I have not seen these two days.
[Ex.
Queen [to attendant].
Go, look after
Pisanio, thou, that stands so for Posthumus!
He hath a drug of mine; I pray his absence
Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes
It is a thing most precious. But for her,
Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd
her,

Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown

To her desir'd Posthumus. Gone she is
To death or to dishonour; and my end
Can make good use of either. She being down,
I have the placing of the British crown.
Re-enter CLOTEN.

Pis. I shall, my lord.

[Exit.

Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven!-I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember 't anon even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these garments [135 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 qualities. [140 With that suit upon my back, will I ravish 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 lust hath dined, [145 which, as I say, to vex her I will execute in the clothes that she so prais'd, to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despis'd me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.

Re-enter PISANIO [with the clothes].

Be those the garments?

Pis. Ay, my noble lord.

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Clo. How long is 't since she went to Milford-Haven?

Pis. She can scarce be there yet.

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Clo. 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. 162 Pis. Thou bid'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 pursuest. Flow,

flow,

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'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians, And that the legions now in Gallia are Full weak to undertake our wars against The fallen-off Britons, that we do incite The gentry to this business. He creates Lucius proconsul; and to you the tribunes, For this immediate levy, he commends His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar! 10 1. Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces? 2. Sen.

Ay. With those legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy

1. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? 1. Sen.

Must be supplyant. The words of your commission

Will tie you to the numbers and the time
Of their dispatch.
1. Tri.

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We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt.

ACT IV

SCENE I. [Wales. Near the cave of Belarius.]

Enter CLOTEN.

Cio. I am near to the place where they Saould meet, if Pisanio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Why should His mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather-saving reverence of the word-for 't is said a [ acman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myselffor it is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber-I mean, the Laes of my body are as well drawn as his; no [10

young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the tane, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single positions; yet this imperceiverant thing loves Ara in my despite. What mortality is! Post- [15 tamus, thy head, which now is growing upon hy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy Listress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces efore her face: and all this done, spurn her Late to her father; who may haply be a [20 le angry for my so rough usage; but my ther, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is ted up safe. Out, sword, and to a sore purps! Fortune, put them into my hand! [25 This is the very description of their meetingplace; and the fellow dares not deceive me.

[Exit.

SCENE II. [Before the cave of Belarius.] Ester BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN, from the cave.

Bd. [To Imogen.] You are not well. Remain here in the cave; We'll come to you after hunting. Art. [To Imogen.] Brother, stay here. Are we not brothers? Imo.

So man and man should be;

Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me; society is no comfort
To one not sociable. I am not very sick,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me
here.

I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, 15
Stealing so poorly.

Gui. 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 say so, sir, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault. I know not why 20
I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love's reason's without reason. The bier at
door,

And a demand who is 't shall die, I'd say
My father, not this youth.
Bel.
[Aside.] O noble strain!
O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! 25
Cowards father cowards and base things sire

I saw him not these many years, and yet
I know 't is he. We are held as outlaws; hence!
Gui. He is but one. You and my brother
search

What companies are near. Pray you, away;
Let me alone with him.

[Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus.]
Clo.
Soft! What are you 70
That fly me thus? Some villain mountaineers?
I have heard of such. What slave art thou?
Gui.

More slavish did I ne'er than answering
A slave without a knock.
Clo.

A thing

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Thou art a robber, A law-breaker, a villain. Yield thee, thief. Gui. To who? To thee? What art thou? Have not I

An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, grant, are bigger; for I wear

I cannot tremble at it. Were it Toad, or Adder, Spider,

"T would move me sooner.

Clo.

To thy further fear,

Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know I am son to the Queen.

Gui.

am sorry for 't; not seeming

Art not afeard?

So worthy as thy birth.

Clo.

Gui. Those that I reverence those I fear, the

wise.

At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Clo.
Die the death!
When I have slain thee with my proper hand,
I'll follow those that even now fled hence,
And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads.
Yield, rustic mountaineer.

[Fight and exeunt.

But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of

favour

Which then he wore. The snatches in his

In this place we left them. I wish my brother make good time with him You say he is so fell.

Bel.

Being scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Of roaring terrors; for the defect of judgement Is oft the cease of fear.

Re-enter GUIDERIUS [with Cloten's head. But, see, thy brother. Gui. This Cloten was a fool, an empty pur There was no money in 't. Not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains, for he hai