Pisanio. Well, my good lord.
Cloten. Wilt thou serve me?
Pisanio. Sir, I will.

Cloten. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pisanio. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mis

Cloten. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither; let it be thy first service; go. Pisanio. I shall, my lord.

[Exit PISANIO. Cloten. Meet thee at Milford Haven :- -Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee.-I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person. With that suit upon my back, will I first kill him, and in her eyes: He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, when my appetite hath dined, to the court I'll foot her home again.My revenge is now at Milford :-'Would I had wings to follow it!

Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes.

Imog. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: I have tired myself; and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me.-Milford,

When from the mountain top Pisanio show'd thee,

Thou wast within a ken:

Two beggars told me,

I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie,
That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis
A punishment, or trial? Yes: no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true:

My dear lord!

Thou art one o' the false ones: Now I think on thee, My hunger's gone; but even before I was

At point to sink for food.-But what is this?
'Tis some savage hold:

I were best not call: I dare not call: yet famine,
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother.-Ho!-who's here?
If any thing that's civil, speak.

Ho! No answer? then I'll enter.

Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy

But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. Such a foe, good Heavens! [She goes into the Cave.

Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and Arviragus. Bel. You, Polydore, have proved best woodman, and

Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I,

Will play the cook, and servant:

Come, our stomachs

Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth

Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be here,

Poor house, that keep'st thyself!

[Goes towards the Cave.

Guid. I am throughly weary.

Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Guid. There's cold meat i'the cave; we ll browse on that

Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.

Bel. Stay; come not in :

But that it eats our victuals, I should think
Here were a fairy.

Guid. What's the matter, sir?

Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon!-Behold divineness No elder than a boy!

Enter IMOGEN.

Imog. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought

To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: Good

troth,

I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had
found

Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here's money for thy meat:
I would have left it on the board, so soon

As I had made my meal; and parted

With prayers for the provider.

Arv. Money, youth?

Guid. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those

Who worship dirty gods.

Imog. I see, you are angry;

Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died, had I not made it.
Bel. Whither bound?

Imog. To Milford Haven, sir.
Bel. What is your name?

Imog. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who
Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fallen in this offence.

Bel. 'Prythee, fair youth,

Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer

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