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Cuid. I pray, draw near.
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Enter Cloten alone.
fanio 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, (saving reverence of the word), because 'tis faid a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein F must play the workman; I dare speak it to myself, (for it is not vainglory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamDer); I mean, the lines of my body are as well drawn
s; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in
Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes..
Tri. Is Lucius Gen'ral of the forces
I Sen. With thote legions
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fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, a. bove him in birth, alike conver fant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppofitions; yet this ill perseverant thing loves him in my despight. What morlality is ! Pofthumus, thy head, which is now growing upon thy faoulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistress inforc'd, thy garments cut to pieces before her face ; and all this done, i'll spurn her home to her father ; who may happily be a little angry for my so rough usage ; but my mother, having power of his teltinels, Shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is ty'd up safe : out, sword, and to a fore purpose! Fortune put them into my hand ! This is the very description of their meeting place, and the fellow dares not deceive me,
SCENE II. Changes to the front of the cave.
[To Imogeni Are we not brothers ?.
Imo. So man and man should be ;
Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.
Imo So fick I am not, yet I am not well ;
Guid. I love thee: I have spoke it ;
father. Bel. What: how ? bawa
Arv, If it be fin 10 fay fo, Sir, I yoke me
Bel. O noble Itrain !
Arv, Brother, farewel.
Imo These are kind creatures, Gods, what Iyes I've
Guid. I could not ftir him :
Arv. Thus did he answer me; yer said hereafter . I might know more.
Bel. To th' field, to th' field :-
Arv. We'll not be long away...
Bel. Pray be not sick,
Imo. Well or ill,
[Exit Imogen to the careBel. And shall be ever, This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears to have had Good ancestors.
-breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and bafe things fire the base : Nature hath meal and bran ; çontempt and grace. I'm not, &c. +
but at court: Experience, oh, how shou disprov'st report, 'Th'imperious feas breed monsters; for the dish, Poor titbutary rivers as sweet.filho I am sick Nill, &...
Arv. How angel.like he sings !
Arv. He cut our roots in characters;
Aru. Nobly he yokes
Guid, I do note,
Arv. Grow, Patience !
S CE N E III. Enter Cloten.
I am faint.
Guid. He is but one ; . you and my brother search
Clot. Soft! what are you,
Guid. A thing
I ne'er, than answering
Clot. Thou art a robber,
Guid. To whom? to thee? what art thou ? have An arm as big as thine? a heart as big ?
a ligh, as if the sigh
Guid. I do noic, 6.
Thy words, I grant, are bigger : for I wear not
Clot. Thou villain base,
Guid. No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Clot. Thou precious varlet!
Guid. Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; 3 I'm loth to beat thee.
Glot. Thou injurious thief,
Guid. What's thy name ?
Guid, Cloten, then, double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, spider, "I'would move me sooner.
Clot. To thy further fear,
Guid. I'm sorry for't ; nor seeming.
Glot. Art not afraid?
Guid, “Thote that I rev'rence, those i fear; the wilds. ..At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Clot. Die the death !
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Bel. I cannot tell ; long is it fince I stw him,