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Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion;
And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,
I must be ripp'd:-to pieces with me!----O,
Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought
Put on for villany; not born, where't grows;
But worn, a bait for ladies..

Pis.
Good madam, hear me.
Imo. True honest men being heard, like false
Æneas,

Were, in his time, thought false and Sinon's weeping

Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity
From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Posthú-
mus,

Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;
Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and perjur'd,
From thy great fail.-Come, fellow, be thou honest:
Do thou thy master's bidding: When thou see'st him,|
A little witness my obedience: Look!

I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart:
Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief:
Thy master is not there; who was, indeed,
The riches of it: Do his bidding; strike.
Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause;
But now thou seem'st a coward.
Pis.
Hence, vile instrument!
Thou shalt not damn my hand.
Imo.

Why, I must die; And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, That cravens2 my weak hand. Come, here's my heart;

Something's afore't:-Soft, soft; we'll no defence;
Obedient as the scabbard.-What is here?
The scriptures3 of the loyal Leonatus,
All turned to heresy? Away, away,
Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more
Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools
Believe false teachers: Though those that are be-
tray'd

Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Stands in worse case of wo.

And thou, Posthúmus, thou that didst set up
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father,
And make me put into contempt the suits
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself,
To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her
That now thou tir'st4 on, how thy memory
Will then be pang'd by me.-Prythee, despatch:
The lamb entreats the butcher: Where's thy knife?
Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
When I desire it too.

Pis.

O gracious lady, Since I receiv'd command to do this business, I have not slept one wink. Imo. Do't, and to bed then. Pis. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. Imo. Wherefore then Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd So many miles, with a pretence? this place? Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour? The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court, For my being absent; whereunto I never Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far, To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand, The elected deer before thee?

(1) Likeness. (2) Cowards. (3) The writings.

Pis.
But to win time
To lose so bad employment: in the which
I have consider'd of a course; Good lady,
Hear me with patience.

Imo.
Talk thy tongue weary; speak:
I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear,
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.

Pis. Then, madam, I thought you would not back again. Imo

Most like;

Bringing me here to kill me.

Pis.
Not so, neither:
But if I were as wise as honest, then
My purpose would prove well. It cannot be,
But that my master is abus'd:
Some villain, ay, and singular in his art,
Hath done you both this cursed injury.
Imo. Some Roman courtezan.
Pis.

No, on my life. I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded I should do so: You shall be miss'd at court, And that will well confirm it.

Imo. Why, good fellow, What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live? Or in my life what comfort, when I am Dead to my husband?

Pis. If you'll back to the court,Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing: That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege. Pis. If not at court, Then not in Britain must you bide. Imo. Where then? Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night, Are they not but in Britain? I'the world's volume Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it; In a great pool, a swan's nest; Pr'ythee, think There's livers out of Britain.

Pis. I am most glad You think of other place. The embassador, Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind Dark as your fortune is; and but disguise That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be, But by self-danger; you should tread a course Pretty, and full of view: yea, haply, near The residence of Posthumus: so nigh, at least, That though his actions were not visible, yet Report should render him hourly to your ear, As truly as he moves.

Imo. O, for such means! Though peril to my modesty, not death on't, I would adventure.

Pis.

Well then, here's the point: You must forget to be a woman; change Command into obedience; fear, and niceness, (The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, Woman its pretty self,) to a waggish courage; Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and As quarrelous as the weasel: nay, you must Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek, Exposing it (but, O, the harder heart! Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch Of common-kissing Titan ;5 and forget Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein You made great Juno angry.

Imo.

I see into thy end, and am almost A man already.

(4) Feedest or preyest on.

Nay, be brief:

(5) The sub

Pis.
First, make yourself but like one.
Fore-thinking this, I have already fit
('Tis in my cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all
That answer to them: Would you, in their serving,
And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
Present yourself, desire his service, tell him
Wherein you are happy1 (which you'll make him
know,

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If that his head have ear in music,) doubtless,
With joy he will embrace you; for he's honour ble,
And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad
You have me,2 rich; and I will never fail
Beginning, nor supplyment.

