t Full weak to undertake our war againft] His abfolute commiffion. Long live Cafar! 2 Sen. Ay. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? 1 Sen. With thofe legions Which I have fpoke of, whereunto your Levy Must be fuppliant. The words of your commiffion Will tie you to the numbers and the time Of their dispatch. I Tri. We will difcharge our duty. [Exeunt. SCENE, the Foreft in Wales. Enter Cloten alone. Am near to th' place where they should meet, if Pifanio 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, (laving reverence of the word,) because, 'tis said, a wo (20) And to you, the Tribunes For this immediate Levy, be commands Commands his Commiffion is fuch a Phrase as Shakespeare would hardly have us'd. I have, by Mr. Warburton's Advice, ventur'd to fubftitute; be commends His abfolute Commission, i.e. he recommends the Care of making this Levy to you; and gives you an abfolute Commiffion for fo doing. man's man's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman; I dare speak it to myself, (for it is not vainglory for a man and his glafs to confer in his own chamber;) I mean, the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no lefs young, more ftrong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike converfant in general fervices and more remarkable in fingle oppofitions; yet this imperfeverant thing loves him in my defpight. What mortality is! Pofthumus, thy head, which is now growing upon thy fhoulders, fhall within this hour be off, thy mistress enforc'd, thy garments cut to pieces before thy face; and all this done, fpurn her home to her father, who may happily, be a little angry for my fo rough ufage; but my mother, having power of his teftinefs, fhall turn all into my commendations. My horse is ty'd up fafe: out, fword, and to a fore purpose! fortune put them into my hand; this is the very defcription of their meeting place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit. SCENE changes to the Front of the Cave. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen, from the Cave. Bel. Y OU are not well: remain here in the cave ; Arv. Brother, stay here: Are we not brothers ? Imo. So man and man fhould be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whofe duft is both alike. I'm very fick. [To Imogen. Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. But not fo citizen a wanton, as To feem to die, ere fick: fo please you, leave me ; = I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Guid. I love thee: I have spoke it; How much the quantity, the weight as much, Bel. What? how? how? Arv. If it be fin to fay fo, Sir, I yoak me The bier at door, Bel. O noble ftrain! O worthiness of nature, breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things fire the base: Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me! 'Tis the ninth hour o' th' morn. Arv. Brother, farewel. Imo. I with ye fport. Arv. You health so please you, Sir. Imo. These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I've heard! Our courtiers fay, all's favage, but at court: I am fick ftill, heart-fick- -Pifanio, I'll now tafte of thy drug. Guid. I could not ftir him; [Drinks out of the viol. He faid, he was, gentle, but unfortunate; Arv. Thus did he answer me; yet said, hereafter I might know more. Bel. To th' field, to th' field: We'll leave you for this time; go in and reft. Bel. Pray, be not fick, For you must be our housewife. M 3 Imo. [Exit Imogen to the Cave. Imo. Well or ill, I am bound to you. Bel. And fhalt be ever. This youth, howe'er diftrefs'd, appears to have had Arv. How angel like he fings! Guid. But his neat cookery! Arv. He cut our roots in characters; And fauc'd our broth, as Juno had been fick, Arv. Nobly he yokes A fmiling with a figh, as if the figh Was that it was, for not being fuch a fmile: That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Av. Grow, Patience! And let the flinking Elder, Grief, untwine Bel. It is great morning. Come, away: who's there? Clos. I cannot find thofe runagates: that villain Hath mock'd me.-- I am faint. Bel. Thofe runagates! Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis I know, 'tis he: we're held as Out-laws; hence. That fly me thus? fome villain-mountaineer. I've heard of fuch. Guid. A thing What flave art thou? More flavish did I ne'er, than answering A 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 Clot. Thou villain base, Know'it me not by my cloaths? Guid. No, nor thy tailor, rafcal, Who is thy grandfather; he made thofe cloaths? Clot. Thou precious varlet! My tailor made them not. Guid. Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art fome fool; Clot. Thou injurious thief, Hear but my name, and tremble. Guid. What's thy name? Clot. Cloten, thou villain. Guid. Cloten, then, double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, spider, 'Twould move me fooner. Clot. To thy further fear, Nay, to thy meer confufion,, thou shalt know I'm fon to th' Queen. Guid. I'm forry for't; not feeming So worthy as thy birth. Clot. Art not afraid? Guid. Those that I rev'rence, thofe I fear; the wife: At fools I laugh, not fear them. Clot. Die the death! When I have flain 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, ruftick mountaineer. [Fight, and Exeunt |