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S c E NE VI.
Enter Pifanio. Who is here? what! are you packing, firrah ? Come hither ; ah you precious pandar, villain, Where is thy Lady? in a word, or else Thou’rt straightway with the fiends. (Drawing bis sword.
Pis. Oh, good my Lord !
Clot. Where is thy Lady ? or, by Jupiter,
Pif. Alas! my Lord,
Clot. Where is she, Sir ? come nearer ;
Pif. Oh, my all-worthy Lord !
Clot. All-worthy villain!
Pif. Then, Sir,
Clot. Let's feet ; I will pursue her
Pif. Or this, or perish.
Afide. May prove his travel, not her danger.
Aside. Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again !
Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true?
Clot. It is Posthumus's hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou would't not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments wherein I should have cause to use thee with a serious industry, that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, perform it directly and truly ; I would think thee an honest man, thou shouldīt neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment
Pil. Well, my good Lord.
Clot. Wilt thou serve me. ? for since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou can’st not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me?
Pif. Sir, I will.
Clot. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy poffesfion ?
Pis. I have, my Lord, at the lodging, the fame fuit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.
Clot. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither ; Jer it be thy first service, go. Pif. I fall, iny Lord.
[Exit. Clot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven - I forgot to ask him one thing, I'll remember't anon ; there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these garments were come. She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that fuit upon my back will I ravish her; first kill him, and in her eyes there fhall she ice my valour, which will then be a torment to her contenipt. He on the ground, my speech of infulement ended on his dead body, and when my luft hath dined, (which as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the cloathis that the lo prais’d) to the Court I'll
+ kick her back, foot her home again. She hath despis’d me rejoycingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.
Enter Pisanio, with a suit of cloaths.
Pif. Ay, my noble Lord.
Clot. Bring this apparel to my chamber, that is the second thing that I have commanded thee. The third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford, would I had wings to follow it! come and be true.
. Thou bidd'st me to my loss : for true to thee, Were to prove false, which I will never be, To s'her that is most true, To Milford go, And find not her, whom thou pursu'ft. Flow, Aow, You heav'nly blessings, on her ! this fool's speed Be crost with nowness; labour be his meed ! [Exit.
S с E N E VII.
The Forest and Cave.
Enter Imogen in boy's Cloaths. Imo.
See a man's life is a tedious one :
I've tired my self ; 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 lhew'd thee, Thou waft within a ken. O jove, I think Foundations Aly the wretched, such I mean Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me, I could not miss my way. Will poor folks lie That have affliction on them, knowing 'tis A punishment'or tryal ? 'yet no wonder,
When 6 yes no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fullness
[Seeing the Cave. Here is a path to't --- 'ris some favage hold; 'Twere belt not call; I dare not call ; yet famine; Ere it clean o'er-throw nature, makes it valiant. Plenty and peace ? 'breed cowards, hardness ever Of hardiness is mother. Ho! who's here?
any thing that's civil, speak; if savage, 8 'Take, or yield food : 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, Grant such a foe, good heav'ns ! [She goes into the Cave.
Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Guid. I'm throughly weary.
Guid. There is cold meat i' th' cave, we'll brouze on
[Looking in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think It were a Fairy
Guid. What's the matter, Sir ?
8 Take or lend
Ho! no answer ?
An earthly paragon. Behold divineness
Guid. Money, youth?
Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt !
Imo. I fee you're angry :
Bel. Whither bound?
Imo. Fidele, Şir; I have a kinsman, who
Bel. Prythee, fair youth,
Guid. Were you a woman, youth,
Arv. I'll make't my comfort
He 9 What's your name?
i he embark'd i I bid for you, as I do buy.