Imo.
Thou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away:
There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even
All that good time will give us: This attempt
I'm soldier to,3 and will abide it with

A prince's courage. Away, I pr'y thee.

Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell:
Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of
Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
Here is a box; I had it from the queen;
What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea,
Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
Will drive away distemper.-To some shade,
And fit you to your manhood:-May the gods
Direct you to the best!

Imo.

Amen: I thank thee.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V-A room in Cymbeline's palace.
Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and
Lords.

Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.
Luc.
Thanks, royal sir.
My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence;
And am right sorry, that I must report ye
My master's enemy.

Cym.
Our subjects, sir,
Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself
To show less sovereignty than they, must needs
Appear unkinglike.

Luc.

Luc.

Your hand, my lord. Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy.

Luc.

Sir, the event

Is yet to name the winner; Fare you well.
Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my
lords,

Till he have cross'd the Severn.-Happiness!
[Exeunt Lucius, and Lords.
Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours

us,

That we have given him cause.

So, sir, I desire of you
A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven.-
Madam, all joy befall your grace, and you!
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that of To her desir'd Posthúmus: Gone she is,

To death, or to dishonour; and my end

fice; The due of honour in no point omit:So, farewell, noble Lucius.

Clo.
'Tis all the better;
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor
How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely,
Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness:
The
powers that he already hath in Gallia
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves

(1) i. e. Wherein you are accomplished. (2) As for your subsistence abroad, you may rely on me.

His war for Britain.
Queen.
'Tis not sleepy business;
But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly.
Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus,
Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen,
Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd
Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd
The duty of the day: She looks us like
A thing more made of malice, than of duty:
We have noted it.-Call her before us; for
We have been too slight in sufferance.
[Exit an Attendant.
Royal sir,

Queen.

Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd
Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord,
'Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty,
Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady
So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her.

Re-enter an Attendant.

Cym.

Where is she, sir? How

Can her contempt be answer'd?
Attend.
Please you, sir,
Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer
That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make.
Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her,
She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close
Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,
She should that duty leave unpaid to you,
Which daily she was bound to proffer: this
She wish'd me to make known; but our great court
Made me to blame in memory.

Cym.

Her doors lock'd?
Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear,
Prove false!
[Exit.
Queen. Son, I say, follow the king.
Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant,
I have not seen these two days.

Queen.
Go, look after.- [Exit Cloten,
Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!—
He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence
Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes
It is a thing most precious. But for her,
Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her;
Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown

Can make good use of either: She being down,
I have the placing of the British crown.

Re-enter Cloten.

How now, my son?
Clo.
'Tis certain, she is fled:
Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none
Dare come about him.

Queen.
All the better: May
This night forestall him of the coming day!
[Exit Queen.
Clo. I love, and hate her: for she's fair and royal;
And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Than lady, ladies, woman 4 from every one
The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
Outsells them all: I love her therefore; But,
Disdaining ine, and throwing favours on
The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment,
That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point,
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools

(3) Equal to.

(4) Than any lady, than all ladies, than all

womankind

Enter Pisanio.

Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing,

sirrah?

Come hither: Ah, you precious pander! Villain,
Where is thy lady? In a word; or else
Thou art straightway with the fiends.
O, good my
Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter
I will not ask again. Close villain,

Pis.

lord!

I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip
Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus?
From whose so many weights of baseness cannot
A dram of worth be drawn.

Pis.

Alas, my lord,
How can she be with him? When was she miss'd?
He is in Rome.
Clo.

Pis. O, my all-worthy lord!
Clo.
All-worthy villain!
Discover where thy mistress is, at once,
At the next word,-No more of worthy lord,-
Speak, or thy silence on the instant is
Thy condemnation and thy death.

Clo.

Pis.
Then, sir,
This paper is the history of my knowledge,
Touching her flight. [Presenting a letter.
Let's see't:-I will pursue her
Even to Augustus' throne.
Pis.
Or this, or perish.
She's far enough; and what he learns by this,
May prove his travel, not her danger.
Člo.

