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The innocent mansion of my love, my heart : Imo. No court, no father ; nor no more ado
Fear not: 'tis empty of all things, bạt grief : With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing:
Thy master is not there, who was, indeed, That Cloten, whose love-suít hath been to me
The riches of it: Do his bidding: strike. As fearful as a siege.
Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause; Pis.

If not at court,
But nowo thou seein'st a coward.

Then not in Britain must you bide.
Hence, vile instrument ! Imo.

Where then Thou shalt not damn my hand.

Hath Britain all the sun that shines ? Day, pight, Imo.

Why, I must die ; Are they not but in Britain ? P'the world's volume And if I do not by thy hand, thou art

Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it; No servant of thy master's : Against self-slaughter In a great pool, a swan's nest ; Pr'y thee, think There is a prohibition so divine,

There's livers out of Britain. That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my Pis.

I am most glad heart;

You think of other place. The embassador Something's afore 't :-Soft, soft; we'll no de Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford Haven fence;

To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind Obedient as the scabbard.What is here? Dark as your fortune is; and but disgaise The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,

That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be, All turn'd to heresy ? Away, away,

But by self danger; you should tread a course Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Pretty, and full of view ; yea, hap!y near Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools The residence of Posthumus : so nigh at least, Believe false teachers. Though those that are be- That though his actions were not visible, yet tray'd

Report shall render him hourly to your ear, Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor As truly as he moves. Stands in worse case of wo.


O, for such means ! And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up Thou peril to my modesty, not death on't, My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, I would adventure. And inake me put into contempl the suits


Well then, here's the point: of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find You must forget to be a woman ; change It is no act of common passage, but

Command into obedience ; fear and niceness A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself, (The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, To think, when thou shall be disedg'u by her Woman its pretty self) into a waggish courage; That now thou tir'st on, how thy memory Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and Will then be pang'd by me.-Prythee, despatch: As quarrelous as the weasel : nay, you must The lamb entreats the bulcher : Where's thy Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek knife?

Exposing it (but, O, the harder heart !
Thon art too slow to do thy master's bidding, Alack no remedy !) to the greedy tonch
When I desire it too.

Of common-kissing Titan ! and forget
O gracious lady,

Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
Since I receiv'd command to do this business, You made great Juno angry.
I have not slept one wink.


Nay, be brief Imo.

Do't, and to bed then. I see into thy end, and am almost
Pis. I'll wake mine eyeballs blind first. A mnan already.
Wherefore then Pis. First, make yourself

but like one
Did'st undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd Fore-thinking this, I have already fit
So many miles with a pretence ? this place? ('Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all
Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour ? That answer to them : Would you, in these
The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,

serving, For my being absent; whereunto I never And with what imitation you can borrow Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far, From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lacina To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en tny stand, Present yourself, desire his service, tell him The elected deer before thee?

Wherein you are happy (which you'll make him Pis.

But to win time know To lose so bad employment: in the which If that his head have ear in musick,) donbtless, I have consider'd of a course; Good lady, With joy he will embrace you: for he's honour Hear me with patience.

able, Imo.

Talk thy tongue weary; speak : And, doubling that, most holy. Your means
I have heard, I am a strumpet : and mine ear, abroad
Therein false struck, can take no greater woand, You have me, rich ; and I will never fail
Nor lent to bottom that But speak.

Beginning, nor supplyment.
Then, madam, Imo.

Thou art all the comfort I thought you would not back again.

The gods will diet me with. Prythee, away: Imo.

Most like; There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even Bringing me here to kill me.

All that good time will give ns: This attempt Pis.

Not so, neither: I am soldier to, and will abide it with But if I were as wise as honest, then

A prince's courage. Away, I pr’ythee. My purpose would prove well. It cannot be, Pis. Well, madam, we must iake a short fare But ihat my master is abus'd :

Lest, being 'miss'd, I be suspected of Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress Hath done you both this cursed injury.

Here is a box; I had it from the queen ; Imo. Some Roman courtezan.

What's in 't is precious; if you are sick at sea, Pis.

No, on my life. Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him Will drive away distemper. - To some shade, Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded And fit you to your manhood :-May the gods I should do so : You shall be miss'd at court, Direct you to the best ! And that will well confirm it.

Imo. Amen: I thank thee.

(Escurt Imo.

