Puslapio vaizdai

Could not out-piece these twain. Pardon me Gods,
I'd change my Sex to be Companion with them,
Since Leonatus's falfe.

Bel. It fhall be fo:

Boys, we'll go drefs our Hunt. Fair, you come in;
Difcourfe is heavy, fafting; when we have fupp'd
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy Story.

So far as thou wilt speak it.

Guid. Pray draw near

Arv. The Night to th' Owl,

And Morn to th' Lark lefs welcome.

Imo. Thanks, Sir.

Arv. I pray draw near.



Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes.


1 Sen. This is the Tenor of the Emperor's Writ;
That fince the common Men are now in A&ion
'Gainft the Pannonians, and Dalmatians,
And that the Legions now in Gallia, are
Full weak to undertake our Wars against
The faln-off Britains, that we do incite
The Gentry to this Bufinefs. He creates
Lucius Pro-Conful: and to you the Tribunes
For this immediate Levy, he commands
His abfolute Commiffion. Long live Cafar.
Tri. Is Lucius General of the Forces?
2 Sen. Ay.

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?

1 Sen. With thofe Legions

Which I have spoke 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.



Clos. I


SCENE The Foreft.

Enter Cloten alone.

Am near to th' Place where they fhould meet, if Pifanio have map'd it truly. How fit his Garments ferve me! Why should his Mistress, who was made by him, that made the Tailor, not be fit too? The rather, faving reverence of the Word, for 'tis faid, a Woman's fitnefs comes by fits : Therein I must play the Workman, I dare fpeak it to my felf, for it is Vain-glory for a Man and his Glafs, to confer in his own Chamber; I mean, the Lines of my Body ate 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 Services, and more remarkable in fingle Oppofitions; yet this imperfeverant Thing loves him in my defpight. What Mortality is! Pofthumus, thy Head, which now is growing upon thy Shoulders, fhall within this Hour be off, thy Miftrefs enforc'd, thy Garments cut to pieces before thy Face; and all this done, fpurn her home to her Father, who may, happily, be a little angry for my fo rough ufage; but Mother having power of his Teftiness, shall turn all into my Commendations. My Horfe is ty'd up fafe, out Sword, 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. Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen from the Cave.


Bel. You are not well: Remain here in the Cave, We'll come to you after Hunting,

Arv. Brother, ftay here:

Are we not Brothers?

Imo. So Man and Man fhould be,
But Clay and Clay differs in Dignity,
Whofe Duft is both alike. I am very fick.

Guid. Go you to Hunting, I'll abide with him.
Ime. So fick I am not, yet I am not well,
But not fo Citizen a wanton, as

To seem to die, e'er fick: So please you, leave me,
Stick to your Journal courfe; the breach of Cuftom,
Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me. Society is no Comfort
To one not fociable: I am not very fick,
Since I can reafon of it. Pray you truft me here,
I'll rob none but my felf, and let me die
Stealing fo poorly,

Guid. I love thee: I have spoke it,

How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my Father.

Bel. What? how? how?

Arv. If it be Sin to fay fo, Sir, I yoak me
In my Brother's Fault: I know not why
I love this Youth, and I have heard you fay,
Love's reafon's without reafon. The Bier at Door,
And a demand who is't fhall die, I'd fay

My Father, not this Youth.

Bel. Oh noble Strain!

O worthiness of Nature, breed of Greatnefs!
"Cowards, Father Cowards, and bafe things, Sire base:
"Nature hath Meal and Bran; Contempt and Grace.
I'm not their Father, yet who this should be,

Doth Miracle it felf; lov'd before me!

'Tis the ninth hour o' th' Morn.

Arv. Brother, farewel.

Imo. I wish ye fport.

Arv. You health—

So please you, Sir.

Imo. These are kind Creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard!

Our Courtiers fay, all's favage, but at Court:
Experience, oh how thou difprov'ft Report.

Th' imperious Seas breed Monfters; for the Dish,
Poor Tributary Rivers, as fweet Fish;

I am fick ftill, heart-fick-Pifanio,

I'll now taste of thy Drug.

Guid. I could not ftir him;

[Drinks out of the Viol.


He faid he was gentle, but unfortunate;

Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honeft.

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 fick,

For you must be our Housewife.
Imo. Well or ill,

I am bound to you.

Bel. And halt be ever.

This Youth, how e'er difftrefs'd, appears he hath had

Good Ancestors.

Arv. How Angel-like he fings?

Guid. But his neat Cookery?

Arv. He cut out Roots in Chara&ers,

And fauc'd our Broth, as Juno had been fick,

And he her Dieter.

Arv. Nobly he yokes

A fmiling with a figh: as if the figh

Was that it was, for not being fuch a smile:
The fmile mocking the figh, that it would fly
From fo divine a Temple, to commix
With Winds that Sailors rail at.

Guid. I do note,

That Grief and Patience rooted in them both,
Mingle their Spurs together.

Arv. Grow Patience,

And let the ftinking Elder, Grief, untwine


His perishing Root, with the encreasing Vine.
Bel. It is great Morning. Come away: who's there?
Enter Cloten.

Clot. I cannot find thofe Runagates, that Villain
Hath mock'd me. I am faint.

Bel. Those Runagates!

Means he not us? I partly know him, 'tis
Coten, the Son o'th'Queen; I fear fome Ambush-
I faw him not thefe many Years, and yet

I know 'tis he: we are held as Out-laws; hence.
Guid. He is but one; you, and my Brother fearch
What Companies are near: pray you away,


Let me alone with him.

Clot. Soft, what are you

[Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus.

That fly me thus? Some Villain-Mountainers-
I have heard of fuch. What Slave art thou?
Guid. A thing

More flavish did I ne'er, than answering

A Slave 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 1 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 fhould yield to thee?

Cloe. Thou Villain base,

Know'ft me not by my Cloaths?

Guid. No nor thy Tailor, Rafcal,

Who is thy Grandfather, he made those Cloaths,
Which, as it feems, make thee.

Blot. Thou precious Varlet!

My Tailor made them not.

Guid. Hence then, and thank

The Man that gave them thee. Thou art fome Fool,
I am loth to beat thee.

Clot. Thou injurious Thief,

Hear but my Name, and tremble.

Guid. What's thy Name?

Clot. Cloten, thou Villain.

Guid, Cloten, thou double Villain be thy Name, I cannot tremble at it; were it Toad, or Adder, Spider,

'Twould move fooner.

Clot. To thy further fear,

Nay, to thy meer Confufion, thou shalt know

I am Son to th' Queen.

Guid. I am forry for't; not feeming

So worthy as thy Birth.

Clot. Art not afraid?

Guid. Thofe that I reverence, thofe I fear, the Wife:

At Fools I laugh, not fear them.

Clot. Die the Death:

When I have flain thee with my proper Hand,


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