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A little witness my obedience : look!

II should do so! You shall be miss'd at court,
I draw the sword myself! take it, and hit

And that will well confirm it.
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart ! Imo. Why, good fellow,
Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief! What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live?
Thy master is not there, who was, indeed, Or in my life what comfort, when I am
The riches of it. Do his bidding; strike!

Dead to my husband?
Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause;

Pis. If you'll back to the court, --
But now thou seem'st a coward.

Imo. Nó court, no father! nor no more ado
Pis. Hence, vile instrument!

With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing!
Thou shalt not damu my hand !

That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me
Imo. Why, I must die!

As fearful, as a siege.
And if I do not by thy hand, thou art

Pis. If not at court,
No servant of thy master's! Against self-slaughter Then not in Britain must yon bide.
There is a prohibition so divine,

Imo. Where then ?
That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart! Hath Britain all the sun that shines ? Day, night,
Something's afore't:--Soft, soft! we'll no defeace ! Are they not but in Britain ? I'the world's volume
Obedient as the scabbard! - What is here? Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it;
The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,

In a great pool, a swan's nest; pr’ythec, think
All turn'd to heresy? Away, away,

There's livers out of Britain.
Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more

Pis. I am most glad
Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools You think of other place. The embassador,
Believe false teachers. Though those, that are be- Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven

To-morrow. Now, if you could wear a mind
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Dark as your fortune is; and but disguise
Stands in worse case of woe.

That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be, And thou, Posthúmus, thou that didst set up But by self-danger; you should tread a course My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, Pretty, and full of view: yea, haply, near And make me put into contempt the suits

The residence of Posthumus: so nigh, at least, Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find

That though his actions were not visible, yet It is no act of common passage, but

Report should render him hourly to your ear,
A strain of rareness :•and I grieve myself,

As truly, as he moves.
To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her Imo. O, for such means !
That now thou tir'ston, how thy memory

Though peril to my modesty, not death on't,
Will then be pang'd by me. - Pr'ythee, dispatch! I would adventure.
The lamb entreats the butcher. Where's thy knife? Pis. Well, then, here's the point!
Thou art too slow to do thy mas:er's bidding, You must forget to be a woman; change
When I desire it too.

Command into obedience; fear, and niceness,
Pis. O gracious lady,

(The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, Since I receiv'd command to do this business, Woman its pretty self,) to a waggish courage; I have not slept one wink!

Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
Imo. Do't, and to bed then.

As quarrellous, as the weasel : nay, you must
Pis. I'll make mine eye-balls blind first.

Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Imo. Wherefore then

Exposing it (but, O, the harder heart!
Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch
So many miles, with a pretence? this place? Of common-kissing Titan; and forget
Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour? Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
The time irviting thee? the perturb’d court, You made great Juno angry.
For my being absent; whereunto I never

Ino. Nay, be brief!
Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far, I see into thy end, and am almost
To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand, A man already
The elected deer before thee?

Pis. First, make yourself but like one.
Pis, Bat to win time

Fore-thinking this, I have already fit,
To lose so bad employment: in the which

('Tis in my cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all I have consider'd of a course. Good lady,

That answer to them. Would yon, in their scrring, Hear me with patience!

And with what imitation you can borrow
Inno. Talk thy tongue weary; speak!

From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear, Present yourself, desire bis service, tell him
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, Wherein you are happy, which you'll makehim knor,
Nor tent to bottom that. But speak !

If that his head bave ear in music,) doubtless, Pis. Then, madar,

With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, I thought you would not back again.

And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad Imo. Most like;

You have me, rich; and I will never fail,
Bringing me here to kill me.

Beginning, nor supplyment.
Pis. Not so, neither!

Imo. Thou art all the comfort
But if I were as wise, as honest, then

The gods will diet me with, Peythee away! My purpose would prove well. It cannot be,

There's more to be considered; but we'll even But that my master is abus:d :

All that good time will give us. This attempt Some villaio, ay, and singular in his art,

I'm soldier to, and will abide it with
Hath done you both this cursed injury.

