Clo. 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 160 now at Milford: would I had wings to follow it! Come, and be true. [Exit. Pis. Thou bid'st me to my loss: for true to thee Were to prove false, which I will never be, [Exit. SCENE VI. Wales. Before the cave of Belarius. Enter IMOGEN, in boy's clothes. Imo. I see a man's life is a tedious one: I have tired myself, and for two nights together sick, But that my resolution helps me. Milford, When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, me I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie, A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder, 10 7. Foundations, fixed places (with a play upon the sense: charitable establishments). When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars. thee, My dear lord! Now I think on My hunger's gone; but even before, I was enter. Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on 't. Such a foe, good heavens ! [Exit, to the cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. You, Polydore, have proved best woodman and Are master of the feast: Cadwal and I Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match: 12. To lapse in fulness, to be false in the midst of abundance. 17. for, for want of. 21. hardness, hardship. 23. civil, civilised. 24. Take or lend, take payment, or give me (food). v. 48, where she would 20 30 'bought' or 'begged' the food.) The ellipse is harsh, and not quite clear; but Imogen's preoccupation with the thought of food makes it very natural. (Cf. have 27. Such a foe, i.e. send me such a foe! 28. woodman, hunter. Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here, Gui. I am throughly weary. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. browse on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. we 'll Bel. [Looking into the cave] Stay; come not in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think 40 Here were a fairy. Gui. What's the matter, sir? Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon! Behold divineness No elder than a boy! Re-enter IMOGEN. Imo. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought To have begged or bought what I have took: good troth, I have stol'n nought, nor would not, though I had found Gold strew'd i' the floor. meat: Here's money for my 50 I would have left it on the board so soon As I had made my meal, and parted With prayers for the provider. Gui. Money, youth ? Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those Who worship dirty gods. Imo. I see you're angry : Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should Have died had I not made it. 34. resty, lazy. 55. but of, except by. Bel. Imo. To Milford-Haven. Bel. What's your name? Whither bound? Imo. Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who Prithee, fair youth, Bel. Gui. 60 Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty, 70 I bid for you as I'ld buy. I'll make 't my comfort Arv. After long absence, such is yours: most welcome! Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. Imo. If brothers. they 'Mongst friends, [Aside] Would it had been so, that Had been my father's sons! then had my prize Been less, and so more equal ballasting To thee, Posthumus. Bel. He wrings at some distress. Or I, whate'er it be, 80 Gui. Would I could free 't! What pain it cost, what danger. Gods! That had a court no bigger than this cave, That did attend themselves and had the virtue Pardon me, gods! I'ld change my sex to be companion with them, Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in: Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, So far as thou wilt speak it. Gui. Pray, draw near. Arv. The night to the owl and morn to the lark less welcome. Imo. Thanks, sir. Arv. I pray, draw near. [Exeunt. 90 SCENE VII. Rome. A public place. Enter two Senators and Tribunes. First Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ: That since the common men are now in action And that the legions now in Gallia are 86. 'The worthless honour they receive from the unbalanced, incoherent, wavering multitude.' 90. hunt, quarry. |