Who is here? Enter PISANIO. Ah, you precious pander! Villain, Cloten. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? Cloten. Where is she, sir? Satisfy me home,— What is become of her? Pisanio. O, my all-worthy lord! Cloten. All-worthy villain! Speak, or thy silence on the instant is This paper is the history of my knowledge Touching her flight. [Presents a Letter. Cloten. Let's see't:-I will pursue her Even to Augustus' throne. Pisanio. [Aside.] Or this, or perish. She's far enough; and what he learns by this, I'll write to my lord she's dead. O, Imogen, Pisanio. Sir, as I think. Cloten. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.-Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me true service,—that is, what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,-I would think thee an honest man: thou shouldst neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. Pisanio. Well, my good lord. Pisanio. Sir, I will. Cloten. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pisanio. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mis tress. Cloten. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither let it be thy first service; go. : Pisanio. I shall, my lord. [Exit PISANIO. Cloten. Meet thee at Milford Haven:--Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee.-I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person. With that suit upon my back, will I first kill him, and in her eyes: He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, when my appetite hath din'd, to the court I'll foot her home again.My revenge is now at Milford :-'Would I had wings to follow it! [Exit. SCENE II. Wales. The Forest and Cave. Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes. Imog. I see, a man's life is a tedious one : I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me.-Milford, When from the mountain top Pisanio show'd thee, Thou wast within a ken: Two beggars told me, I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, My dear lord! Thou art one o' the false ones: Now I think on thee, At point to sink for food.-But what is this? I were best not call: I dare not call: yet famine, 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 foc, good Heavens! [She goes into the Cave Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, and Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, Will play the cook, and servant : Come, our stomachs Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be here, [Goes towards the Cave. Guid. I am throughly weary. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Guid. There's cold meat i'the cave; we'll browse on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. Bel. Stay; come not in: But that it eats our victuals, I should think Guid. 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. Imog. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: Good troth, I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had found Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here's money for thy meat: I would have left it on the board, so soon As I had made my meal; and parted With prayers for the provider. Art. Money, youth? Guid. Ali gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those Who worship dirty gods. Imog. I see, you are angry; Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should Have died, had I not made it. Bel. Whither bound? Imog. To Milford Haven, sir. Imog. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who Bel. 'Prythee, fair youth, Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! "Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it. Arv. I'll love him as my brother: And such a welcome as I'd give to him, Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. If brothers ?-'Would it had been so, that they To thee, Posthumus. Bel. He wrings at some distress. Arv. Or I; whate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger! Imog. Great men, [Whispering them. That had a court no bigger than this cave, That did attend themselves, and had the virtue Which their own conscience seal'd 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, falsé― Bel. It shall be so: Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in: Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, So far as thou wilt speak it. Guid. 'Pray, draw near. Aro. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, less welcome. Imog. Thanks, sir. Are. I pray, draw near. [Exeunt into the Cave. |