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Pis. First, make yourself but like one. His war for Britain. Fore-thinking this, I have already fit


'Tis not sleepy business ; ('Tis in my cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. That answer to them: Would you, in their serving, Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus, And with what imitation you can borrow

Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen,
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd
Present yourself, desire his service, tell him Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'a
Wherein you are happyl (which you'll make him | The duty of the day : She looks us like

A thing more made of malice, than of duty:
If that his head have ear in music,) doubtless, We have noted it.--Call her before us; for
With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, We have been too slight in sufferance.
And, doubling that, most boly. Your means abroad

[Exit an Attendant. You have me,2 rich; and I will never fail


Royal sir, Beginning, nor supplyment.

Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd
Thou art all the comfort || Hath her life been ; the cure whereof, my lord,
The gods will diet me with. Pr’ythee, away : 'Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty,
There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady
All that good time will give us : This attempt So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
I'm soldier to,3 and will abide it with

And strokes death to her.
A prince's courage. Away, I pr’ythee.
Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell:

Re-enter an Attendant.
Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of

Сут. Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,

Where is she, sir? How

. Here is a box ; I had it from the queen;

Can her contempt be answer'd?

Please you, sir, What's in't is precious ; if you are sick at sea,

Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this Will drive away distemper. - To some shade,

That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make. And fit you to your manhood :-May the gods

Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, Direct you to the best!

She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close
Amen: I thank thee.

Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,

She should that duty leave unpaid to you,

Which daily she was bound to proffer: this SCENE V.-A room in Cymbeline's palace. She wish'd ine to make known; but our great court

Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Made me to blame in memory.


Her doors lock'd! Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.

Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Luc. Thanks, royal sir. ||Prove false !

[Exit. My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence;

Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. And am right sorry, that I must report ye

Člo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, My master's enemy.

I have not seen these two days.
Our subjects, sir,

Queen. Go, look after.- [Exit Cloten, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself

Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus ! To show less sovereignty than they, must needs

He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence
Appear unkinglike.

Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes
So, sir, I desire of you

It is a thing most precious. But for her,
A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven. -

Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; Madam, all joy befall your grace, and you !

Or, winy'd with fervour of her love, she's flown Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that of-To her desir'd Posthumus : Gone she is,

To death, or to dishonour; and my end The due of honour in no point omit:

Can make good use of either : She being down, So, farewell, noble Lucius.

I have the placing of the British crown.
Your hand, my lord.

Re-enter Cloten.
Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth
I wear it as your enemy.

How now, my son?
Sir, the event


'Tis certain, she is filed : Is yet to name the winner; Fare you well. Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my Dare come about him. lords,


All the better : May Till he have cross'd the Severn.—Happiness ! This night fcrestall him of the coming day! (Exeunt Lucius, and Lords.

Exit Queen. Queen. He goes hence frowning : but it honours Clo. I love, and hate her: for she's fair and royal; us,

And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite That we have given him cause.

Than lady, ladies, woman :1 from every one Clo.

'Tis all the better ; || The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Outsells them all : I love her therefore ; But,

Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor Disdaining ine, and throwing favours on How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment, Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness : That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point, The powers that he already hath in Gallia I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools (1) i. e. Wherein you are accomplished.

(3) Equal to. (2) As for your subsistence abroad, you may re- (4) Than any lady, than all ladies, than all ly on me.

I womankind.


Enter Pisanio.

valour, which will then be a torment to her conShall-Who is here? What! are you packing, tempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultsirrah?

ment ended on his dead body, -and when my lust Come hither: Ah, you precious pander! Villain,

hath dined (which, as I say, to vex her, I will exeWhere is thy lady? In a word ; or else

cute in the clothes that she so praised,) to the court Thou art straightway with the fiends.

I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She Pis.

O, good my lord: bath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter

my revenge. I will not ask again. Close villain,

Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes.
I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip
Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus?

Be those the garments ?
From whose so many weights of baseness cannot

Pis. Ay, my noble lord. A dram of worth be drawn.

Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford


Alas, my lord,
How can she be with him? When was she miss'd ?

Pis. She can scarce be there yet.
He is in Rome.

Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is Clo. 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 Pis. O, my all-worthy lord!

tender itself to thee.-My revenge is now at MilClo.

All-worthy villain : ford; 'Would I had wings to follow it!-Come,

and be true. Discover where thy mistress is, at once,

(Exit. At the next word, -No more of worthy lord,

Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss : for true to thee, Speak, or thy silence on the instant is

Were to prove false, which I will never be, Thy condemnation and thy death.

