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All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd;
A CT IV. SCEN E I.
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, (saving 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; 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 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, spurn her home to her father, who may, happily, 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 tyd 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.
from the cave.
Arv. Brother, stay here:
Imo. So man and man should be,
Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.
Imo. So sick I am not, yet I am not well,
I'm ill, but your being by me
Guid. I love thee: I have spoke it,
father. Bel. What? how? how?
Aro. If it be fin to say so, Sir, I yoak me lo my good brother's fault: I know not why I love this youth, and I have heard you say, Love reasons without reason. The bier at door, And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say “My father, not this youth.
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Bel. Oh noble strain!
Arv. Brother, farewell,
Imo. These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies. I've heard!
(Drinks out of the viol.
Arv. Thus did he answer me; yet faid, hereafter
Bel. To th' field, to th’ field:
Arv. We'll not be long away.
Bel. Pray be not sick, For you
must be our housewife. Imo. Well or ill, I am bound to you.
breed of greatness!
but at court:
Arv. How angel-like he fings ?
Arv. He cut our roots in characters,
Arv. Nobly he yokes
Guid. I do note, That grief and patience rooted in him both, Mingle their · pow'rs together. Bel. It is great morning. Come away: who's there?
S CE N E III.
Clot. Icannot find those runagates: that villain
I am faint.
Guid. He is but one; you and my brother search
Guid. I do note, &c.
Bel. It is, & C.
What companies are near : pray you away,
Clot. Soft, what are you
Guid. A thing
Clot. Thou art a robber,
Guid. To whom? to thee? what art thou have not I
Clot. Thou villain base,
Guid. No nor thy tailor,
Clot. Thou precious varlet !
Guid. Hence then, and thank
Clot. Thou injurious thief,
Guid. What's thy name?
Guid. Cloten, then double villain be thy name,