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The foreft, near the cave.
garments ferve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the taylor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the worst) because, 'tis faid, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself (for it is not vain-glory 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 fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions: yet this : ill-perfeverant thing loves him in my desfight. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which is now growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforc'd; thy garments cut to pieces a before her face: and all this done, spurn her home to her father; who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage; but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is ty'd up safe. Out, sword, and to a fore purpose! Fortune, put them
ill-perseverant -] HANMER. The former elitions have imperfeverant. Johnson.
before the face : -] Posthumus was to have his head itruck off, and then his garments cut to pieces before his face; we hould read, her face, i. e. Imogen’s, done to despite her, who had faid, she élteemed Posthumus's garment above the person of Cloten. WARBURTON.
into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me.
[Exit S C Ε Ν Ε II.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, Arviregus, and Imogen.
Bel. You are not well : remain here in the cave,
[To Imogen. 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;
Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom
Guid. I love thee; I have spoke it:
Bel. What? how ? how?
> Stick to your journal course : the breach of custom
Is breach of all.--) Keep your daily course uninterrupted ; if the stated plan of life is once broken, nothing follows but confulien. JOHNSON. 2 How much the quantity, -— ] I read, As much the quantity. JOHNSON.
Arv. If it be sin to suy 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'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. O noble strain ! O worthiness of nature, breed of greatness ! Cowards father cowards, and base things fire base: Nature hath meal and bran; contempt and grace. I am not their father ; yet who this thould be, Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me!
-'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn. Arv. Brother, farewell. Imo. I wish ye sport. Arv. You health. So please you, Sir. Imo. [Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods,
what lies I have heard !
Guid. 3 I could not stir hiin :
Arv. Thus did he answer me; yet said, hereafter I might know more,
Bel. To the field, to the field.
Bel. Pray, be not fick,
3 I could not ftir him:] Not move him to tell his story. Johns.
— gentle, but unfortunate ;] Gentle, is well born, of birth above the vulgar, Johnson. Q 4
Imno. Well or ill,
[Exit Imogen to the cave.
Arv. How angel-like he sings!
Arv. He cut our roots in characters;
Arv. Nobly he yokes
Guid. I do note,
Arv. Grow, patience!
s Mingle their spurs together.] Spurs, an old word for the fibres of a tree. Pope.
6 — ffinking elder, - ) Shakespeare had only seen English vines which grow against walls, and therefore may be sometimes entangled with the elder. Perhaps we should read untwine from the vine. JOHNSON,
Mr. HAWKINS proposes to read entwine. He says, “Let the “ itinking elder (Grief] entwine his root with the vine $6 (Patience) and in the end Patience must outgrow Grief.”
Steevens. ? It is great morning:-) A Gallicism. Grand jour. Steev.
Bel. Those runagates! Means he not us? I partly know him ; ’tis Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear fome ambuih. I saw him not these many years, and yet I know 'tis he.- We are held as out-laws.--Hence.
Guid. 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.
Guid. A thing
Clot. Thou art a robber,
Guid. To whom? to thee? What art thou? Have
An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big?
Clot. Thou villain base,
Guid. No, nor thy taylor, rascal,
Clot. Thou precious varlet,
Guid. Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; I am loth to beat thee.
Clot. Thou injurious thjef,
Guid. What's thy name?