To him that is most true.-To Milford go, Pis.

Then, sir,

And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, This paper is the history of my knowledge,

You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Touching her flight. (Presenting a letter. || Be cross'd with slowness ; labour be his meed! Clo. Let's see't :- I will pursue her

(Exit. Even to Augustus' throne.

SCENE VI.-Before the cave of Belarius. En Pis. Or this, or perish.

ter Imogen, in boy's clothes. She's far enough ; and what he leams by this,

Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one:
May prove his travel, not her danger. (Aside.


I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O. Imogen, But that my resolution helps me.- Milford,

Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again!


When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,

Thou wast within a ken: 0 Jove ! I think,
Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true?

Foundations fly the wretched : such, I mean,
Sir, as I think.

Two beggars told thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true ser:|| I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.—Sirrah, if | Where they should be reliev'd

me, vice ; undergo those employments, wherein I should | That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis have cause to use thee, with a serious industry, that is, what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to per-| When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in fulness

A punishment, or trial ? Yes; no wonder, form it, directly and truly,- I would think thee an

Is honest man: thou shouldest neither want my means


than to lie for need; and falsehood for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment.

Is worse in kings, than beggars.--My dear lord ! Pis. Well, my good lord.

Thou art one o'the false ones : Now I think on thee, and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold: Çlo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently My hunger's gone ; but even before, I was

At point to sink for food. —But what is this? of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in tbe I were best not call; I dare not call: yet famine, course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me?

Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. Pis. Sir, I will.

Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards ; hardness ever Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast of hardiness is mother.-Ho! who's here? any of thy late master's garments in thy possession ? Take, or lend.—Ho !-No

answer? then I'll enter,

any thing that's civil, speak; if savage, Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same || Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.

But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look un't. Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that|| Such a foe, good heavens! (She goes into the cave. suit hither: let it be thy first service ; go.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Pis. I shall, my lord.

[Exit. Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :-I forgot to

Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman,

and ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon :-Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee.--1||Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, would these garments were come. She said upon a The sweat of industry would dry, and die,

Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match :2. time (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) | But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs that she held the very garment of Posthumus in || Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness more respect than my noble and natural gether with the adornment of my qualities. With

Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First Finds the down pillow hard.—Now, peace be here, kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my

Poor house, that keep'st thyself!

'I am throughly weary. (1) Best hunter. (2) Agreement

Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.

3 E

person, to


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, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.

We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,

Stay; come not in : | So far as thou wilt speak it.
(Looking in Gui.

Pray, draw near. But that it eats our victuals, I should think

Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, Here were a fairy.

less welcome. Gui. What's the matter, sir?

Imo. Thanks, sir. Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,


I pray, draw near. (Exeunt. An earthly paragon! Behold divineness No elder than a boy!

SCENE VII.-Rome. Enter two Senators and

Enter Imogen.

1 Sen. This is the tenor of the emperor's writ: Imo. Good masters, harm me not :

That since the common men are now in action Before I enter'd here, I call’d; and thought

'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians; To bave begg'd, or bought, what I have took : And that the legions now in Gallia are

Good troth,
I have stolen nought'; nor would not, though I had| The fallen off Britons ; that we do incite

Full weak to undertake our wars against
Gold strew'd o'the floor. Here's money for my | Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes,

The gentry to this business : He creates meat : I would have left it on the board, so soon

For this immediate levy, he commands

His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar! As I had made my meal; and parted

Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ? With prayers for the provider.

2 Sen.

Ay Gui.

Money, youth?

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt !

1 Sen.

With those legions As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those

Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy. Who worship dirty gods.

Must be supplyalt: The words of your commission Imo. I see, you are angry :

Will tie you to the numbers, and ibe time Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should

Of their despatch. Have died, had I not made it.


We will discharge our duty. Bel. Whither bound?

(Exeunt Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir. Bel.

What is your name?
Imo. Fidele, sir : I have a kinsman, who
Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;

To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, SCENE 1.The forest, near the cave. Enter
I am fallen in this offence.

Cloten. Bel.

Pr'ythee, fair youth, Think us no churls ; nor measure our good minds, Clo. I am near to the place where they should By this rude place we live in. Well encountered meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.- was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit Boys, bid him welcome.

too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for3 Gui.

Were you a woman, youth, 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I should woo hard, but be your groom. —In honesty, I must play the workman.

I dare speak it to myI bid for you, as I'd buy.

self (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass Arv.

