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Thy condemnation and thy death.
Let's see't:-I will pursue her Even to Augustus' throne. Pis.
Or this, or perish. She's far enough; and what he learns by
Aside. this, May prove his travel, not her danger. Clo.
Humph! Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again!
[Aside. Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true? Pis.
Sir, as I think. Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.---Sirrah, if thou would'st not be villain, but do me true service; undergo those 'employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry, that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,—I would think thee an honest man; thou shouldest neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment.
Pis. Well, my good lood.
Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me?
Pis. Sir, I will.
Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession ?
Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.
She said upon
Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither : let it be thy first service; go. 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 were come. 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. 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 last hath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised,) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again, She hath despised 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.
Clo. How long is't since she went to MilfordHaven?
Pis. She can scarce be there yet.
Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou shalt 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,
Pis. Thou bidd'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 pursu'st. Flow, flow, You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Be cross'd with slowness : labour be his meed!
Before the Cave of Belarius.
Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes. Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: I have tir'd 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: 0 Jove! I think, Foundations fly the wretched : such, I mean, Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told
me, I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, T'hat have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis A punishment, or trial ? Yes; no wonder, When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in fulness Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falschood Is worse in kings, than beggars.--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? Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold:
• To him that is most true.] Pisanio, notwithstanding his masters's letter, commanding the murder of Imogen, considers him as true, supposing, as he has already said to her, that Posthumus was abused by some villain, equally an enemy to them both.
I were best not call; I dare not call: yet famine,
Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
I am throughly weary.
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
Stay; come not in:
What's the matter, sir?
If any thing that's civil,] Civil, for human creature.
woodman,] A woodman, in its common acceptation (as in the present instance) signifies a hunter.
'tis our match:] i. e. our compact.
An earthly paragon !-Behold divineness
Enter IMOGEN. Imo. 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.
my meat : I would have left it on the board, so soon As I had made my meal; and parted With prayers
for the provider. Gui.
see, you are angry :
What is your name?
Pr’ythee, 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 Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.
5 I am fallen in this offence.] In, according to the ancient mode of writing, is here used instead of into.