Why, good fellow, What shall I do the while? Where bide? How SCENE V. A Room in Cymbeline's Palacs live?

Enter Cyınbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucias, and Or in my life what comfort, when I am

Dead to my husband ?

Cym. Thus far: and so farewell.
If you'll back to the court, Luc.

Thanks, royal


Сут. .


My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence; To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is
And am right sorry, that I must report ye To death, or to dishonour; and my end
My master's enemy.

Can make good use of either : she being down,
Our subjects, sir,

I have the placing of the British crown. will not endore his yoke: and for ourself

Re-enter Cloten.
To show less sovereignty than they, must needs
Appear unkinglike.

How now, my son ?
So, sir, I desire of you, Clo.

"T'is certa n, she is fled ;
A conduct over land, to Milford Haven, Gio in, and cheer the king: he rages; none
Madam, all joy befall your grace, and you ! Dare come about him.
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; Queen.

All the better ; May The due of honour in no point omit: This night forestall him of the coming day! So, farewell, noble Lucius.

Exit Queen. Luc.

Your hand, my lord. Clo. I love, and hate her; for she's fair and Clo. Receive it friendly; but from this time forth royal ; I wear it as your enemy.

And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Luc.

Sir, the event Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one Is yet to name the winner; Fare you well. The best she bath, and she, of all compounded, Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my ontsells them all: I love her therefore; But, lords,

Disdaining me, and throwing favours on Till he have cross'd the Severn.-Happiness! The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment,

[Eceunt Lucius, and Lords. That what's else rare,is chok'd; and, in that point, Queen. He goes hence frowning : but it ho- I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, nours us,

To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools That we have given bim cause. Clo. 'Tis all the better

Enter Pisanio. Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Shall-Who is here? What are you packing, Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor sirrah? How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, Come hither : Ah, yon precious pander! Villain, Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness: Where is thy lady? In a word : or else The powers that he already hath in Gallia Thou art straightway with the fiends. Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he Pis.

0, good my lord 1 moves

Clo. Where is thy lady 7 or, by Jupiter, His war for Britain.

I will not ask again. Close vinain, Queen.

'Tis not sleepy business ;P'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus?

Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus, From whose so many weights of baseness cannot
Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, A dram of worth be drawn.
Where is our daughter ? She hath not appear'd Pis.

Alas, my lord, Before the Roman, nor to ns hath tenderd How can she be with him? When was she miss'd ? The duty of the day : She looks us like

He is in Rome. A thing more made of malice, than of duty : Clo.

Where is she, sir? Come nearer; We have noted it.-Call her before us; for No further halting : satisfy me home, We have been too slight in sufferance.

What is become of her ?

(Erit an Attendant. Pis. O, my all-worthy lord ! Queen. Royal sir, Clo.

All-worthy villain! Since the exile of Posthumns, most retir'd Discover where thy mistress is, at once, Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord, At the next word, -No more of worthy lord, 'Tis time must do. 'Beseech your inajesty, Speak, or thy silence on the instant is Forbear sharp speeches to her': she's a lady Thy condemnation and thy death. So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, Pis.

Then, sir, And strokes death to her.

This paper is the history of my knowledge
Re-enter an Attendant.

Touching her flight. [Presenting a Letter.

Let's see t :-I will pursue her Сут. .

Where is she, sir ? How Even to Augustus' throne. Can her contempt be answer'd ?


Or this, or perish. Alen.

Please, yon, sir, She's far enough; and what he learns by Aside. Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer

May prove his travel, not her danger. That will be given to the lond'st of noise we make. Clo.

Humph! Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, She pray'd me to exense her keeping close; Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,

[ Aside She should that duty leave paid to you, Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true ? Which daily she was bound to proffer: this Pis.

Sir, as I think She wish'd me to make known; but our great Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't,-Sirrah, court

if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true Made me to blame in memory:

service: undergo those employments, wherein Cym.

Her doors lock'd ? I should have cause to use ihee, with a serious Not seen of late ? Grant, heavens, that which I industry, -that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee Fear prove false !

[Erit. do, to perform it, directly and truly,-! would Queen.