I'll make't my comfort, to confer; in his own chamber, I mean,) the lines He is a man; I'll love him as my brother :- of my body are as well drawn as his ; no less

young, And such a welcome as I'd give to him, more strong, not beneath him in førtunes, beyond After long absence, such is yours:-Most welcome! hiin in the advantage of the time, above him in Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. birth, alike conversant in general services, and more Imo.

'Mongst friends remarkable in single oppositions : 4 yet this imperIf brothers ?--'Would it had been so, that they severant thing loves him in my despite. What Had been my father's sons ! then had my prize mortality is ! Posthumus, thy head, which now is Been less ; and so more equal ballasting

growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour To thee, Posthumus.

( off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to Bel.

He wrings at some distress. I pieces before thy face : and all this done, spurn her Gui. 'Would, I could free't!

home to her father : who may, haply, be a little Arv.

Or I; whate'er it be, angry for my so rough usage: but my mother, What pain it cost, what danger! Gods ! having power of his testiness, shall turn all into Bel.

Hark, boys. my commendations. My horse is tied up safe : [Whispering. Out, sword, and to a sore purpose ! Fortune, put

them into my hand! This is the very description That had a court no bigger than this cave, of their meeting-place; and the fellow dares not That did attend themselves, and had the virtue

deceive me.

(Exit. Which their own conscience seald them, (laying by SCENE II.Before the cave. Exter, from the That nothing gift of differing2 multitudes,) Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!

cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and ImoI'd change my sex to be companion with them,

gen. Since Leonatus false.

Bel. You are not well : (To Imogen.) remain
It shall be so:

here in the cave;
(1) In, for into.
(2) Unsteady.

(3) i. e. Because. (4) In single combat.

Imo. Great men,

I do note,



We'll come to you after bunting.

From so divine a temple, to commix Arv.

Brother, stay here: With winds that sailors rail at.

[To Imogen. Gui. Are we not brothers ?

That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Imo.

So man and man should be ; || Mingle their spürs4 together. But clay and clay differs in dignity,


Grow, patience! Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine

Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. His perishing root, with the increasing vine !

Imo. So sick I am not ;---yet am I not well : Bel. It is great morning. Come; away.-Who's But not so citizen a wanton, as

there? To seem to die, ere sick: So please you leave me;

Enter Cloten. Stick to your journall course : the breach of custom Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Cannot amend me : Society is no comfort

Hath mock'd me: I am faint. 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,


yet Gui.

I love thee; I have spoke it : I know 'tis he:- We are held as outlaws:-Hence. How much the quantity, the weight as much, Gui. He is but one: You and lay brother search As I do love my father.

What companies are near: pray you, away ;, Bel.

What? how? how? Let me alone with him. (Ere. Bel. and Arv. Aru. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me


Soft! What are you In my good brother's fault: I know not why That fly me thus ? some villain mountaineers ? I love this youth ; and I have heard you say,

I have heard of such.-What slave art thou? Love's reason's without reason ; the bier at door, Gui.

A thing And a demand who is't shall die, I'd

More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
My father, not this youth.

A slave, without a knock.
O noble strain! (Aside. Clo.

Thou art a robber, worthiness of nature! breed of greatness ! A law-breaker, a villain : Yield thee, thief. Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base : Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou? Have Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace.

not I I am not their father; yet who this should be, An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big? Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.

Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not 'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn.

My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art;

Brother, farewell. Why I should yield to thee? Imo. I wish ye sport.


Thou villain base, Arv. You health.—So please you, sir. Know'st me not by my clothes ? Imo. (Aside. These are kind creatures. Gods, Gui.

No, nor thy tailor, rascal, what lies I have heard !

Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes, Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court: Which, as it seems, make thee. Experience, 0, thou disprov'st report !


Thou precious varlet, The imperious2 seas breed monsters; for the dish, My tailor made them not. Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.

Hence then, and thank I am sick still; heart-sick :-Pisanio,

The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; I'll now taste of thy drug.

I am loath to beat thee.
I could not stir him: Clo.

Thou injurious thief,
He said, he was gentle,3 but unfortunate; Hear but my name, and tremble.
Dishonestly afflicted, but


What's thy name? Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter Clo. Cloten, thou villain. I might know more.

Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, Bel.

To the field, to the field :- I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider, We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. 'Twould move me sooner. Arv. We'll not be long away,


To thy further fear, Bel.

Pray, be not sick, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
For you must be our housewife.

I'm son to the queen.
Well, or ill, Gui.

