That nothing-gift of defering multitudes, Could not out-peer thefe twain-Pardon me, Gods! I'd change my fex to be companion with them, Since Leonatus is falfe. Bel. It fhall be fo: Boys, we'll go drefs our Hunt. Fair youth, come in; Guid. I pray, draw near. Aru. The night to th' owl, and morn to th' lark, lefs welcome! Imo. Thanks, Sir. Arv. I pray, draw near.. SCENE [Exeunt. VIII. 1 Sen. Changes to ROME. Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes. THE HIS is the tenor of the Emperor's Writ; 'Gainft the Pannonians and Dalmatians, Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ? 1 Sen. With those legions Which I have fpoke of, whereunto your Levy Muft be fuppliant. The words of your commiffion Will tie you to the numbers and the time Of their dispatch. Tri.. We will discharge our duty. ACT IV. [Exeunt. SCENE I. I The Forel in Wales. Enter Cloten alone. Am near to th' place where they fhould meet, if Pifanio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his garments ferve me! why fhould his miftrefs, who was made by him that made the taylor, not be fit too? the rather, (faving reverence of the word.), because, 'tis faid, a woman's fitnefs comes by fits. Therein I muft play the workman; I dare fpeak 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 lefs young, more ftrong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike converfant in general fervices and inore remarkable in fingle oppofitions; yet this ill perfeverant thing loves him in my defpight. What mortality is! Pofthumus, thy head, which is now growing upon thy fhoulders, fhall within this hour be off, thy miftrefs enforc'd, thy garments cut to pieces before her face; and all this done, fpurn her home to her father, who may, happily, be a little angry for my fo rough ufage; but my mother, having power of his teftiness, fhall turn all into my commendations. My horfe is ty'd up fafe: out, fword, and to a fore purpofe! fortune put them into my hand; this is the very defcription of their meeting place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit. SCENE Changes to the Front of the Cave. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen, from the Cave. U are not well: remain here in the cave; We'll come t you after hunting. Bel. Arv. Brother, ftay here: Are we not brothers ?. Imo. So man and man should be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, [To Imogen. Whofe duft is both alike. I'm very fick. Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. But not fo citizen a wanton, as To feem to die, ere fick: fo please you, leave me ; Guid. I love thee: I have spoke it; How much the quantity, the weight as much, Bel. What? how? how? Arv. If it be fin to fay fo, Sir, I yoke me Bel. O noble strain ! O worthiness of nature, breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things fire the base: Nature Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace. Arv. Brother, farewel. Imo. I wish ye fport. Arv. You health-fo pleafe you, Sir. Our courtiers fay, all's favage, but at court: I am fick fill, heart-fick-Pifanio, Guid. I could not ftir him; [Drinks out of the phial. He faid, he was gentle, but unfortunate; Arv. Thus did he answer me; yet faid, hereafter I might know more. Bel. To th' field, to th' field : We'll leave you for this time go in and reft. Arv. We'll not be long away. Bel. Pray, be not sick, For you must be our housewife. Imo. Well or ill, I am bound to you.. Bel. And fhall be ever. [Exit Imogen, to the Cave. ( This youth, howe'er, diftréfs'd, appears to have had Good ancestors. Arv. How angel-like he fings! Guid. But his neat cookery! Arv. He cut our roots in characters; And fauc'd our broth, as Juno had been fick, Aru. Nobly he yokes A fmiling with a figh, as if the figh Was that it was, for not being fuch a fmile: The The fmile mocking the figh, that it would fly Guid. I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Aru. Grow, Patience! And let the ftinking Elder, Grief, untwine Clot. I Cannot find those runagates: that villain Bel. Those runagates! Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis Cloten, the fon o' th' Queen; I fear fome ambush- I know, 'tis he: we're held as Out-laws; hence. [Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus. Clot. Soft! what are you, That fly me thus ? fome villain-mountaineer.. I've heard of fuch. Guid. A thing What flave art thou? More flavish did I ne'er, than answering A flave without a knock. Clot. Thou art a robber, A law-breaker, a villain; yield thee, thief. Guid. To whom? 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 |