Son, I say, follow the king. think thee an honest man: thou shonldest nei. Cio. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, ther want my means for thy relief, nor my voice I have not seen these two days.

for thy preferment. Queen. Go, look after. [Erit Cloten. Pis. Well, my good lord. Pisanio, thon that stand'st so for Posthumus - Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently He hath a drug of mine : I pray, his absence and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare for Proceed by swallowing thai; for he believes tune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not It is a thing most precious. But for her, in the course of gratitude but be a diligent folWhere is she gone ? Haply, despair hath seized lower of mine. Wilt thou serve me ?

Pis. Sir, I will. Or wing' with fervour of her love, she's flown Clo: Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast




any of thy late master's garments in thy pos- Such a foe, good heavens ! session 2

[She goes into the Case Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the sam suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus mistress.

Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodClo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that

man, and suit hither : let it be thy first service ; go. Are master of the feast : Cadwal, and I, Pis. I shall, my lord.

(Erit. Will play the cook and servant; 'is our mateh. Clo. Meet thee at Milford Haven :- I forgot to The sweat of industry would dry, and die, ask him one thing; I'll remember 't anon :- But for the end it works to. Come ; our stomachs Even there, thou villain, Posthumus, will I keep Will make what's homely, savoury: Wearines thee.--I would these garments were come, She Can snore upon the flint, when resuie sloth

id upon a time the bitterness of it I now Finds the down pillow bard.—Now, peace be belch from my heart,) that she held the very here, garment of Posthumus in more respect than my Poor house, that keep'st thyself! noble and natural person, together with the Gui.

I am thoroughly weary. adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. my back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and Gui. There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which browze on that, will then be a torment to her contempt. He on Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. the ground, my speech of insuliment ended on Bel.

Stay; come not in: his dead body,--and when my lust hath dined,

Looking in (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute iu But that it eats our victuals, I should think the clothes that she so praised) to the court I'll Here were a fairy. knock her back, foot her home again. She hath Gui.

What's the matter, sir1 despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in Bel. By Jupiter, an angel ! or, if nou, my revenge.

An earthly paragon !-Behold divineness
Re-enter Pisanio, with the Clothes. No elder than a boy!
Be those the garments ?

Enter Imogen.
Pis. Ay, my noble lord.

Imo. Good másters, harm me not: Clo. How long is 't since slie went to Milford Before I enter'd here, 1 callid : and thought Haven?

To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took : Pis. She can scarce be there yet.

Good troth, Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that I have stolen nought; nor would not, though 1 is the second thing that I have commanded thee:

had found the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here's money for roy to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee.-My revenge is I would have left it on the board, so soon

meat : now at Milford; 'Would, I had wings to follow As I had made my meal; aud parted it 1-Come, and be true.

[Erit. With prayers for the provider. Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss : for,true to thee, Gui. Were to prove false, which I will never be,

Money, youth?

Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! To him that is most true-To Milford go, And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, Who worship dirty gods

As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those flow,

Imo. You heavenly blessings, on her! this fool's speed Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should

I see, you are angry: Be cross'd with slowness : labour be his meed!

Have died, had I not made it.

Whither bound? SCENE VI. Before the Cave of Belarius. Imo. To Milford Haven.


What is your name? Enter Imogen, in Boy's Clothes.

Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one; Is bound to Italy; he embark'd at Milford; I have tired myself; and for two nights together To whom being going, almost spent with hanger, Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, I am fallen in this offence. But that my resolution helps me.- Milford, Bel.

'Prythee, fair youth, When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds thee,

By this rude place we live in. Well encoanterd! Thou wast within a ken: 0 Jove! I think "Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Foandations fly the wretched : such, I mean, Ere you depart: and thanks to stay and eat itWhere they should be reliev'd. Two beggars Boye, bid him welcome. told me,


Were you a woman, yooth. I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, I should woo hard, but be your groom. In bo That have affliction on them; knowing 'tis

nesty, A punishment, or trial ? Yes; no wonder, I bid for you, as I'd buy. When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in Aro.

I'll mak’t my comforta fulness

He is a man; I'll love him as my brother :Is sorer, than to lie for need ; and falsehood And such a welcome as I'd give to him, Is worse in kings, than beggars.-My dear lord ! After long absence, such is yours :-Wost wel Thou art one of the false ones : Now I think on

come! thee,

Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends My hunger's gone ; but even before, I was Imo.

Mong'st friend! At point to sink for food. But what is this? If brothers ?-'Would, it had been so, Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold:

that they I were best not call; I dare not call : yet famine, Had been my father's sons! then bad

Aside Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. my prize Plenty,and peace,breeds cowards; hardness ever Been less and so more equal ballasting Of hardiness is mother.-Hol who's here? To thee, Posthumus. If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage, Bel.

