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Foundations fly the wretched: fuch, I mean,
As I had made my meal; and parted
Arv. All gold and filver rather turn to dirt! 5 As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those Who worship dirty gods.
I could not miss my way: Will poor folk lye,
My hunger's gone; but even before, I was
Imo. I fee, you are angry:
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Bel. Whither bound?
Imo. Fidele, fir: I have a kinfman, who Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; 15 To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, I am fallen in this offence.
Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth,
Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds
Take, or lend 3.-Ho!-No answer? then I'll 20 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer
Beft draw my fword; and if mine enemy
But fear the fword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
Are master of the feaft: Cadwal, and I,
Guid. I am thoroughly weary.
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, fir?
Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon !-Behold divineness No elder than a boy!
1i. e. is a greater or heavier crime.
Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it. Boys, bid him welcome.
Guid. Were you a woman, youth,
I fhould woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty 251 bid for you, as I'd buy.
Arv. I'll mak't my comfort,
He is a man; I'll love him as my brother :And fuch a welcome as I'd give to him, After long abfence, fuch is yours :-Most welcome! 30 Be fprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. Imo. 'Mongst friends!
If brothers?—'Would it had been fo, that
2 Civil, for human creature.
3 Dr. Johnson fufpe&s
that, after the words, if favage, a line is loft, and proposes to read the passage thus:
-Ho! who's here?
If any thing that's civil, take or lend,
If you are civilifed and peaceable, take a price for what I want, or lend it for a future are rough inbospitable inhabitants of the mountain, speak, that I may know my state. here be applied in a fenfe equivalent to the many-beaded rabbię.
recompence; if you 4 Differing may
AM near to the place where they should meet, 25 if Pifanio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his garments ferve me! Why should his miftrefs, who was made by him that made the taylor, not be fit too? the rather (faving reverence of the word)| for, 'tis faid, a woman's fitnefs comes by fits. 30 Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak| it to myself, (for it is not vain-glory 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 strong, not beneath him in for-35 tunes, 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 2 thing loves him in my defpight. What mortality is! Pofthumus, 40 thy head, which is now growing upon thy fhoulders, fhall within this hour be off; thy miftrefs enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face and all this done, fpurn her home to her father; who may, haply, be a little angry for my 45 fo rough usage: but my mother, having power of his teftineness, fhall turn all into my commendations. My horse is ty'd up safe: Out, fword, and to a fore purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meet-50 ing-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me.
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, stay here:
Are we not brothers?
Imo. So man and man should be
Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him,
To feem to die, ere fick: So please you, leave me;
Pray you, trust me heres and let me die,
Guid. I love thee; I have spoke it :
Bel. What? how? how?
Arv. If it be fin to fay fo, fir, I yoke me
Bel. O noble strain!
O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!
Arv. Brother, farewel.
Imo. I wish you sport.
Ary. You health.So pleafe you, fir.
what lies I have heard!
Our courtiers fay, all's favage, but at court:
i. e. he commands the commiffion to be given to you. 2 Imperfeverant means no more than perfeverant. 3 That is, keep your daily courfe uninterrupted: if the ftated plan of life is once broken nothing follows but confufion.
My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; Why I should 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.
Guid. Hence then, and thank
The man that gave them thee. Thou art fome fool I am loath 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,
Nay, to thy mere confufion, thou shalt know am fon to the queen.
Guid. I am forry for't; not feeming
So worthy as thy birth.
Clot. Art not afeard?
Guid. Thofe that I reverence, those I fear the wife :
At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Clot. Die the death:
30 When I have flain thee with my proper hand,
Bel. It is great morning 4. Come; away.-35 Who's there?
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.
Chat. Soft! What are you
I have heard of fuch.-What slave art thou ?
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 who? 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
1 Stir for move.
Bel. No company's abroad.
Arv. None in the world: You did mistake
Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it fince I saw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd thofe lines of favour 40 Which then he wore; the fnatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am abfolute, 'Twas very Cloten.