A prince's courage. Away, I proythee!
Imo. Some Roman courtezan.
Pis. No, on my life!

Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewall:

Lest, being miss'd, í be suspected of I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him

Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded Here is a box: I had it from the queen;

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What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, Cym. Her doors lock'd ?
Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this Not seen of late ? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear,
Will drive away distemper.---To some shade, Prove false !

And fit you to your manhood. - May the gods Queen. Son, I say, follow the king !
Direct you to the best!

Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant,
Imo. Amen! I thank thee!

(Exeunt. I have not seen these two days.
Queen. Go, look after! -

(Erit Cloten.
SCENE V. - A room in CYMBELINE's palace. Pisanio, thon that stansl'st so for Posthumns ! -
Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords. He hath a drug of mine : I pray, his absence
Cym. Thus far, and so farewell!

Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes
Luc. Thanks, royal sir !

It is a thing most precious. But for her,
My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence; Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her;
And am right sorry, that I must report ye

Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown
My master's enemy.

To her desir'd Posthumus: gone she is
Cym. Our subjects, sir,

To death, or to dishonour; and my end
Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself Can make good use of either. She being down,
To show less sovereignty than they, must needs I have the placing of the British crown.
Appear unkinglike.

Re-enter Cloten.
Luc. So, sir, I desire of you

How now, my son?
A conduct over-land, to Milford-Haven. -

Clo. 'Tis certain, she is fled :
Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you !

Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office ; Dare come about him.
The due of honour in no point omit:-

Queen. All the better! May
So, farewell, noble Lucius!

This night forestall him of the coming day!
Luc. Your hand, my lord !

(Exit Queen. Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forthclo. I love, and hate her; for she's fair and royal; I wrar it as your enemy.

And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Luc. Sir, the event

Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one
Is yet to name the winner. Fare well !

The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords! Outsells them all : I love her therefore: but,
Till he have cross’d the Severn. — Happiness! Disdaining me, and throwing favours on

(Exeunt Lucius, and Lords. The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment, Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours us, That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point, That we have given him cause.

I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
Clo. 'Tis all the better;

To be reveng’d upon her. For, when fools
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.

Enter PisaniO.
Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah?
How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, Come hither! Ah, you precious pandar! Villain,
Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness : Where is thy lady? In a word; or else
The powers, that he already hath in Gallia, Thou art straightway with the fiends.
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves Pis. O, good my lord!
His war for Britain.

Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter,
Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business;

I will not ask again. Close villain,
But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip
Cym. Our expectation, that it would be thus, Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus ?
Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, From whose so many weights of baseness cannot
Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd

A dram of worth be drawn.
Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd

Pis. Alas, my lord,
The duty of the day. She looks us like

How can she be with him? When was she miss'd ?
A thing more made of malice, than of duty :

He is in Rome.
We have noted it. - Call her before us; for Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer;
We have been too slight in sufferance.

No further halting: satisfy me home,

[Exit an Attendant. What is become of her?
Queen. Royal sir,

Pis. O, my all-worthy lord!
Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd Clo. All-worthy villain !
Hath her life been ; the cure whereof, my lord, Discover where thy mistress is, at once,
'Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty,

At the next word. – No more of worthy lord, -
Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady Speak, or thy silence on the instant is
So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, Thy condemnation and thy death.
And strokes death to her.

Pis. Then, sir,
Re-enter an Attendant.

This paper is the history of my knowledge
Cym. Where is she, sir ? How

Touching her flight.

į Presenting a letter. Can her contempt be answer'd ?

Clo. Let's see't! - I will pursue her
Atten. Please you, sir,

Even to Augustus' throne.
Her chambers are all lock’d; and there's no answer, Pis. Or this, or perish!
That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make. She's far enough; and what he learns

A side.
Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her,
She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; May prove his travel, not her danger.
Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,

cio. Humph!
She should that duty leave unpaid to you,

Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen,
Which daily she was bound to proffer: this Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! [4side.
She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true?
Made me to blame in memory.