[Aside.
Humph!

Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again!

[Aside.

Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true?
Pis.

Sir, as I think. Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.-Sirrah, if thou would'st 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 villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,—I would think thee an honest man: thou shouldest neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment.

Pis. Well, my good lord.

Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me?

Pis. She can scarce be there yet.

Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is
Where is she, sir? Come nearer; third is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute to my
the second thing that I have commanded thee: the
No further halting: satisfy me home,
What is become of her?

design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall
tender itself to thee.-My revenge is now at Mil-
ford; 'Would I had wings to follow it!-Come,
and be true.
[Exit.
Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for true to thee,
Were to prove false, which I will never be,
To him that is most true.-To Milford go,
And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow,
You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed
Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed!
[Exit.
SCENE VI.-Before the cave of Belarius. En-
ter Imogen, in boy's clothes.

Pis. Sir, I will.

Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and

mistress.

Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go.

valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body,-and when my lust hath dined (which, as say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised,) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.

Pis. I shall, my lord.

[Exit.

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Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :-I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon:-Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. would these garments were come. She said upon 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 suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my (1) Best hunter. (2) Agreement.

VOL. II.

Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes.

Be those the garments?

Pis. Ay, my noble lord.

Clo. How long is't since she went to MilfordHaven?

Imo. I

see, a man's life is a tedious one:
I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together
But that my resolution helps me.—)
Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,
-Milford,
When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,
Thou wast within a ken: O Jove! I think,
Foundations fly 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,
A punishment, or trial? Yes; no wonder,
That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis
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.-My dear lord!
Thou art one o'the false ones: Now I think on thee,
At point to sink for food.—But what is this?
My hunger's gone; but even before, I was
Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage

hold:

Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
I were best not call; I dare not call: yet famine,
Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever
of hardiness is mother.-Ho! who's here?
Take, or lend.-Ho!-No answer? then I'll enter.
If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage,
But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy
Such a foe, good heavens! [She goes into the cave.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman,1
and

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Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I,
The sweat of industry would dry, and die,
Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match:2
But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs
Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness
Finds the down pillow hard.--Now, peace be here,
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Poor house, that keep'st thyself!

Gui.
"I am throughly weary.
Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.
3 E

Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
Bel
Stay; come not in:
[Looking in.

Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll browze || Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in:
on that,
Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd,
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak it.

But that it eats our victuals, I should think
Here were a fairy.
Gui.

Gui.
Pray, draw near.
Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark,
less welcome.

What's the matter, sir?
Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon! Behold divineness
No elder than a boy!

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Imo.
I see, you are angry :
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died, had I not made it.

Whither bound?

your name?

Bel.

Pr'ythee, fair youth,
Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds,
By this rude place we live in. Well encountered!
'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer
Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.-
Boys, bid him welcome.

Bel.
Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir.
Bel.
Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who

What is

Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;

ACT IV.

To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, SCENE I.—The forest, near the cave. Enter I am fallen in this offence.

Cloten.

Gui.

Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty, I bid for you, as I'd buy.

Arv.
I'll make't my comfort,
He is a man; I'll love him as my brother :-
And such a welcome as I'd give to him,
After long absence, such is yours:-Most welcome!
Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
Imo.
'Mongst friends!
If brothers?-'Would it had been so, that they
Had been my father's sons! then had my prize
Been less; and so more equal ballasting
To thee, Posthumus.

Bel.

[Aside.
He wrings at some distress.
Gui. 'Would, I could free't!
Arv.
Or I; whate'er it be,
What pain it cost, what danger! Gods!
Bel.
Hark, boys.
[Whispering.

Imo. Great men,
That had a court no bigger than this cave,
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
Which their own conscience seal'd them, (laying by
That nothing gift of differing2 multitudes,)
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
I'd change my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus false.

Bel.

It shall be so:

(1) In, for into.

Imo. Thanks, sir.
Arv.

