Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none QUEEN. All the better; may This night forestall him of the coming day! Exit QUEEN, L. CLOTEN. I love, and hate her; for she's fair and royal; And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Outsells them all. I love her therefore; but, Disdaining me, 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 Enter PISANIO, R. Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah? Thou art straightway with the fiends. PISAN. I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? CLOTEN. Where is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting; satisfy me home PISAN. O, my all-worthy lord! CLOTEN. All-worthy villain ! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word,-No more of "worthy lord,"- Thy condemnation and thy death. PISAN. Then, sir, This paper is the history of my knowledge CLOTEN. Let's see't. I will pursue her PISAN. (aside) She's far enough; and what he learns by this, CLOTEN. (reading) PISAN. PISAN. Well, my good lord. CLOTEN. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. IIast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? PISAN. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. CLOTEN. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither; let it by thy first service; go. PISAN. 1 shall, my lord. Exit, R. I forgot to ask Even there, thou CLOTEN. Meet thee at Milford Haven. him one thing; I'll remember't anon. villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee.-I would these garments were come. She said upon a 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 quali ties. With that suit upon my back will I enforce her: first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my 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 love hath dined, (which, as I 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, Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes, R. Be those the garments? PISAN. Ay, my noble lord. CLOTEN. How long is't since she went to Milford-Haven? PISAN. She can scarce be there yet. CLOTEN. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee; the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford: Would I had wings to follow it!-Come, and be true. Exit, L. PISAN. 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, L. SCENE SECOND. Before the Cave. Sunset. Enter IMOGEN, in boy's clothes, down path, R. 3 E. I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together But that my resolution helps me.-Milford, At point to sink for food.-But what is this? But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. She fearfully goes into the cave, L. 3 E. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS, R. 3 E., the last two carry a deer slung on a spear-they put it down, R. ELAR. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, and Are master of the feast. Cadwal, and I, Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match. ARVIR. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. BELAR. (checking them) GUID. Stay; come not in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think What's the matter, sir? BELAR. By Jupiter, an angel! or if not, An earthly paragon!-Behold divineness No elder than a boy! IMOGEN. They retire to R., making way for IMOGEN, who enter from cave, L. 3 E. Good masters, harm me not. Before I enter'd here I call'd; and thought troth, GUID. I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had found Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here's money for my meat. Money, youth? IMOGEN. I see you are angry. Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should' Whither bound? What is your name? BELAR. IMOGEN. To Milford-Haven. IMOGEN. Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who BELAR. Pr'ythee, fair youth, ARVIR. (crosses) I'll love him as my brother:- GUID. (crosses) Most welcome! Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. 'Mongst friends! To thee, Posthumus. BELAR. He wrings at some distress. GUID. Would I could free 't! ARVIR. Or I; whate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger! Gods! |