Pisanio. Well, my good lord.
Cloten. Wilt thou serve me?
Pisanio. Sir, I will.

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

tress.

Cloten. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither; let it be thy first service; go. Pisanio. I shall, my lord.

[Exit PISANIO. Cloten. Meet thee at Milford Haven: -Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee.-I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person. With that suit upon my back, will I first kill him, and in her eyes: He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, when my appetite hath dined, to the court I'll foot her home again. My revenge is now at Milford :-'Would I had wings to follow it!

[Exit.

SCENE II.

Wales.

The Forest and Cave.

Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes.

Imog. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: I have tired myself; and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me.-Milford,

When from the mountain top Pisanio show'd thee,

Thou wast within a ken:

Two beggars told me,

I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie,
That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis
A punishment, or trial? Yes: no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true:

My dear lord!

Thou art one o' the false ones: Now I think on thee, My hunger's gone; but even before I was

At point to sink for food. But what is this?
'Tis some savage hold:

I were best not call: I dare not call: yet famine,
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother.-Ho!-who's here ?
If any thing that's civil, speak.

Ho! No answer? then I'll 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! [She goes into 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:

Come, our stomachs

Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth

Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be here,

Poor house, that keep'st thyself!

[Goes towards the Cave.

Guid. I am throughly weary.

Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Guid. There's cold meat i'the cave; we ll browse on that

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

Bel. Stay; come not in :

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

Guid. What's the matter, sir?

Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon!-Behold divineness No elder than a boy!

Enter IMOGEN.

Imog. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought To have begg❜d, or bought, what I have took: Good troth,

I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had found

Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here's money for thy meat: I would have left it on the board, so soon

As I had made my meal; and parted

With prayers for the provider.

Arv. Money, youth?

Guid. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those

Who worship dirty gods.

Imog. I see, you are angry;

Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died, had I not made it.

Bel. Whither bound?

Imog. To Milford Haven, sir.
Bel. What is your name?

Imog. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who
Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fallen in this offence.

Bel. 'Prythee, fair youth,

Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer

F

Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.
Boys, bid him welcome.

Arv. I'll love him as my brother :-
And such a welcome as I'd give to him,
After long absence, such is yours.
Guid. Most welcome!

Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
Imog. [Aside.] '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. He wrings at some distress.
Guid. 'Would I could free't!

Arv. Or I; whate'er it be,

What pain it cost, what danger!

Bel. Hark, boys!

Imog. Great men,

[Whispering them.

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 differing multitudes,)

Could not outpeer these twain. Pardon me, gods! I'd change my sex to be companion with them, Since Leonatus, false

Bel. It shall be so:

Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in : Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,

So far as thou wilt speak it.

Guid. 'Pray, draw near.

Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark,

less welcome.

Imog. Thanks, sir.

Arv. I pray, draw near.

[Exeunt into the Care.

SCENE III.

The Forest, near the Cave.

Enter CLOTen.

Cloten. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly.-How fit his garments serve me! 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 IV.

The Forest and the Cave.

Enter, from the Cave, BELARIUS, Guiderius, ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN.

Bel. You are not well: remain here in the cave; We'll come to you after hunting.