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Imo, False to his bed 1 What is it to be false?
To lie in watch there, and to think on him ?
To weep 'twixt clock and dock? if sleep ohaige

To break it with a fearful dream of him.
And cry myself awake? that^ false to his bed?
Is it?
Pit. Alas, good lady !

hno, I false? Thy oonsoienoe witness: laohimo^
Thou didst accuse him of incontinency ;
Thou Uien locdi'dst like a villain ; now, methinks,
Thy fiivour's good enough.— Some jay of Italy,
Whose mother was her painting, bkh betray^

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Poor I am italei « gannent out of fiubion ;
And, for I am richer than to bang bj the walls,
I most be ripp'd :— to pieces with met— 0,
Men*s vows are women^ traitors 1 All good

By thj revolt, O bosband, shall be thoaght
Pot on for villanj ; not bom where't grows,
Bot worn, a bait for ladies.

Pia, Good madam, bear me.

'mo. Tme honest men being heard, like false

Wer« in his time, thoaght fidse : and Simon's

Did scandal manj a bolv tear; took pity
From most troe wretchedness : So, thoo. Post-
bo man,
Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men ;
Goodly and gallant, shall be talse and peijor'd.
From thygreat fail.— Come, fellow, be thoo honest:
Do thoo thy master's bidding : When thoo see'st

k little witness my obedience : Look I
I draw the sword mynelf: take it; and hit
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart :
Fear not; 'tis emptv of all things bnt grief:
Thy master is not there; who was, indeed,
The riches of it: Do his bidding; strike.
Thoo mayst be valiant in a bett<ir caose,
Bot now thoo seem'st a coward.

PU. Hence, vile instrument I

Thoo shalt not danm my hand.

/mo. Why, I most die ;

And if I do not by thy hand, thoo art
No senrant of thy master's : Against self-slaogbter
There is a prohibition so divine
That crmvens my weak hand. Come, here's my

Something's afore't ;— Soft, soft ; well no defence ;
Obedient as the scabbard. -What is here?
The soriptores of the loyal Leonatos,
All tornM to heresy I Away, away,
Corropters of my faith I yoo shall no mor«
Be stomachers to my heart I Thus may poor fools
Beliere false teadiers. Though those that arc

Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.
And thoo, Posthumos, that didst set op
My disobedience '^inst the king my father.
And make me put into contempt the suits
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
It is no act of common passage, bot
A strain of rareness: and 1 grieve myself.
To think when thoo shalt be disedga by ber
That now thou tir'st on, how thy memory
Will then be pang'd by me.— Prithee, despatch:
The lamb entreats the butcher: Where's thy knife?
Thoo art too slow to do thy master^s bidding,
When I desire it too.

Pit* O gradooi lady.

Since 1 receiv'd command to do this bosiness,
I have not slept one wink.

/mo. Do*t, and to bed then.

As. Ill wake mine eye-balls blind first.

/*••. Wherefore then

Didst ocdertake it ? Why hast thoo abu»'d
So many miles with a pretence ? this place ?
Mine action, and thine own ? oor horses' laboor ?
Tke time inviting thee? the pertarb'd court.
For my being absent ; whereonto I never
Porpose return? Why bast thoo gone so Citf
Vo be nnbent when thoo bast ta'eo thy stand.
The elected deer before thee?


Pis. But to win time

To lose so bad employment: in the which
I have consider'd of a coarse. Good lady,
Hear me with patience.

Imo, Talk thy tongoe weary ; speak :

I have heard I am a stnunpet ; and mine ear,
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
Nor tent to bottom that But speak.

Pis. Then, madam,

I thoaght you would not back again.

/mo. Most like ,

Bring^g me here to kUI me.

Pis. Not so, neither:

Bot if I were as wise as honest, then
My purpose would prove well. It cannot be
But that m^ master is abus'd :
Some villain, ay. and singular in his art.
Hath done yoo both this corsed injory.
Imo. Some Roman coortezan.
Pis. No, on my life.

Ill give bot notice yoo are dead, and send him
Some bloo<1y sign of it; for tis commanded
I shoold do so : Too shall be miss'd at coort,
And that will well confirm it

/mo. Why, good fellow,

WhatsballldothewhUe? Where bide? Uowlive?
Or in my life what comfort, when I am
Dead to my hosband?
Pis, If yooll back to the coort,—

Imo. No coort, no father; nor no more ado
With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing:
That Cloten, whose love-soit hath been to me
As fearf ol as a siege.

Pis. If not at coort,

llien not in Britain most you bide.

Imo. Where then?

