Here is a path to't-'tis fome favage hold; But fear the fword like me, he'll fcarcely look on't. 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 industry would dry, and die But for the end it works to. Come, our ftomachs Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here, Guid. I'm throughly weary. Aru. I'm weak with toil, yet ftrong in appetite. Guid. There is cold meat i'th' cave, we'll brouze on that Whilft what we've kill'd be cook'd. Bel. Stay, come not in But that it eats our victuals, I fhould think It were a Fairy. Guid. What's the matter, Sir? Bel. By Jupiter, an Angel! or if not, An earthly paragon. Behold divinenefs No elder than a boy. Enter Imogen. Imo. Good mafters, harm me not; Before I enter'd here, I call'd, and thought [Looking in. T' have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: good troth, As I had made my meal: and parted thence Guid. Mony, youth? Arv. All gold and filver rather turn to dirt! Imo. I fee you're angry: Know, if you kill me for my fault, I fhould Bel. Say, what is your name? Imo. Fidele, Sir; I have a kinsman, who Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth, Think us no churls'; nor measure our good minds. Guid. Were you a woman, youth, I fhould wooe hard, but be your groom in honesty; Aru. 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. 'Mongft friends, If brothers-Would it had been fo that they Had been my father's fons; then had my price Afide. Been lefs, and fo more equal balancing To thee Pofthumus. Bel. He wrings at fome diftrefs. Guid. Would I could free't! Arv. Or I, whate'er it be, What pain it coft, what danger; Gods! Bel. Hark, boys, Imo. Great men, That bad a Court no bigger than this cave, [Whispering. Which That did attend themselves, and had the virtue Which their own conscience feal'd them, laying by Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, Gods, Bel. It fhall be fo: Boys, we'll go drefs our hunt. Fair youth, come in: So far as thou wilt fpeak. Guid. I pray draw near. Arv. The night to th' owl, and morn to th' lark, lefs welcome! [Exeunt, * SCENE VIII. Cymbeline's Palace. Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio. Cym. Again; and bring me word how 'tis with her; A fever with the abfence of her fon; Madness, of which her life's in danger; heav'ns! When fearful wars point at me! her fon gone, SCENE VIII. Rome. 2 Sen Ay. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? Sen. With thofe legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be fuppliant: the words of your comm flion Will tie you to the numbers and the time Of their dispatch. Tri. We will difcharge our duty. So [Exeunt. [Exeunt So needful for this prefent! it ftrikes me, paft Pif. Sir, my life is yours, I fet it at your will: but for my mistress, Hold me your loyal fervant. Lord. Good my Liege, The day that he was miffing, he was here; Cym. The time is troublesome ; We'll flip you for a season, but our jealousie Lord. So please your Majefty, The Roman legions all from Gallia drawn, Of Roman Gentlemen, by th' Senate fent. Cym. Now for the counfel of my fon and Queen: I am amaz'd with matter. Lord. Good my Liege, Your preparation can affront no lefs Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready; The want is, but to put thefe powers in motion, That long to move. Cym. I thank you; let's withdraw And meet the time, as it feeks us, We fear not [Exeunt Cymbeline and Lords. Perplext Perplext in all. The heavens ftill must work; I The Foreft. Enter Cloten alone. Am near to th' place where they fhould meet, if Pifanio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his garments ferve me! why fhould his miftrefs, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather, (faving reverence of the word,) because 'tis faid, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman; I dare fpeak it to myfelf, for it is no vain-glory for a man and his glafs to confer in his own chamber; I mean, the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no lefs young, more ftrong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, a like converfant in general fervices, and more remarkable in fingle oppofitions; yet this ill-perfeverant thing loves him in my defpight. What mortality is! Pofthumus, thy head which is now growing upon thy fhoulders, fhall within this hour be off, thy miftrefs enforc'd, thy garments cut to pieces before her face; and all this done, I'll spurn her home to her father, who may, happily, be a little angry for my fo rough ufage; but my mother having power of his teftiness, fhall turn all into my commendations. My horfe is ty'd up fafe: out, fword, and to a fore purpose! fortune put them into my hand! this is the very defcription of their meeting-place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit. SCENE II. The Front of the Cave. Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen, from the Cave. Bel. You are not well: remain here in the cave, We'll come t'you after hunting. Arv. Brother, ftay here: Are we not brothers? Imo. So man and man fhould be, But clay and clay differs in dignity, 1 Whofe i |