Act III. Pis. If that his head have ear in music,) doubtless, Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell: Amen: I thank thee. Cym. Thus far; and so farewell. Thanks, royal sir. And am right sorry, that I must report ye [Exit an Attendant.. Royal sir, Can her contempt be answer'd? Attend. Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that of To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is, That we have given him cause. Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves (1) i. e. Wherein you are accomplished. (2) As for your subsistence abroad, you may rely on me. Enter Pisanio. Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah? valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and when my lust hath dined (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised,) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She O, good my lord! hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. Come hither: Ah, you precious pander! Villain, Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter Pis. Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word,--No more of worthy lord,- Then, sir, Or this, or perish. Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true? [Aside. Sir, as I think. Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes. Be those the garments? Pis. Ay, my noble lord. Clo. How long is't since she went to MilfordHaven? Pis. She can scarce be there yet. Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for true to thee, [Exit. SCENE VI.-Before the cave of Belarius. Enter Imogen, in boy's clothes. Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't-Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments, wherein I should I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, have cause to use thee, with a serious industry,- That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis that is, what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to per- A punishment, or trial? Yes; no wonder, form it, directly and truly, I would think thee an When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in fulness honest man: thou shouldest neither want my means Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. Is worse in kings than beggars.-My dear lord! Pis. Well, my good lord. Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me? Pis. Sir, I will. Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go. Pis. I shall, my lord. [Exit. Thou art one o'the false ones: Now I think on thee, Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :-I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon:-Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee.-I Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, would these garments were come. She said upon a The sweat of industry would dry, and die, Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match:2 time (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, to- Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness gether with the adornment of my qualities. With Can snore upon a flint, when restive sloth that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be here, kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my Poor house, that keep'st thyself! (1) Best hunter. (2) Agreement. Gui. Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll browze | Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in: on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, So far as thou wilt speak it. [Looking in. Pray, draw near. Bel. What's the matter, sir? No elder than a boy! What is your name? Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir. Bel. Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who Is bound for Italy; he embark'd 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. Arv. I'll make't my comfort, 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. Aside. He wrings at some distress. Gui. 'Would, I could free't! Arv. 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, Which their own conscience seal'd them, (laying by Gui. Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, less welcome. Imo. Thanks, sir. Arv. I pray, draw near. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-Rome. 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 For this immediate levy, he commands Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes, His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar ! Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces? 2 Sen. Ay. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? Must be supplyant: The words of your commission We will discharge our duty. ACT IV. [Exeunt. 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) for3 '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 beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions: yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face and all this done, spurn her home to her father: who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage: but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is tied up safe : Out, sword, and to a sore purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit. SCENE II.-Before the cave. Enter, from the cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen. Bel. You are not well: [To Imogen.] remain here in the cave; It shall be so: (1) In, for into. (2) Unsteady. (3) i. e. Because. (4) In single combat. We'll come to you after hunting. Are we not brothers? Brother, stay here: So man and man should be; Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. To seem to die, ere sick: So please you leave me; Enter Cloten. Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here: Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis Gui. Bel. What? how? how? Imo. I wish ye sport. Brother, farewell. You 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: The imperious? seas breed monsters; for the dish, Gui. I could not stir him: He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate; Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter Bel. For you must be our housewife. I am bound to you. Pray, be not sick, Well, or ill, [Exit Imogen. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath had Good ancestors. Arv. How angel-like he sings! Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wise: Die the death: Gui. But his neat cookery! He.cut our roots in When I have slain thee with my proper hand, I'll follow those that even now fled hence, Enter Belarius and Arviragus, Bel. No company's abroad. Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him, sure. (4) Spurs are the roots of trees, 3 E Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour1 Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute, 'Twas very Cloten. Arv. In this place we left them: I wish my brother make good time with him, Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head. Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse, There was no money in't: Not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none: But I not doing this, the fool had borne My head as I do his. Bel. 2 What hast thou done? Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report; And set them on Lud's town. Bel. We are all undone. Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law Protects not us: Then why should we be tender, To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; Play judge, and executioner, all himself; For we do fear the law? What company Discover you abroad? No single soul Bel. Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason, He must have some attendants. Though his humour Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not Absolute madness could so far have rav'd, To bring him here alone: Although, perhaps, It may be heard at court, that such as we Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time May make some stronger head: the which hearing (As it is like him,) might break out, and swear He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable To come alone, either he so undertaking, he Arv. 'Would I had done't, So the revenge alone pursued me!-Polydore, And put us to our answer. Arv. [Exit. Poor sick Fidele! Not wagging his sweat head: and yet as rough, Is Cadwal mad? Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear, Re-enter Arviragus, bearing Imogen as dead in his If we do fear this body hath a tail Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd: 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done't! though Bel. arms. Look, here he comes, Arv. (6) Did make my walk tedious. (7) Care. (8) Regain, restore. (9) Trifles. (10) A slow-sailing, unwieldy vessel. |