Hath Britain all the son that shines ? Day, night.
Are they not bot in Britain? I' the worid's

Oor Britain seems as of it, bot not in it :
In a great pool, a swan's nest Prithee, think
There's livers oot of Britain.

Pis, 1 am most glad

Too think of other place. The ambassador,
Locios the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
To-morrow : Now, if ^oo could wear a mind
Dark as ^our fortune is— and bot disgnise
That which, to appear itself, must not yet be.
But by self-danger;— you should tread a course
Pretty, and foil of view : yea, haply, near
The residence of Postbomus : so nigh, at least,
That, thoogh his actions were not visible, yet
Report should render tiim hoarly to yoor ear
As truly as he moves.

Imo, 0, for soch means I

Though peril to my modesty, not death ont,
I would adventure.

Pis. Well then, here's the point

Too most forget to be a woman ; change
Command into obedience ; fear and niceness
[The handmaids of all women, or, more troly
Woman its pretty self), to a waggish oouragei
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
As qoarrelloos as the weasel; nay, yoo must
Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek.
Exposing it (bat 0, the harder heart 1
Alack no remedy 1) to the greedy touch
Of common-kiasing Titan : and forget
Tour laboursome and dainty trims, wherefa.
Ton made great Juno angry.

Imo. Nay. be brier

I see into thy end, and am almost f " r^r^^]r>
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Pii. Fint, make yoon elf bat like one.

Pore-thinkinff this, 1 have already fit
rris in mj cla k-bag), doublet, liat, liose, all
Tliat answer to Uiem : Would you, in iheir serring,
And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Locios
PreMiit yourself, desire his service, tell him
Wherein you are happy (which you'll make him

If that his head haye ear in music), doabtlesa
With joy he will embrace you ; for he's honourable,
And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad,
You hare me, rich ; and I will never fail
Beginning, nor supplymenL

fmo, Thoo art all the oomfbrt

The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away :
There's more to be oonsider'd ; but well even
All that good time will give us: Thia attempt
I*m soldier to, and will abide it with
A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.

Pail Well, madam, we must Ukeashort&rewell;
Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of
Your carriage Arom the court My noble mistress,
Here is a box: I had it from the queen ;
Wliat's in't is precious; if von are sick at sea,
Or stomacb-quHlm'd at land, a dram of this
Will drive away distemper. — To some shade,
And fit yon to your manhood: May the gods
Direct yon to the best I

Ima, Amen : I thank thee.

SCENE y.~^ Boom in CymbelineVi Palaee,

EnUr Ctmbelote, Queen, Cloteh, Ldoius, and

Oym, Thus far ; and so farewell.

Lmc Thanks, royal air.

My emperor hath wrote ; I must from hence;
And am right sorry that I mast report ye
My maater's enemy.

Cmru Oar aabjects, sir,

Will not endare hb yoke ; and for oarself
To show less sovere^ty than they, must need
Appear ankinglike.

Luc So, air, I desire of yon

A conduct oyerland, to Milford Haven. —
Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you!

Cym. My lords, yoa are appointed for that
The dae of bonoor in no point omit
So, farewell, noble Lacius.

Luc Your hand, my lord.

do. Receive it firiendly: bat from thia time
I wear it as yonr enemy.

Luc Sir, the erent •

Is yet to name the winner : Fare you welL

bym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my
Till he have oroas^d the Seyem.— Happiness !

[Ejeeunt Lucius and Lords.

Queen, Hegoeabenoe frowning: butithonuoraua
TbMt we have given him cause.

Cflo, *Tis all the better;

Tour valiant Britons haye their wishes in it

Cfjfm, Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor
How it goes here. It fits as, therefore, ripely,
Oar chariots and our horsemen be in r^iness :
The powers that be already hath in Gallia
Will aeon be drawn to head, from whence Le

Hia war for Britain^

Queen, TIs not aleepj boabesa ;

But raui«t be look'd to speeilily and utrongly.

Cyni. Our expectHtion that it would be thna
Hath made as forward. Bat, my gentle queen,
Where is nur daughter? She hath not appeared
Before the Roman, n«)r to us ^atli tendered
The duty of the day : She looks as like
A tiling more made of malice than of daty:
We liave noted it — Call her before us; for
We have been too alight in suffemnoe.

[£xU an Attendant

Queen, Ro^al air.

Since the exile of Posthumua, moat retir'd
Hath her life been ; the cure whereof, my lora,
Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty.
Forbear sharp speeches to her: She's a Udy
So tender of rebukes, that worda are atrokes,
And atrokee death to her.

Be-enter an Attendant

Cym, Where is she, air? How

Can her contempt be answer'd ?

