All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd; Fortune brings in fome boats that are not steer'd. [Exit. I mean, ACT IV. SCENE I. The FOREST. Enter Cloten alone. Am near to th' place where they should meet, if Pifanio have mapp'd 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, (faving reverence of the word,) because 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman, I dare speak it to my self, for it is vainglory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber; 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 converfant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppofitions; yet this imperfeverant thing loves him in my despight. What mortality is! Pofthumus, thy head which is now growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistress enforc'd, thy garments cut to pieces before thy face; and all this done, fpurn her home to her father, who may, happily, be a little angry for my fo rough usage; but my mother having power of his testiness, shall 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 description of their meeting place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit. SCENE Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen, Bel. You are not well: remain here in the cave, Arv. Brother, ftay here: Are we not brothers? Imo. So man and man fhould be, Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. To seem to die, ere fick: so please you leave me, Stealing fo poorly. Society is no comfort Pray you trust me here, Guid. I love thee: I have spoke it, How much the quantity, the weight as much, Bel. What? how? how? Arv. If it be fin to fay fo, Sir, I yoak me "My father, not this youth. Bel Bel. Oh noble ftrain! O worthiness of nature, breed of greatness! Arv. Brother, farewell. Imo. I wish ye fport. Arv. You health ---- so please you, Sir. * Imo. These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I've heard! Our courtiers fay, all's favage, but at court: I am fick ftill, heart-fick I'll now taste of thy drug.. Guid. I could not stir him; Pifanio, * [Drinks out of the viol. He said that he was gentle, but unfortunate; Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. Arv. Thus did he answer me; yet faid, hereafter I might know more. Bel. To th' field, to th' field: We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. Arv. We'll not be long away.. Bel. Pray be not fick, For you must be our housewife. Imo. Well or ill, I am bound to you. [Exit Imogen. Bel. And fhalt be ever. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears to have had. breed of greatness! "Cowards father cowads, and base things fire the base: "Nature hath meal and bran; contempt and grace. I'm not, &c. but at court : Experience, oh how thou-difprov'ft report. Th' imperious feas breed monfters; for the dish, I am fick ftill, &c. Good Good ancestors. Arv. How angel-like he fings? Arv. He cut our roots in characters, And fauc'd our broth, as Juno had been sick, Arv. Nobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh. Guid. I do note, * That grief and patience rooted in him both, a Mingle their pow'rs together. * Bel. It is great morning. Come away: who's there? S CEN E III. Enter Cloten. Clot. Icannot find those runagates: that villain Hath mock'd me. I am faint. Bel. Those runagates! Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis I know 'tis he: we are held as out-laws; hence. More flavish did I ne'er, than answering A flave without a knock. Clot. Thou art a robber, A law-breaker, a villain; yield thee, thief. Guid. To whom? to thee? what art thou? have not I An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? Thy words I grant are bigger: for I wear not My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art, Clot. Thou villain base, Know'ft me not by my cloaths? Guid. No nor thy tailor, Who is thy grandfather; he made those cloaths, Clot. Thou precious varlet! My tailor made them not. Guid. Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art fome fool, Clot. Thou injurious thief, Hear but my name, and tremble. Guid. What's thy name? Clot. Cloten, thou villain. Guid. Cloten, then double villain be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, fpider, 'Twould move me fooner. Clot. To thy further fear, Nay, |