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A little witness my obedience : look!
II should do so! You shall be miss'd at court,
And that will well confirm it.
Dead to my husband?
Pis. If you'll back to the court, --
Imo. Nó court, no father! nor no more ado
With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing!
That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me
As fearful, as a siege.
Pis. If not at court,
Imo. Where then ?
In a great pool, a swan's nest; pr’ythec, think
There's livers out of Britain.
Pis. I am most glad
To-morrow. Now, if you could wear a mind
That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be, And thou, Posthúmus, thou that didst set up But by self-danger; you should tread a course My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, Pretty, and full of view: yea, haply, near And make me put into contempt the suits
The residence of Posthumus: so nigh, at least, Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
That though his actions were not visible, yet It is no act of common passage, but
Report should render him hourly to your ear,
As truly, as he moves.
Though peril to my modesty, not death on't,
Command into obedience; fear, and niceness,
(The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, Since I receiv'd command to do this business, Woman its pretty self,) to a waggish courage; I have not slept one wink!
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
As quarrellous, as the weasel : nay, you must
Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Exposing it (but, O, the harder heart!
Ino. Nay, be brief!
Pis. First, make yourself but like one.
Fore-thinking this, I have already fit,
('Tis in my cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all I have consider'd of a course. Good lady,
That answer to them. Would yon, in their scrring, Hear me with patience!
And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
If that his head bave ear in music,) doubtless, Pis. Then, madar,
With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, I thought you would not back again.
And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad Imo. Most like;
You have me, rich; and I will never fail,
Beginning, nor supplyment.
Imo. Thou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with, Peythee away! My purpose would prove well. It cannot be,
There's more to be considered; but we'll even But that my master is abus:d :
All that good time will give us. This attempt Some villaio, ay, and singular in his art,
I'm soldier to, and will abide it with
A prince's courage. Away, I proythee!
Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewall:
Lest, being miss'd, í be suspected of I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him
Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded Here is a box: I had it from the queen;
What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, Cym. Her doors lock'd ?
Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant,
(Exeunt. I have not seen these two days.
Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes
It is a thing most precious. But for her,
Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown
To her desir'd Posthumus: gone she is
To death, or to dishonour; and my end
How now, my son?
Clo. 'Tis certain, she is fled :
Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none
Queen. All the better! May
This night forestall him of the coming day!
(Exit Queen. Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forthclo. I love, and hate her; for she's fair and royal; I wrar it as your enemy.
And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one
The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
(Exeunt Lucius, and Lords. The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment, Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours us, That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point, That we have given him cause.
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
To be reveng’d upon her. For, when fools
Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter,
I will not ask again. Close villain,
A dram of worth be drawn.
Pis. Alas, my lord,
How can she be with him? When was she miss'd ?
He is in Rome.
No further halting: satisfy me home,
[Exit an Attendant. What is become of her?
Pis. O, my all-worthy lord!
At the next word. – No more of worthy lord, -
Pis. Then, sir,
This paper is the history of my knowledge
Touching her flight.
į Presenting a letter. Can her contempt be answer'd ?
Clo. Let's see't! - I will pursue her
Even to Augustus' throne.
Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen,
Pis. Sir, as I think.
By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!
I should woo hard, but be your groom. In honests,
Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. - Sirrah, if When rich ones scarce tell true: to lapse in fulness
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Best draw my sword, and if mine enemy Pis. Sir, I will
But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any Such a foe, good heavens ! [She goes into the care. of thy late master's garments in thy possession ? Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and Anyiracus.
Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, he wore, when he took leave of my lady and mistress. and
Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, hither ! let it be thy first service; go!
Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match: Pis. I shall, my lord !
[Exit. The sweat of industry would dry, and die, Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven: – I forgot to ask But for the end it works to. Come! our stomachs him one thing; I'll remember't anon. -- Even there, Will make what's homely, savoury. Weariness thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. —- I would, Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth these garments were come. She said upon a time, Findst the down pillow hard. --Now, peace be here, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) Poor house, that keep’st thyself! that she held the very garment of Posthumus in Gui. I am thoroughly weary. more respect, than my noble and natural person, to Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. gether with the adornment of my qualities. With Gui. There is cold nieat i'the cave; we'l browze that suit upon my back, will I ravish her. First kill on that, him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook’d. wliich will then be a torment to her contempt. He Bel. Stay! come not in! on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on But that it eats our victuals, I should thiuk his dead body, - and when my lust hath dined, Here were a fairy. (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the Gui. What's the matter, sir? clothes that she so praised,) to the court I'll knock Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, her back, foot her home again. She hath despised An earthly paragon!- Behold divineness me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.
No elder than a boy!
Imo. Good masters, harm me pot! Pis. Ay, my noble lord !
Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford- To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took : good Haven?
troth, Pis. She can scarce be there yet.
I have stolen nonght; nor would not, though I had Clo, Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the found second thing that I have commanded thee: the third Gold strew'd o’the floor. Here's money for my is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute to my design. Bé but dateous, and true preferment shall tender I would have left it on the board, so soon itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford. As I had made my meal; and parted 'Would, I had wings to follow it!— Come, and be with prayers for the provider. true!
(Exit. Gui. Money, youth?
[Exit. Bel. Whither bound?
Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir!