Pis. Sir, as I think.

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By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!

I should woo hard, but be your groom. In honests,

Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. - Sirrah, if When rich ones scarce tell true: to lapse in fulness
thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true ser- Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood
vice; undergo those employments, wherein I should Is worse iu kings, than beggars. - My dear lord!
have cause to use thee, with a serious industry, - Thou art one o'the false ones: now I think on thee,
that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to per- My hunger's gone; but even before, I was
form it, directly and truly, --- I would think thee an At point to sink for food. - But what is this?
honest man: thou should'st neither want my means Here is a path to it: 'tis some savage hold:
for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. I were best not call; - I dare not call; yet famine,
Pis. Well, my good lord !

Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For, since patiently and Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards ; hardness ever
constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of of hardiness is mother, -- Ho! who's here?
that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the course If any thing that's civil, speak! if savage,
of gratitude, but be á diligent follower of mine. Take, or lend !--Ho! - No answer? then I'll enter !
Wilt thou serve me?

Best draw my sword, and if mine enemy Pis. Sir, I will

But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any Such a foe, good heavens ! [She goes into the care. of thy late master's garments in thy possession ? Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and Anyiracus.

Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, he wore, when he took leave of my lady and mistress. and

Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, hither ! let it be thy first service; go!

Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match: Pis. I shall, my lord !

[Exit. The sweat of industry would dry, and die, Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven: – I forgot to ask But for the end it works to. Come! our stomachs him one thing; I'll remember't anon. -- Even there, Will make what's homely, savoury. Weariness thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. —- I would, Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth these garments were come. She said upon a time, Findst the down pillow hard. --Now, peace be here, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) Poor house, that keep’st thyself! that she held the very garment of Posthumus in Gui. I am thoroughly weary. more respect, than my noble and natural person, to Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. gether with the adornment of my qualities. With Gui. There is cold nieat i'the cave; we'l browze that suit upon my back, will I ravish her. First kill on that, him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook’d. wliich will then be a torment to her contempt. He Bel. Stay! come not in! on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on But that it eats our victuals, I should thiuk his dead body, - and when my lust hath dined, Here were a fairy. (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the Gui. What's the matter, sir? clothes that she so praised,) to the court I'll knock Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, her back, foot her home again. She hath despised An earthly paragon!- Behold divineness me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.

No elder than a boy!
Re-enter Pisanto, with the clothes.

Enter Imogex.
Be those the garments?

Imo. Good masters, harm me pot! Pis. Ay, my noble lord !

Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford- To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took : good Haven?

troth, Pis. She can scarce be there yet.

I have stolen nonght; nor would not, though I had Clo, Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the found second thing that I have commanded thee: the third Gold strew'd o’the floor. Here's money for my is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute to my design. Bé but dateous, and true preferment shall tender I would have left it on the board, so soon itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford. As I had made my meal; and parted 'Would, I had wings to follow it!— Come, and be with prayers for the provider. true!

(Exit. Gui. Money, youth?
Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for, true to thee, Arv. All gold and silver rather tnrn to dirt!
Were to prove false, which I will never be, As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
To him that is most true. -— To Milford go, Who worship dirty gods.
And find not her, whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, Imo. I see, you are avgry:
You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed! Have died, had I not made it.

[Exit. Bel. Whither bound?

Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir!
SCENE VI. -- Before the cave of BelarIUS. Bel. What is your name?
Enter IMOGEN, in Boys' clothes.