Av. In this place we left them:
I wish my brother make good time with him,
45 You fay he is fo fell.
Bel. Being fcarce made up,
I mean, to man, he had not apprehenfion
Guid. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse, There was no money in't: not Hercules
Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none; Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
55 My head, as I do his.
Bel. What haft thou done?
Guid. I am perfect, what 5: cut off one Cloten's
Son to the queen, after his own report;
60 Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, With his own fingle hand he'd take us in,
2 Gentle implies well-born, of birth above the vulgar. 4 A Gallicifm. Grand-joyr,
word for the fibres of a tree.
To take in means, here, to conquer, to fubdue.
3 N 2
3 Spurs, an old
5 i. e. well-informed, what.
I'd let a parish of fuch Cloten's blood,
Bel. O thou goddess,
Thou divine Nature, how thyfelf thou blazon't
He must have fome attendants. Though his honour
(As it is like him) might break out, and swear
He'd fetch us in; yet is 't not probable
To come alone, either he fo undertaking,
Guid. Where's my brother?
I have fent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream,
Bel. My ingenious instrument!
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear; 25 Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occafion
If we do fear this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head.
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark!
Guid. Is he at home?
Bel. He went hence even now.
Guid. What does he mean? fince death of my
It did not fpeak before. All folemn things
Should answer folemn accidents. The matter?
Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys.
Is Cadwal mad?
Re-enter Arviragus, with Imogen as dead, bearing bar in bis arms.
Bel. Look, here he comes,
And brings the dire occafion in his arms, 40 Of what we blame him for!
Arv. The bird is dead,
That we have made so much on. I had rather
Guid. Oh fweeteft, faireft lily!
My brother wears thee not the one half fo well,
Bel. O, melancholy!
50Who ever yet could found thy bottom? find
55 Thou dy'dft, a most rare boy, of melancholy!→
Aru. Stark, as you fee;
Thus smiling, as fome fly had tickled flumber,
1 For is here ufed in the fenfe of because. 2 That is, The only notion he had of honour was the fashion, which was perpetually changing. 3 i. e. Fidele's fickness made my walk forth from the cave tedious. +i.e. fuch purfuit of vengeance as fell within any poffibility of oppofition. 5 A crare is a finall trading veffel, called in the Latin of the middle ages crayera. The word often occurs in Holinfhed. • The meaning is, “ Jove knows what man thou might'st have made, but I knowo
Aru. With fairest flowers,
Whilft fummer lafts, and I live here, Fidele,
Guid. Fear no more the beat o' the fun,
Thou thy worldly task baft done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Both golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-fweepers, come to duft.
Thou art paft the tyrant's stroke j
Care no more to cloath, and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
Arv. Nothing ill come near thee!
Arv. Be't fo;
And let us, Polydore, though now our voices
Both. Quiet confummation bavez
And renowned be thy grave!
I cannot fing: I'll weep, and word it with thee:
Arv. We'll speak it then.
Bel. Great griefs, I fee, medicine the lefs; for Is quite forgot. He was a queen's fon, boys; And, though he came our enemy, remember,
Guid. We have done our obfcquies: Come, lay
40 The herbs, that have on them cold dew o' the
He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty 45 The ground, that gave them firft, has them again:
Together, have one duft; yet reverence
Guid. Pray, fetch him hither.
Arv. If you'll go fetch him,
We'll fay our fong the whilft.-Brother, begin.
■ Clouted brogues are shoes ftrengthened with clout or beb-nails. In fome parts of England, thin plates of iron called clouts are likewife fixed to the shoes of ploughmen. 2 The ruddock is the red-breaft, to which bird the office of covering the dead is afcribed. 3 Paid is here used for punished. 4 Meaning, that reverence, or due regard to fubordination, is the power which keeps peace and order in the world. 5 To confign to thee, is to feal the fame contract with thee, i. e. add their names to thine upon the register of death. This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity. 3 N 3