He wrings at some distress Take,or lend.-Hol-No answer? then I'll enter Gui. 'Would, I could free't? Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy (on't: Arv.

Or 1; whate'er it be, But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look What pain it cost, what danger I Gods !



Hark, boys. [Whispering. SCENE II. Before the Cave.
Ino. Great men,
That had a court no bigger than this cave,

Enter, from Ithe Cape, Belarius, Guiderius, That did attend themselves, and had the virtue

Arviragus, and Imogen. Which their own conscience seal'd them (laying Bel. You are not well [ To Imogen :) remain by

here in the cave: That nothing gift of differing multitudes,) We'll come to you after hunting. Could not out-peer these twain.

Pardon me, Aro.

Brother, stay here ; [To Imo. gods!

Are we not brothers ? I'l change my sex to be companion with them, Imo.

So man and man should be : Since Leonatus false.

But clay and clay differs in dignity,
It shall be so :

Whose dust is boih alike. I am very sick. Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, Gui. Go you to hunting. I'll abide with him. come in :

Imo. So sick I am not; yet I am not well : Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have But not so citizen a wanton, as supp'd,

To seem to die, ere sick : So please you leave me ; We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, Stick to your jourual course; the breach of cus So far as thou wilt speak it.

tom Gui.

Pray draw near. Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by mo Arr. The night to the owl, and morn to the Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort lark, less welcome.

To one not sociable : I am not very sick, Imo. Thanks, sir,

Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust mo Aru. I pray, draw near. (Exeunt.


l'll rob none but myself ; and let me die,

Stealing so poorly.
Enter Two Senators and Tribunes.


I love thee; I have spoke it : 1 Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ; How much the quantity, the weight as much, That since the common men are now in action

As I do love my father.

What? how ? how ? 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians; And that the legions now in Gallia are

Aru. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me Full weak to undertake our wars against

In my good brother's fault: I know not why

I love this youth; and I have henrd you say, The fallen off Britous ; that we do incite

Love's reason's without reason; the bier at door The gentry to this business : He creates

And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say, Lucins pro-consul: und to you the tribunes,

My father, not this youth. For this immediate levy, he commands


O noble strain! [Aside. His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar! Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ?

O worthiness of nature ? breed of greatness!

Ay. 2 Sen.

Cowards father cowards, and base things siro

base : Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ? 1 Sen.

With those legione Nature hath meal, and bran ; contempt, and Which I have spoke of whereunto your levy Must be supplyant; The words of your com. Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.

I am not their father : yet who this should be, mission Will tie you to the numbers, and the time

"Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.

Arv. Of their despatch.

Brother, farowell,

Imo. I wish ye sport.
We will discharge our duty.


Arv. Your health. --So please you, sir.
Imo. (Aside. These are kind creatures. Gods,

what lies I have heard !

Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court: ACT IV.

Experience, o, ihon disprovist report! SCENE I. The Forest, near the Cave.

The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish,

Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
Enter Cloten.

I am sick still : heart-sick :-Pisanio,
Clo. I am near to the place where they should I'll now taste of thy drug.
meet, if Pisanio have napped it truly. How fit Gui.

I could not stir him; his garments serve me! Why should his mistress. He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate; who was made by him that made the tailor, no: Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. be fit too ? the rather (saving reverence of the Aro. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereword) for 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by after fits.

Therein I must play the workman. I dare I might know more. speak it to myself, (for it is not vain glory, for a Bei.

To the field, to the field :man and his glass to confer; in his own chamber, We'll leave you for this time ; go in, and rest. I mean,) the lines of my body are as well drawn Arv. We'll not be long away. as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath Bel.

Pray, be not sick, him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of For you must be our housewife. the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in Imó,

Well, or ill, general services, and more remarkable in single I am bound to you. oppositions : yet this imperseverant thing loves Bel. And so shalt be ever. (Erit Imo. him in my despite. What mortality is ! Posthu. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath mus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy had shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mis- Good ancestors. tress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before Arv.

How angel like he sings! thy face : and all this done, spurn her home to Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in her father: who may, haply, be a little angry for characters: my so rough usage : but my mother, having and sane'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, power of his testiness, shall turn all into my And he her dieter. commendations. My horse is tied up safe : Out, Arv.

