Guid. I pray, draw near.

Arv. The night to th' owl, and morn to th' lark, less

welcome!

Imo. Thanks, Sr.

Aru. I pray, draw near.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I

The foreft in Wales.

Enter Cloten alone.

T

Am near to th' place where they fhould meet, if Pifanio have mapp'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), becaufe 'tis faid a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman; I dare fpeak it to my felf, (for it is not vainglory 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 less young, more strong, not beneath him in:

draw near.

SCENE VIII. Changes to Rome.

Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes.

Sen. This is the tenor of the Emperor's writ ;
That fince the common men are now in action
"Gainft the Pannonians and Dalmatians,.
And that the legions now in Gallia are
Full weak to undertake our war against.
The fall'n-off Briton; that we do incite
The gentry to this business He creates
Lucius Proconful; and to you, the Tribunes
For this immediate levy, he commends
His abfolute commiffion. Long live Cæfar !!
Tri. Is Lucius Gen'ral of the forces?
2. Sen. Ay.

Tr. Ren.aining now in Gallia?

1 Sen. With thofe legions

Which I have fpoke of, whereunto your levy

Must be fuppliant. The words of your commiffion

Will tie you to the numbers and the time

Of their dispatch.

In We will difcharge our duty,

AC T,

[Exeunt

fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike converfant in general fervices, and more 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 mistress inforc'd, thy garments cut to pieces before her face; and all this done, I'll 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 teftinels, fhall turn all into my commendations. My horfe is ty'd up fafe: out, fword, and to a fore purpose! Fortune put them into my hand! This is the very defcription of their meeting place, and the fellow dares not deceive me, [Exit.

SCENE

II.

Changes to the front of the cave. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen, from

the cave.

Bel. You are not well: remain here in the cave;

We'll come t' you after hunting,
Arv. Brother, stay 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'm very fick.

[To Imogen.

Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.
Imo So fick I am not, yet I am not well;

But not so citizen a wanton, as

To feem to die ere fick: fo please you, leave me ;
Stick to your journal courfe; the breach of custom
Is breach of all. Fm ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me. Society is no comfort
To one not fociable: I'm not very fick,
Since I can reafon of it.

Pray you truft me here,

F'll rob none but myfelf; 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 fin to fay fo, Sir, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault. I know not why
I love this youth, and I have heard you say,
Love reafons without reason. The bier at door,
And a demand who is't fhall die, I'd fay,
My father, not this youth.

Bel. O noble strain !

O worthiness of nature, breed of greatness ! *
I'm not their father; yet who this should be,
Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me!.

'Tis the ninth hour o' th' morn.

Arv. Brother, farewel.

Imo. I wish you sport.

Arv. Your health- -so please you, Sir.

Imo Thefe are kind creatures. Gods, what lyes I've Our courtiers fay, all's favage but at court: † [heard! I am fick ftill, heart-fick- -Pifanio,

I'll now taste of thy drug. [Drinks out of the phial. Guid. I could not ftir him:

He faid, he was gentle, but unfortunate;

Difhoneftly afflicted, but yet honest..

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 rest. -
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 distress'd, appears to have had Good ancestors..

-breed of greatnefs!

Cowards father cowards, and bafe things fire the base:
Nature hath meal aud bran; contempt and grace.
I'm not, &c.

Experience, oh, how thou difprov'st report,
Th' imperious feas breed monsters; for the dish,
Poor tributary rivers as fweet fish..........

I am fick fill, &c...

Arv. How angel like he fings!

Guid. But his neat cookery!

Arv. He cut our roots in characters;

And fauc'd our broth, as Jupo had been sick,
And he her dieter:

Arv. Nobly he yokes,

A fmiling with a figh.

Guid. I do note,

That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their fpurs together.

Arv. Grow, Patience!

And let the ftinking elder, Grief, untwine
His perishing root from the increafing vine!

Bel. It is great morning. Come, away: who's there?

SCENE

III.

Enter Cloten.

Clot. I cannot find those runagates that villain Hath mock'd me. - I am faint.

Bel. Those runagates!

Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis

Cloten, the fon o' th' Queen; I fear fome ambush.
I saw him not thefe many years, and yet

I know 'tis he: we're held as outlaws; hence.
Guid. He is but one; you and my brother fearch
What companies are near: pray you, away:

Let me alone with hin. [Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus.
Clat. Soft! what are you,

That fly me thus? fome villain mountaineer.

I've heard of fuch. What flave art thou?

Guid. A thing

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

An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?

— 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 failors rail at.

Guid. I do note, &c.

[not I

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.

Clot. Thou villain base,

Know'ft me not by my cloaths?

Guid. No, nor thy tailor, rascal,

Who is thy grandfather; he made thofe cloaths,
Which, as it feems, make thee.

Clot. Thou precious varlet!
My tailor made them not.

Guid. Hence then, and thank

The man that gave them thee. Thou art fome fool; I'm 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, then, double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, fpider, "Twould move me fooner.

Clot. To thy further fear,

Nay, to thy mere confufion, thou fhalt know

I'm fon to th' Queen.

Guid. I'm forry for't; not feeming.

So worthy as thy birth.

Clot. Art not afraid ?

Guid. Thofe that I rev'rence, thofe I fear
At fools I laugh, not fear them.

Clot. Die the death!

When I have flain thee with my proper hand,
Il follow thofe that even now fled hence,
And on the gates of Lud's town fet your heads.
Yield, ruftic mountaineer.

[Fight, and Exeunts

SCENE IV. Enter Belarius and Arviragus.

Bel. No company's abroad.

Arv. None in the world; you did mistake him, fure. Bel. I cannot tell; long is it fince I faw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour Which then he wore; the faatches in his voice, And burst of fpeaking, were as his; I'm abfolute 'Twas very Cloten...