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I see into thy end, and am almost A man already.

First, make yourself but like one.
Fore-thinking this, I have already fit,
('Tis in my cloak-bag.) doublet, hat, hose, all
That answer to them: Would you, in their serving,
And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
Present yourself, desire his service, tell him
Wherein you are happy, (which you'll make him

If that his head have ear in music,) doubtless,
With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable,
And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad
You have me, rich; and I will never fail
Beginning, nor supplyment.
Thou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee away:
There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even
All that good time will give us: This attempt
I'm soldier to, and will abide it with
A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee.

Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell; Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of

Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
Here is a box: I had it from the queen;
What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea,
Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
Will drive away distemper.-To some shade,
And fit you to your manhood:-May the gods
Direct you to the best!


Amen: I thank thee. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, and


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Your hand, my lord.

Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc.

Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well. [lords,
Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my
Till he have cross'd the Severn.-Happiness!
[Exeunt Lucius and Lords.
Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours
That we have given him cause.
"Tis all the better;
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor
How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely,
Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness:
The powers, that he already hath in Gallia
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves
His war for Britain.

"Tis not sleepy business;
But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly.
Cym. Our expectation, that it would be thus,
Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen,
Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd
Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd
The duty of the day: She looks us like
A thing more made of malice, than of duty:
We have noted it.-Call her before us; for
We have been too slight in sufferance.

[Exit an Attendant,

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Cym. Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? Atten. Please you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd ; and there's no answer, That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make. Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, She should that duty leave unpaid to you, Which daily she was bound to proffer: this She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Made me to blame in memory.


Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Prove false!


Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, I have not seen these two days. Queen. Go, look after.-[Exit Cloten. Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes It is a thing most precious. But for her, Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is To death, or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: She being down, I have the placing of the British crown. Re-enter CLOTEN.

How now, my son?


'Tis certain, she is fled: Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none Dare come about him.

Queen. All the better: May This night forestall him of the coming day! [Exit. Clo. I love, and hate her: for she's fair and royal; And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Outsells them all: I love her, therefore: But, Disdaining me, and throwing favours on

The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment.
That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point,
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,

To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools

Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah?

Come hither: Ah, you precious pander! Villain,
Where is thy lady? In a word; or else
Thou art straightway with the fiends.


O, good my lord! Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, I will not ask again. Close villain, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? From whose so many weights of baseness cannot A dram of worth be drawn.

Pis. Alas, my lord, How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? He is in Rome.


Where is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting: satisfy me home, What is become of her?

Pis. O, my all-worthy lord!


All-worthy villain!

Discover where thy mistress is, at once,
At the next word,-No mare of worthy lord,-
Speak, or thy silence on the instant is
Thy condemnation and thy death.

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May prove his travel, not her danger.

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 a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry, that is, what villany so'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,-I would think thee an honest man: thou should'st neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferPis. Well, my good lord. [ment. 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.

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. She said upon 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 lust 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 despis'd 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. [Haven? Clo. How long is't since she went to MilfordPis. 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!


SCENE VI. 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 shew'd thee,
Thou wast within a ken: O'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,
That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis
A punishment, or trial? Yes; no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in ful-


Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood
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:
I were best not call; I dare not call; yet famine,
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother.-Ho! who's here?
If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage,
Take, or lend.-Ho!-No answer? then I'll enter.
Best draw my sword, and if mine enemy
But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
Such a foe, good heavens! (She goes into the cave.)

Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, and

Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I,
Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match:
The sweat of industry would dry, and die,
But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs
Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be here,
Poor house, that keep'st thyself!
I am thoroughly weary.
Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.
Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll browze
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
on that,


Stay; come not in: (Looking in.) But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. Gui. What's the matter, sir? Bel. By Júpiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon!-Behold divineness No elder than a boy!


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
I would have left it on the board, so soon
Gold strew'd o'the floor. Here's money for my
As I had made my meal; and parted
With prayers for the provider.
Money, youth?
As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
Who worship dirty gods.

I see, you are angry:
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died, had I not made it.

Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir.

Whither bound?

What is your name? Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, I am fall'n in this offence.

Bel. 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.— |
Boys, bid him welcome.

Were you a woman, youth,
I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty,
I bid for you, as I'd buy.

I'll make't my comfort,
He is a man; I'll love him as my brother :-
And such a welcome as I'd give to him,
After long absence, such as yours:-Most wel-

Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.


'Mongst friends! If brothers?-Would it had been so, that' [prize Had been my father's sons? then had my Aside. Been less; and so more equal ballasting( To thee, Posthumus. Bel.

He wrings at some distress.

Gui. 'Would, I could free't! Arv.

Or I; whate'er it be,

What pain it cost, what danger! Gods!
Hark, boys. (Whispering.)


Imo. Great men,

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Imo. Thanks, sir. Arv.

Pray, draw near.

I pray, draw near. [Exeunt.
Enter two Senators and Tribunes.

1 Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ;
That since the common men are now in action
'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians;
And that the legions now in Gallia are
Full weak to undertake our wars against
The fall'n-off Britons; that we do incite
The gentry to this business: He creates
Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes,
For this immediate levy, he commands
His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar!
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces?
2 Sen.

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? 1 Sen.


With those legions
Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
Must be supplyant: The words of your commission
Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
Of their despatch.

We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt.

SCENE I.-The Forest, near the Cave.

Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for 'tis said, 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 imperseverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy 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 tied up safe: Out, sword, and to a sore purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting-place; and the fellow [Exit.

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Are we not brothers? Imo.

