'Twere beft not call; I dare not call; yet famine, [She goes into the cave. Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Bel. You Polidore have prov'd best woodman, and Are master of the feaft; Cadwal and I Will play the cook, and servant, 'tis our match: The sweat of industry would dry, and die But for the end it works to. Come, our stomachs Can fnore upon the flint, when refty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here, Guid. I'm throughly weary. Arv. 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 [Looking in. T'have T' have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: good troth I would have left it on the board fo foon 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 should Bel. Whither bound? Imo. To Milford-Haven. Bel. What's your name? Imo. Fidele, Sir; I have a kinfman, who Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth, Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds Guid. Were you a woman, youth, I should wooe hard, but be your groom in honesty; Arv. I'll make't my comfort He is a man; I'll love him as my brother: After long abfence, fuch is yours. Most welcome! Be Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. Imo. 'Mongst friends? If brothers, would it had been so, that they Been lefs, and fo more equal ballafting To thee, Pofthumus. Bel. He wrings at some distress. Arv. Or I, whate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger; gods! Bel. Hark, boys. Imo. Great men, 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 out-peer these twain. Pardon me gods, I'd change my sex to be companion with them, Since Leonatus is falfe. Bel. It fhall be fo: Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. Fair youth come in ; We'll mannerly demand thee of thy ftory, So far as thou wilt speak. Guid. I pray draw near. [afide. [Whispering. Arv. The night to th' owl, and morn to th❜lark, less welcome! less welcome! SCENE VIII. Rome. Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes. 1 Sen. THIS is the tenor of the Emperor's writ; That fince the common men are now in action 'Gainft the Pannonians and Dalmatians, And that the legions now in Gallia, are [Exeunt. * SCENE [Exeunt. Full SCENE VIII. Cymbeline's Palace. Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pifanio. Cym. AGAIN, and bring me word how 'tis with her; fever with the absence of her fon; Madness, of which her life's in danger; heav'ns! When fearful wars point at me! her fon gone, Pif. Sir, my life is yours, I set it at your will: but for my mistress, Beseech your highness, I nothing know where fhe remains; why gone, Full weak to undertake our war against 2 Sen. Ay. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? I Sen. With those legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be fuppliant: the words of your commiffion Will tie you to the numbers and the time Of their dispatch. Tri. We will difcharge our duty. [Exeunt. Lord. Lord. Good my liege, The day that she was miffing, he was here; Cym. The time is troublesome; We'll flip you for a season, but our jealousie Lord. So please your majesty, The Roman legions all from Gallia drawn, Cym. Now for the counsel of my fon and queen: Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready; The want is, but to put these powers in motion, That long to move. Cym. I thank you; let's withdraw And meet the time, as it seeks us. What can from Italy annoy us, but We grieve at chances here. Away. We fear not Pif. I heard no letter from my master, since Perplext in all. The heavens ftill must work; B b [Exeunt. All |