Nobly he yokes sword, and to a sore purpose ! Fortune, put them A smiling with a sigh : as if the sigh into my hand! This is the very description of Was that it was, for not being such a smile; their nieeting-place; and the fellow dares not The sinile mocking the sigh, that it would fly deceive muc.

(Erit. From so divino a temple, to commix


With winds that sailors rail at.

I wish my brother make good time with him, Gui.

I do note,

You say he is so fell. That grief and patience, rooted in him boih, Bel.

Being scarce made up Mingle their spurs together.

I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Aro.

Grow, patience! Of roaring terrors; for defect of judgment And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine. Is oft the cure of fear: But see, thy brother. His perishing root, with the increasing vine! Bei. It is great morning. Come; away.

Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's Head. Who's there?

Gui. This Cloten was a fool : an empty purse, Enter Cioten.

There was no money in't: not Hercules

Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain none: Hath mock'd me: I am faint.

Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne Bel.

Those runagates! My head, as I do his. Means he not us? I partly know him ; 'tis Bel.

What hast thou done? Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear sone ambush. Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloten's I saw him not these many years, and yet

head. I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:- Son to the queen, after his own report; Hence.

Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer: and swore, Gui. He is but one: You and my brother search With his own single hand he'd take us in, What companies are near: pray you, away : Displace our heads, where thank the gods!) Let me alone with him.

they grow, (Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus. And set them on Lud's town. Clo. Soft! What are you Bel.

We are all undone That fly me thus ? some villain mountaineers ? Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to I have heard of such. What slave art thou ?

lose, Gui.

A thing But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law More slavish did I ne'er, than answering Protects not us: Then why should we be tender A slave, without a knock.

To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; Clo.

Thou art a robber, Play judge, and executioner, all himself; A law-breaker, a villain: Yield thee, thiet. For we do fear the law ? What company. Gui. To who? to thee ? What art thou ? Have Discover you abroad ? not I


No single soul An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ? Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason, Thy words, I grant, are bigger ; for I wear not He must have some attendants. Though his My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; humour Why I should yield to thee?

Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that Clo.

Thou villain base, From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not Know'st me not by my clothes ?

Absolute madness could so far have ravid, Gui.

'No, nor thy tailor, rascal, To bring him here alone : Although, perhaps, Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes. It may be heard at court, that such as we Which, as it seeins, make thee.

Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time Clo.

Thou precious varlet, May make some stronger head : the which we My tailor made them not.

hearing. Gui.

Hence then, and thank (As it is like him,) might break out, and swear The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; He'd fetch us in ; yet is't not probable 1 am loath to beat thee.

To come alone, either he so undertaking, Clo.

Thou injurious thief, Or they so suffering: then on good ground we Hear but my name, and tremble.

fear, Gui.

What's thy name? If we do fear this body hath a tail Clo. Cloten, thou villain.

More perilous than the head. Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, Arv.

Let ordinance I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, spider,

My brother hath done well. "Twould move me sooner.


I had no mind To thy further fear, To hunt this day : the boy Fidele's sickness Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know Did make my way long forth. I'm son to the queen.


With his own sword, Gui.

I'm sorry for't; not seeming Which he did wave against my throat, I have So worthy as thy birth.

ta'en Clo.

Art not afeard ? His head from him : I'll throw't into the creek Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the Behind our rock; and let it to the sea, wise ;

And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten: At fools I laugh, not fear them.

That's all I reck.
Die the death : Bel

I fear, 'twill be revengd: When I have slain thee with my proper hand, 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done?! I'll follow those that even now fied hence,

though valour And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads: Becomes thee well enough. Yield, rustick mountaineer. [Exeunt, fighting.


'Would, I had donet, Enter Belarius and Arviragus.

So the revenge alone pursued me!-Polydore,

I love thee brotherly ; but envy much, Bel No company's abroad.

Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, Arv. Nope in the world: You did mistake him, venges, sure.

That possible strength might meet, woald se Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him, us through, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of fa- And put us to our answer. vour


Well, 'tis done :Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger And burst of speaking, were as bis : I am ab- where there's no profit. I prythee, to our rook; solute,

You and Fidele play the cooks : I'll stay 'Twas very Cloten.

Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him Aru.

In this place we left them: To dinner presently.


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