So man and man should be ;
But clay and clay differs in dignity,
Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll'abide with him.
Imo. So sick I am not;-yet I am not well:
But not so citizen a wanton, as

To seem to die, ere sick: So please you, leave me;
Stick to your journal course: 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 sociable: I'm not very sick,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here;
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,
Stealing so poorly.

I love thee; I have spoke it:
How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my father.


What? how? how? Arv. If it be sin to say so, 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.


O noble strain! (Aside.) O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base : Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. I am not their father; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn. Arv.

Brother, farewell.

Imo. I wish you sport.
You health. So please you, sir.
Imo. (Aside.) These are kind creatures. Gods,
what lies I have heard!

Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court:
Experience, O, thou disprov'st report!
The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish,
Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
I am sick still; heart sick :-Pisanio,
I'll now taste of thy drug.


I could not stir him:
He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.
Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter
I might know more.
To the field, to the field :-
We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest.
Arv. We'll not be long away.

For you must be our housewife.

am bound to you.


Pray, be not sick,

Well, or ill,

And so shall be ever. [Exit Imogen.
This yonth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath had
Good ancestors.


How angel-like he sings!

Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots | And burst of speaking, were as his : I am absolute, in characters; 'Twas very Cloten.

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

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Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Hath mock'd me :-I am faint.

Bel. Those runagates! Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush. I saw him not these many years, and yet

I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:Hence.

Gui. He is but one: You and my brother search
What companies are near: pray you, away;
Let me alone with him. [Exeunt Bel. and Arv.
Soft! what are you

That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers?
I have heard of such.-What slave art thou?

More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
A slave without a knock.

A thing

Thou art a robber,
A law-breaker, a villain :-Yield thee, thief.
Gui. 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
My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art;
Why I should yield to thee?


Thon villain base,

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What's thy name?

Clo. Cloten, thou villain.
Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name,
I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider,
"Twould move me sooner.

To thy further fear,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
I'm son to the queen.

I'm sorry for't; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.
Art not afeard?
Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the
At fools I laugh, not fear them.

Die the death:

Clo. When I have slain thee with my proper hand, I'll follow those that even now fled hence, And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads: Yield, rustic mountaineer. [Exeunt fighting. Enter BELARIUS and AVIRAGUS.

Bel. No company's abroad. [sure. Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him, Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour, Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,


In this place we left them: I wish my brother make good time with him, You say he is so fell.


Being scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment Is oft the cause of fear: But see, thy brother. Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with Cloten's head. Gui. 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 My head, as I do his.


What hast thou done?

Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report; Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, With his own single hand he'd take us in, Displace our heads, where (thank the gods!) they And set them on Lud's town.


Bel. We are all undone. Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law Protects not us: Then why should we be tender, To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; Play judge, and executioner, all himself; For we do fear the law? What company Discover you abroad?

No single soul
Can we set eye on, but, in all safe reason,
He must have some attendants. Though his humour
Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that
From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not
Absolute madness could so far have rav'd,
To bring him here alone: Although, perhaps,
It may be heard at court, that such as we
Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time
May make some stronger head: the which he hearing,
(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 so undertaking,
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear,
If we do fear this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head.


Let ordinance
Come as the gods foresay it: howso'er,
My brother hath done well.

I had no mind
To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness
Did make my way long forth.

Gui. With his own sword, Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek Behind our rock; and let it to the sea, And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten: That's all I reck. [Exit. Bel. I fear 'twill be reveng'd: 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done't! though Becomes thee well enough. [valour 'Would I had done't, So the revenge alone pursued me! -Polydore, I love thee brotherly; but envy much, Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, revenges, That possible strength might meet, would seek us And put us to our answer. [through, Well, 'tis done:



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As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,
Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough,
Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful,
That an invisible instinct should frame them
To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught;
Civility not seen from other; valour,

That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange,
What Cloten's being here to us portends;
Or what his death will bring us.


Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpole down the stream, In embassy to his mother: bis body's hostage For his return. (Solemn music.) Bel. My ingenious instrument! Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion Hath Cadwal now to give it motion! Hark! Gui. Is he at home? Bel.

He went hence even now. Gui. What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother

It did not speak before. All solemn things
Should answer solemn accidents. The matter?
Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,
Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys,
Is Cadwal mad?

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We'll speak it then.

Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: for

Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys:
And, though he came our enemy, remember,
He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty,

Together, have one dust; yet reverence,

(That angel of the world,) doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; And though you took his life, as being our foe, Yet bury him as a prince.

Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive.


If you'll go fetch him,
We'll say our song the whilst.-Brother, begin.
[Exit Belarias,
Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east;

Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing Imogen, as dead, in My father hath a reason for❜t.


his arms. Look, here he comes,

And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Of what we blame him for!

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Gui. Arv.


O' the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept; and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud.

Gui. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee.

Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would, With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming Those rich left heirs, that let their fathers lie Without a monument!) bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse.


Pr'ythee have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt.-To the grave.

"Tis true.
Gui. Come on then, and remove him.


So,- Begin.

Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy wordly task hast done,

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe, and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Gui. Fear no more the light'ning flash,
Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash:
Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan :
Both. All lovers young, all lovers must

Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Gui. No exorciser harm thee!
Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee?
Arv. Nothing ill come near thee!
Both. Quiet consummation have;

And renowned be thy grave! Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of Clotey. Gui. We have done our obsequies; Come lay him down. [more:

Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces:

You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so
These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.—
Come on, away: apart upon your knees.
The ground, that gave them first, has them again:
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.

[Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Årviragus. Imo. (Awaking.) Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the way?[ther? I thank you. By yon bush?-Pray, how far thi'Ods pittikens!-can it be six miles yet?I have gone all night:-'Faith, I'll lie down and


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