Imo. Fidele, sir! I have a kinsman, who
depart ; and thanks to stay and eat it.
in the cave;
I bid for you, as I'd buy.
my body are as well drawn, as his ; vo less young, Arv. I'll make't my comfort,
more strong, not beneath, him in fortunes, beyond Ile is a man; l'll love him as my brother:
him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, And such a welcome, as I'd give to him,
alike conversant in general services, and more reAfter long absence, such as yours. — Most welcome! markable in single oppositions: yet this imperseveBe sprightly, for you fall ’mongst friends. rant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality Imo. 'Mongst friends!
is ! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upou If brothers ? — 'Would it had been so,
thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off'; thy that they
mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before Had been my father's sons? then had Aside. thy face; and all this done, spurn her home to her my prize
father: who may, haply, be a little angry for my so Been less; and so more equal ballasting
rough usage: but my mother, having power of his To thee, Posthumus.
testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. Bel. He wrings at some distress.
My horse is tied up safe. Out, sword, and to a sore Gui. 'Would, I could free't !
purpose! Fortune put them into my 'hand! This is Arv. Or I; whate'er it be,
the very description of their meeting-place; and What pain it cost, wliat danger ! Gods!
the fellow dares not deceive me.
(Exit. Bel. Hark, boys!
SCENE JI. - Before the cave,
RAGUS, and Imogen.
(To Imogen. Since Leonatus' false,
Are we not brothers?
Imo. So man and man should be;
Gui. Go you to hunting. I'll abide with him.
Imo. So sick I am not; - yet I am not well:
But not so citizen a wanton, as
Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom Imo. Thanks, sir!
Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me Arv. I pray, draw near!
[Exeunt. Cannot amend me. Society is no comfort
To one not sociable; I'm not very sick,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here;
Stealing so poorly.
Gui. I love thee; I have spoke it:
How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my father.
Bel. What? how ? how ?
Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault: I know not why
I love this youth ; and I have heard you say,
Love's reason's without reason; the bier at door,
And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say,
My father, not this youth.
Bel. O noble strain !
(Aside. 2 Sen. Ay.
O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness !
Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: 1 Sen. With those legions
Nature hath meal, and bran ; contempt, and grace.
I am not their father; yet who this should be,
'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn.
Arv. Brother, farewell!
Imo. I wish you sport!
Arv. You, health !-So please you, sir !
Inno. [ Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods,
what lies I have heard !
Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court :
Experience, o, thou disprov'st report !
Gui. I could not stir him: said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate; must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass to Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, herafter confer; in his own chamber, I mean,) the lines of I might know more.
Which he did wave against my throat, I have tales
Bel. To the field, to the field!
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
Gui. I'm sorry for’t; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth. Foryou must be our housewife.
Clo. Art not afear'd? Imo. Well, or ill,
Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wise : I am bound to you.
At fools I laugh, not fear them. Bel. And so shalt be.ever. (Exit Imogen. Clo. Die the death ! This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath hac? When I have slain thee with my proper hand, Good ancestors.
l'll follow those that even now fled hence, Arv, How angel-like he sings!
And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads: Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in Yield, rustic mountaineer! (Exeunt fighting characters;
Enter BELARJUS and ARVIRAGUS.
Arv. None in the world: you did mistake him, sore! Arv. Nobly he yokes
Bel. I cannot tell. Long is it since I saw him, A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh
But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour, Was that it was, for not being such a smile; Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly And burst oft speaking, were as his: I am absolute From so divine a temple, to commix
'Twas very Cloten. With winds, shat sailors rail at.
Arv. In this place we left them: Gui. I do note,
I wish my brother make good time with him, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, You say he is so fell. Mingle their spurs together.
Bel. Being scarce made np, Arv. Grow, patience!
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension And let the stinking elder, grief, antwine
Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment His perishing root, with the increasing vine! Is oft the cause of fear, But see, thy brother! Bel. It is great morning. Come, away!- Who's Re-enter GUIDERHUS, with Cloten's head. there?
Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse, Enter CLOTEN.
There was no money in't: not Hercules Clo. I caynot find those runagates; that yillain Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had node: Hath mock'd me:- I am faiut.
Yet I not doing this, the fool had borue Bel. Those runagates!
My head, as I do his. Means he pot us? I partly know him ; 'tis
Bel. What hast thou done? Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush. Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloter's head, I saw him not these many years, and yet
Son to the queen, after his own report;
Gui. He is but one. You and my brother search With his own single hand he'd take us in,
Bel, We are all undone. That fly me thus ? some villain mountaineers ? Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, I have heard of such. - What slave art thou?
But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law Gui. A thing
Protects not us. Then why should we be tender, More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
To let an arrogant piece of Aesh threat us; A slave without a knock.
Play judge, and executioner, all himself;
For we do fear the law? What company
Can we set eye on; but, in all safe reason, An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
He must have some attendants. Though his humour Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not Why I should yield to thee?
Absolute madness could so far have ravid, clo. Thou villain base,
To bring him here alone! Although, perhaps, Know'st me not by my clothes ?
It may be heard at court, that such as we Gui. No, nor thy tailor, rascal!
Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes, May make some stronger head: the which he heariaz, Which, as it seems, make thee.
(As it is like him,) might break out, and swear Clo. Thou precious varlet,
He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable My tailor made them not.
To come alone, either he so undertaking, Gui. Hence then, and thank
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fea; The man that gave them thee! Thou art some fool; If we do fear this body hath a tail I ain loath to beat thee.
More perilous than the head. Clo. Thou injurious thief,
Arv. Let ordinance Hear but my name, and tremble !
Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, Gui. What's thy name?
My brother had done well.
Bei. I had no mind
Gui. With his own sword,