forced; thy garments cut to pieces before her face: and all this done, fpurn her home to her father; who may, haply, be a little angry for my fo rough ufage: but my mother, having power of his teftinefs, fhall turn all into my commendations. My horfe is ty'd up fafe: Out, sword, and to a fore purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very defcription of their meetingplace; and the fellow dares not deceive me.

SCENE II.

The Cave.

[Exit.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen. 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,

[To Imogen.

Whofe duft is both alike. I am very fick.
Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.

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Imo. So fick I am not; yet I am not well:

But not fo citizen a wanton, as

To feem to die, ere fick: So please you, leave me ;
Stick to your journal courfe: the breach of custom
Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me
Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort

To one not fociable: 1 anı not very sick,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, truft me here:
I'll rob none but myfelf; and let me die,
Stealing fo poorly.

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So fick I am not ;]-as to prevent your sport.
ifo citizen a wanton,]-fo cowardly a coxcomb.
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journal]-daily.

Guid.

Guid. I love thee; I have spoke it:

As 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, fir, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault: I know not why,
I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
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. O noble strain !

O worthiness of nature! breed of greatnefs!
Cowards father cowards, and base things fire base:
Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace.
I am not their father; yet who this fhould be,
Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.

"Tis the ninth hour o' the morn

Arv. Brother, farewell.

Imo. I wish ye fport.

Arv. You health." So pleafe you, fir. Imo. [Afide.] These are kind creatures. lies I have heard!

Our courtiers fay, all's favage, but at court:

Gods, what

The imperious feas breed monsters; for the dish,
Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish,

I am fick ftill; heart-fick :--- -Pifanio,

I'll now taste of thy drug.

Guid. I could not P ftir him:

He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honeft.

1 How.

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Doth miracle itself,]-Is truly marvellous. So please you, fir.]-To Belarius, implying his readiness to attend • Experience, O, how thou difprov'ft report!

fir him:1-move, prevail on him to tell his ftory, to difclofe gentle,]-well born.

bimfelf.

Arv.

Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet faid, hereafter

I might know more.

Bel. To the field, to the 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 fhalt be ever.

[Exit Imogen.

This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath had

Good ancestors.

Arv. How angel-like he fings!

Guid. But his neat cookery!

He cut our roots in characters;

And fauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick,
And he her dieter.

Arv. Nobly he yokes

A smiling with a figh: as if the figh

Was that it was, for not being fuch a smile;

The smile mocking the figh, that it would fly
From fo divine a temple, to commix
With winds that failors rail at.

Guid. I do note,

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

Arv. Grow, patience!

And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine

His perishing root, with the increasing vine!

Bel. It is great morning. Come; away.Who's there?

Spurs]-fibres.

untwine]-from thy increafing vine-entwine his root with the vine, (patience) fo long as grief may laft; but let his baleful root perish, in the fame proportion as thine encreases.

It is great morning.]-The morning's far advanced.

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
Cloten, the fon o' the queen. I fear fome ambush.
I saw him not these many years, and yet

I know 'tis he:-We are 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 him. [Exeunt Belarius, and Arviragus,
Clot. Soft! What are you

That fly me thus? fome villain mountaineers?

I have 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 not I

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?

Clot. Thou villain base,

Know'ft me not by my clothes?

Guid. No, nor thy taylor, rafcal,

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

Clot. Thou precious varlet,

My taylor made them not.

"A flave]-Such abufive language otherwife than by a blow. Tby grandfather;]" Whofe mother was her painting." A&t III. S. 4. Imo.

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, adder, spider, 'Twould move me fooner.

Clot. To thy further fear,

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Nay, to thy mere confufion, thou fhalt know

I am fon to the queen.

Guid. I am forry for't; not feeming

So worthy as thy birth.

Clot. Art not afeard?

Guid. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wife: At fools I laugh, not fear them.

Clot. Die the death:

When I have slain thee with my proper hand,

I'll follow thofe that even now fled hence,

And on the gates of Lud's town fet your heads:
Yield, ruftic mountaineer,

[Fight, and exeunt.

Enter Belarius, and Arviragus.

Bel. No company's abroad.

Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him, sure Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it fince I faw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd thofe lines of favour Which then he wore; the fnatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am abfolute, 'Twas very Cloten.

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