Imo. Fidele, sir! I have a kinsman, who
Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford,
I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, I am fall’n in this offence.
But that my resolution helps me. - Milford, Bel. Pr'ylhee, fair youth,
When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, Think us no churls ; por measure our good minds
Thou wast within a ken: 0 Jove! I think,
Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean, 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer,
Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me, Ere you

depart ; and thanks to stay and eat it.
I could not miss my way. Will poor folks lie, Boys, bid him welcome!
That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis Gui. Were you a woman, youth,
A punishment, or trial? Yes; no wonder,



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I bid for you, as I'd buy.

my body are as well drawn, as his ; vo less young, Arv. I'll make't my comfort,

more strong, not beneath, him in fortunes, beyond Ile is a man; l'll love him as my brother:

him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, And such a welcome, as I'd give to him,

alike conversant in general services, and more reAfter long absence, such as yours. — Most welcome! markable in single oppositions: yet this imperseveBe sprightly, for you fall ’mongst friends. rant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality Imo. 'Mongst friends!

is ! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upou If brothers ? — 'Would it had been so,

thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off'; thy that they

mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before Had been my father's sons? then had Aside. thy face; and all this done, spurn her home to her my prize

father: who may, haply, be a little angry for my so Been less; and so more equal ballasting

rough usage: but my mother, having power of his To thee, Posthumus.

testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. Bel. He wrings at some distress.

My horse is tied up safe. Out, sword, and to a sore Gui. 'Would, I could free't !

purpose! Fortune put them into my 'hand! This is Arv. Or I; whate'er it be,

the very description of their meeting-place; and What pain it cost, wliat danger ! Gods!

the fellow dares not deceive me.

(Exit. Bel. Hark, boys!

Imo. Great men,

SCENE JI. - Before the cave,
That had a court no bigger, than this cave, Enter, from the cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arvi-
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue

RAGUS, and Imogen.
Which their own conscience seald them, (laying by Bel. You are not well: [To Imogen.] remain here
That nothing gift of difl'ering multitudes,)
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods! We'll come to you after hunting.
I'd change my sex to be companion with them, Arv. Bļother, stay here!

(To Imogen. Since Leonatus' false,

Are we not brothers?
Bel. It shall be so !

Imo. So man and man should be;
Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in ! But clay and clay differs in dignity,
Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, Whose dust it both alike. I am very sick.
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,

Gui. Go you to hunting. I'll abide with him.
So far as thou wilt speak it.

Imo. So sick I am not; - yet I am not well:
Cui. Pray, draw near!

But not so citizen a wanton, as
Arv: The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, To seem to die, ere sick. So please you, leave me!
less welcome!

Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom Imo. Thanks, sir!

Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me Arv. I pray, draw near!

[Exeunt. Cannot amend me. Society is no comfort

To one not sociable; I'm not very sick,
SCENE VII. - Rome.

Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here;
Enter two Senators and Tribunes. I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,

Stealing so poorly.
1 Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ:

Gui. I love thee; I have spoke it:
That since the common men are now in action

How much the quantity, the weight as much,
'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians;

As I do love my father.
And that the legions now in Gallia are

Bel. What? how ? how ?
Full weak to undertake our wars against

Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
The fall'n-off Britons; that we do incito

In my good brother's fault: I know not why
The gentry to this business. He creates

I love this youth ; and I have heard you say,
Lucius pro-consul; and to you the tribunes,

Love's reason's without reason; the bier at door,
For this immediate levy, he commands

And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say,
His absolute commis.ion. Long live Caesar!

My father, not this youth.
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ?

Bel. O noble strain !

(Aside. 2 Sen. Ay.

O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness !
Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?

Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: 1 Sen. With those legions

Nature hath meal, and bran ; contempt, and grace.
Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
Must be supplyant. The words of your commission Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me. —

I am not their father; yet who this should be,
Will tie you to the numbers, and the time

'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn.
of their dispatch.

Arv. Brother, farewell!
Tri. We will discharge our duty. (Exeunt.

Imo. I wish you sport!

Arv. You, health !-So please you, sir !

Inno. [ Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods,

what lies I have heard !
The forest, near the cave.

Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court :
Enter Cloter.

Experience, o, thou disprov'st report !
Clo: I am near to the place where they should meet, The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish
if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his gar- Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
ments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was I am sick still; heart-sick. - Pisanio,
made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? I'll now taste of thy drug.
the rather (saving reverence of the word ) for 'tis

Gui. I could not stir him: said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate; must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass to Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, herafter confer; in his own chamber, I mean,) the lines of I might know more.