SCENE VII.-Rome.

(2) Unsteady.

I pray, draw near. [Exeunt. Enter two Senators and Tribunes.

1 Sen. This is the tenor of the emperor's writ:
That since the common men are now in action
'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians;

And that the legions now in Gallia are
Full weak to undertake our wars against
The fallen off Britons; that we do incite
The gentry to this business: He creates
Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes,
For this immediate levy, he commands
His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar!
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces?
2 Sen.

Ay

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?
1 Sen.

With those legions
Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
Must be supplyant: The words of your commission
Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
Of their despatch.

Tri.

We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt

Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped 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) for? 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself (for it is not vain-glory, 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 :4 yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her father: who may, haply, 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 tied 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. [Exit. SCENE II.-Before the cave. Enter, from the cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen.

Bel. You are not well: [To Imogen.] remain here in the cave;

(3) i. e. Because.

(4) In single combat.

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Bel.

What? how? how?
Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault: I know not why
I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love's reason's without reason; the bier at door,
And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say,
My father, not this youth.

To seem to die, ere sick: So please you leave me;
Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom
Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me
Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort
To one not sociable: I'm not very sick,
Those runagates!
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here: Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,
Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush.
Stealing so poorly.
I saw him not these many years, and yet

Bel.

Gui.
I love thee; I have spoke it :
How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my father.

I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:-Hence.
Gui. He is but one: You and my brother search
What companies are near: pray you, away;
Let me alone with him. [Ere. Bel. and Arv.
Clo.
Soft! What are you
That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers?
I have heard of such.-What slave art thou?
Gui.
A thing

Bel.
O noble strain! [Aside.
O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!
Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base:
Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace.
I am not their father; yet who this should be,
Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.--
'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn.

Arv.

Brother, farewell.

Imo. I wish ye sport.
Arv.
You health.-So please you, sir.
Imo. [Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods,
what lies I have heard!

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Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court:
Experience, O, thou disprov'st report!
The imperious2 seas breed monsters; for the dish,
Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.

I am sick still; heart-sick :-Pisanio,

I'll now taste of thy drug.

Gui.
I could not stir him:
He said, he was gentle,3 but unfortunate;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.

Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter
I might know more.

Bel.
To the field, to the field :-
We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest.
Arv. We'll not be long away.
Bel.
For you must be our housewife.
Imo.

Pray, be not sick,

I am bound to you.
Bel.

Well, or ill,
And so shalt be ever.
[Exit Imogen.
This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath had
Good ancestors.

And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick,
And he her dieter.

Arv.

Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile;
The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly

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From so divine a temple, to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
Gui.
That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their spurs4 together.
Arv.
Grow, patience!
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
His perishing root, with the increasing vine!
Bel. It is great morning. Come; away.—Who's
there?

Enter Cloten.

Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Hath mock'd me:-I am faint.

Clo.
To thy further fear,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
I'm son to the queen.

Gui.
I'm sorry for't; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.
Clo.
Art not afear'd?
Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the
wise:
At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Clo.

Arv.

How angel-like he sings!

Die the death: Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in When I have slain thee with my proper hand, characters; I'll follow those that even now fled hence, And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads; Yield, rustic mountaineer. [Exeunt, fighting.

More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
A slave, without a knock.

Clo.
Thou art a robber,
A law-breaker, a villain: Yield thee, thief.
Gui. To who? 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;
Why I should yield to thee?

Clo.

Thou villain base,

Know'st me not by my clothes?
Gui.
No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee.
Clo.
My tailor made them not.
Gui.
The man that gave them thee.
I am loath to beat thee.

Thou precious varlet,

Clo.
Hear but my name, and tremble.
Gui.

What's thy name?

Clo. Cloten, thou villain.

Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider, 'Twould move me sooner.

Hence then, and thank
Thou art some fool;

Thou injurious thief,

Enter Belarius and Arviragus.

Bel. No company's abroad.

Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him,

sure.

(4) Spurs are the roots of trees.

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