.

But that it eats our victuals, I should think

Here were a fairy.

Gui. 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 masters, harm me not.

Before I entered here, I called; and thought

To have begged, or bought, what I have took.

Good troth,

I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had found Gold strewed i' 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.

Gui.

Money, youth? Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt' As 'tis no better reckoned, but of those

Who worship dirty gods.

Imo.

I see you are angry.

Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died had I not made it.

Bel.

Imo. To Milford-Haven.
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Whither bound?

Bel.

What is your name?

Imo. Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman, who
Is bound for Italy; he embarked at Milford;
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fallen 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 encountered!
'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer
Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.—
Boys, bid him welcome.

Gui.
Were you a woman, youth,
I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty,
I bid for you, as I'd buy.

I'll make't my comfort

Arv.
He is a man; I'll love him as my brother;
And such a welcome as I'd give to him,
After long absence, such is yours.

Most welcome!

Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
Imo.

'Mongst friends,

If brothers!-'Would it had been so, that they
Had been my father's sons! then had my prize
Been less; and so more equal ballasting
To thee, Posthumus.

Bel.

He wrings at some distress.

Gui. 'Would I could free't!
Arv.

Aside.

Or I; whate'er it be,

What pain it cost, what danger! Gods!

Bel.

Imo. Great men,

Hark, boys.
[Whispering.

That had a court no bigger than this cave,
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
Which their own conscience sealed them, (laying by
That nothing gift of differing multitudes,)

Could not outpeer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
I'd change my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus' false.

Bel.

It shall be so;

Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in: Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supped, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,

So far as thou wilt speak it.

Gui.

Pray draw near.

Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, less

Enter two Senators, and Tribunes.

1 Sen. This is the tenor of the emperor's writ;
That since the common men are now in action
'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians;
And that the legions now in Gallia are
Full weak to undertake our wars against
The fallen-off Britons; that we do incite
The gentry to this business. He creates
Lucius proconsul; and to you, the tribunes,
For this immediate levy, he commands
His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar!
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces?
2 Sen.

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?

1 Sen.

Ay.

With those legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be supplyant. The words of your commission Will tie you to the numbers, and the time

Of their despatch.

Tri.

We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. The Forest, near the Cave.

Enter CLOTEN.

Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather, (saving reverence of the word,) for 'tis said a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, (for it is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer: in his own chamber, I mean,) the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not