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Which he did wave against my throat, I have tales

Bel. To the field, to the field!

Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest ! I'm son to the qucen.
Ary. We'll not be long away.

Gui. I'm sorry for’t; not seeming
Bel. Pray, be not sick,

So worthy as thy birth. Foryou must be our housewife.

Clo. Art not afear'd? Imo. Well, or ill,

Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wise : I am bound to you.

At fools I laugh, not fear them. Bel. And so shalt be.ever. (Exit Imogen. Clo. Die the death ! This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath hac? When I have slain thee with my proper hand, Good ancestors.

l'll follow those that even now fled hence, Arv, How angel-like he sings!

And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads: Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in Yield, rustic mountaineer! (Exeunt fighting characters;

And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, Bel. No company's abroad.
And he her dieter.

Arv. None in the world: you did mistake him, sore! Arv. Nobly he yokes

Bel. I cannot tell. Long is it since I saw him, A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh

But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour, Was that it was, for not being such a smile; Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly And burst oft speaking, were as his: I am absolute From so divine a temple, to commix

'Twas very Cloten. With winds, shat sailors rail at.

Arv. In this place we left them: Gui. I do note,

I wish my brother make good time with him, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, You say he is so fell. Mingle their spurs together.

Bel. Being scarce made np, Arv. Grow, patience!

I mean, to man, he had not apprehension And let the stinking elder, grief, antwine

Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment His perishing root, with the increasing vine! Is oft the cause of fear, But see, thy brother! Bel. It is great morning. Come, away!- Who's Re-enter GUIDERHUS, with Cloten's head. there?

Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse, Enter CLOTEN.

There was no money in't: not Hercules Clo. I caynot find those runagates; that yillain Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had node: Hath mock'd me:- I am faiut.

Yet I not doing this, the fool had borue Bel. Those runagates!

My head, as I do his. Means he pot us? I partly know him ; 'tis

Bel. What hast thou done? Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush. Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloter's head, I saw him not these many years, and yet

Son to the queen, after his own report;
I know 'tis he. - We are held as outlaws. — Hence! Who call’d me traitor, mountaineer; add swore,

Gui. He is but one. You and my brother search With his own single hand he'd take us in,
What companies are near: pray you, away, Displace pur heads, where (thank the gods!) thes
Let me alone with him !

[Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus. And set them on Lud's town.
Clo. Soft! what are you

Bel, We are all undone. That fly me thus ? some villain mountaineers ? Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, I have heard of such. - What slave art thou?

But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law Gui. A thing

Protects not us. Then why should we be tender, More slavish did I ne'er, than answering

To let an arrogant piece of Aesh threat us; A slave without a knock.

Play judge, and executioner, all himself;
Clo. Thou art a robber,

For we do fear the law? What company
A law-breaker, a villain! Yield thee, thief! Discover you abroad?
Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou ? Have Bel. No single soul
pot I

Can we set eye on; but, in all safe reason, An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?

He must have some attendants. Though his humour Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not Why I should yield to thee?

Absolute madness could so far have ravid, clo. Thou villain base,

To bring him here alone! Although, perhaps, Know'st me not by my clothes ?

It may be heard at court, that such as we Gui. No, nor thy tailor, rascal!

Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes, May make some stronger head: the which he heariaz, Which, as it seems, make thee.

(As it is like him,) might break out, and swear Clo. Thou precious varlet,

He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable My tailor made them not.

To come alone, either he so undertaking, Gui. Hence then, and thank

Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fea; The man that gave them thee! Thou art some fool; If we do fear this body hath a tail I ain loath to beat thee.

More perilous than the head. Clo. Thou injurious thief,

Arv. Let ordinance Hear but my name, and tremble !

Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, Gui. What's thy name?

My brother had done well.
Clo. Cloten, thou yillain!

Bei. I had no mind
Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness
I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider, Did make my way long forth,
Twould move me sooner.

Gui. With his own sword,
Clo. To thy further fear,

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