I'm sorry fort; not seeming I am bound to you.

So worthy as thy birth.
And so shalt be ever.


Art not afear'd ? [Exit Imogen Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath had

wise : Good ancestors.

At fools I laugh, not fear them.
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 sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads ; And he her dieter.

Yield, rustic mountaineer. (Exeunt, fighting. Aro. Nobly he yokes

Enter Belarius and Arviragus.
A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile ; Bel. No company's abroad.
The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him,

(1) Keep your daily course.
(2) Imperial. (3) Well-born.

(4) Spurs are the roots of trees.


yet honest.



Bel. I cannot tell : Long is it since I saw him, Arv.

'Would I had done't, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour' || So the revenge alone pursued me!-Polydore, Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, I love thee brotherly ; but envy much, And burst of speaking, were as his : I am absolute, | Thou hast robb’d me of this deed: Iwould, revenges, 'Twas very Cloten.

That possible strength might meet, would seek us Arv. In this place we left them:

through, I wish my brother make good time with him, And put us to our answer. You say he is so fell.


Well, 'tis done :Bel.

Being scarce made up, We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Where there's no profit. I pr’ythee, to our rock ; Of roaring terrors: for the effect of judgment You and Fidele play the cooks : I'll stay Is oft the cause of fear : But see, thy brother. Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him

To dinner presently. Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head.


Poor sick Fidele! Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse, I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour, There was no money in't: Not Hercules

I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood, Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none: And praise myself for charity.

(Exit. Bet I not doing this, the fool had borne


O thou goddess, My head as I do his.

Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st Bel.

What hast thou done? In these two princely boys! They are as gentle Gui. I am perfect,2 what: cut off one Cloten's || As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, head,

Not wagging his sweat head : and yet as rough, Son to the queen, after his own report;

Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind, Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, With his own single hand he'd take us in,3 And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, Displace our heads, where (thank the gods !) they That an invisible instinct should frame them grow,

To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught; And set them on Lud's town.

Civility not seen from other; valour, Bel.

We are all undone. That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, | As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange
But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law What Cloten's being here to us portends;
Protects not us : Then why should we be tender, l| Or what his death will bring us.
To let an arrogant piece of fesh threat us;

Re-enter Guiderius.
Play judge, and executioner, all himself;
Forf we do fear the law? What company


Where's my brother? Discover you abroad?

I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, Bel. No single soul

In embassy to his mother; his body's hostage Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason,

For his return.

(Solemn music. He must have some attendants. Though his humour Bel.

My ingenious instrument ! Was nothing but mutation ;5 ay, and that Hark, Polydore, it sounds ! But what occasion From one bad thing to worse ; not frenzy, not Hath Cadwal now to give it motion ? Hark! Absolute madness could so far have rav'd,

Gui. Is he at home? To bring him here alone : Although, perhaps,


He went hence even now. It may be heard at court, that such as we

Gui. What does he mean? since death of my Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time

dear'st mother May make some stronger head: the which he || It did not speak before. All solemn things hearing

Should answer solemn accidents. The matter? (As it is like him,) might break out, and swear Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys, He'd fetch us in ; yet is't not probable

Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys. To come alone, either he so undertaking, Is Cadwal mad? Or they so suffering : then on good ground we fear, Re-enter Arviragus, bearing Imogen as dead in his If we do fear this body hath a tail More perilous than the head. Arv.

Let ordinance


Look, here he comes, Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er,

And brings the dire occasion in his arms, My brother hath done well.

Of what we blame him for!

I had no mind

The bird is dead, To hunt this day : the boy Fidele's sickness That we have made so much on. I had rather Did make my way long forth.6

Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, Gui.

With his own sword, || To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch, Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en | Than have seen this. His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek Gui.

O sweetest, fairest lily! Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,

My brother wears thee not the one half so well, And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son,

As when thou grew'st thyself. That's all I reck.7

(Exit. Bel.

O, melancholy! Bel.

I fear, 'twill be reveng'd: Who ever yet could sound thy bottom ? find 'Would, Polydore, thou had’st not done't? though || The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crarelo valour

Might easiliest harbour in !- Thou blessed thing! Becomes thee well enough.

Jove knows what man thou might'st have made ;

but I, (1) Countenance. 12) I am well-informed what.

(6) Did make my walk tedious. (3) Conquer, subdue.

(4) For, because (7) Care. (8) Regain, restore. (9) Trifles. (5) Change, alteration.

(10) A slow-sailing, unwieldy vessel.


Cloten :

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