Atten, Please yoa, air,

Her chambers are all lock'd ; and there's no answer
That will be g^ven to the loud'st of noise we make.

Queen, My lord, when last 1 went to visit her.
She pray'd me to excuse her keeping cloee *
Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,
She should that duty leave unpaid to yon,^
Which daily she was bound to proffer : thia
She wish'd me to make knovm ; but oar great ooart
Made me to blame in memory.

Cym, Her door^ lock'd ?

Not seen of late ? Qrant, heavens, that which 1 fear
Prove h\9dl [ExiL

ru Son, I say, follow the king.
That man of hers, Pisanio, her old aeryant,
I have not seen these two daya.

Queen. Go, look after.— [fxtt Clo.

Pisanio, thon that atand'itt so for Posthumus 1
He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence
Proceed by swallowing that; fur he belieyea
It b a thing most precious. But for her.
Where is she goner Haply, despair hath seized her.
Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she^ flown
To her desu-'d Posthumaa: Gone she ia
To death or to diahonoar; and my end
Can make good use of either : She being down
I haye the placing of the British crown.

Be-enter Clotem.

How now, my aon ?

Clo. *Tia certain she ia 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 I

\Eieit Queen.

Clo, I loye and hate her : for she*s fair and royal ;
And that she hath all courtly parts more exqoiaite
Than lady, ladies, woman ; from every one
The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
Outaells them all: I love her, therefore. Bat,
Disdaining me, and throwing favours on
The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment^
That what's else rare is chok'd ; and. m that pomt,
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed.
To be reyeng'd upon her. For, when roolf

Shan^Who ia here? What! are yoa paddog,

Come hither : Ah, you prccioaa pander I YUlain,

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Where If thy lady? In « word; or el. _
Thoo art a tnugbtwaj with the fienda.

•Aa. Osgood my knd I

CUk Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter,
1 will not aak again. Close villain,
111 have thia secret from thy heart, or rip
Thy heart to find it. is she with Postliumaa?
From whose so many weights of baseness cannot
A dram of worth be drawn.

Pit' Alas, my lord,

How can she be with him ? When was she miss'd?
Ue is in Itome.

Olo, Where b she, sir? Come nearer;

No further halting : satisfy me home
What is become of her ?

Pi$, 0, my all-worthy lord I

Cto. All-worthy villain I

Discover where thy mistress is, at once,
At the next word, - No more of worthy lord,—
Siieak, or thy silence on the instant is
Tuy condemnation and thy death.

Aa. Then, sir,

Thb paper is the history of my knowledge
'^caching her flight. []}reseniwg a letter.

Cto, Let*s see*t : - 1 will pursue her

Even to Augustus' throne.

Pi»* Or this, or perish.

She's far enough ; ind what he learns by this,
Ifay prove his travel, not her danger. \Adde,

Oh. Humph I

PU, III write to my lord she*8 dead. Imogen,
Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again ! [Aside,

Clo, Sirrah, is this letter true?

Pit. Sir, as I think.

CUk It is PofthumuM* hand ; I know't.— Sirrah,
If thou wouldMt not be a villain, but do me true ser-
vice, undergo those employments wherein 1 should
have cause to use thee, with a serious industry, —
that ia, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to per-
form it directiv and trulv,— I would think thee an
honest man; thou shouldst neither want my means
for thy relief nor my voioe for thy preferment

Pi$, Well, my good lord.

Clo, Wilt thou serve me? For sinoe patiently
and consuntly thou bast stuck to the bare fortune
of that beggar Posthumua, thou canst not In the
coarse of ^titude but be % diligent follower of
mine. Wilt thou serve me?

Pii, Sir, I will.

Clo. Give me thy hand, hereli my purse. Hast
iny of thy late master*8 garments in thy possession?

At. 1 have« my lord, at my lodging, the same
suit be wor|e when he took leave of my lady and

CUk The first service thou doet me, fetch thai
suit hither ; let it be thy first service : gow

Pit. 1 shall, my lord. [ExU.

Clo, Meet thee at Milford-Haven i—l forgot to
ask him one thing; 111 remembert anon: ~ Even
there, tlrna villain, Posthumua, will I kill thec—I
would theite 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 Posthu-
mus in more respect than my noble and natural
I|erson, together with the adornment of mj quali-
ties. With that suit upon my back will I raviiih
her: First kill him, and hi 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
niT lust hath duied (which, as 1 say, to vex her 1
will execute in the clothes that she so praised), to
the court 111 knock her baek, foot her home again.



She bath despised me r^oioingly, and 111 be merry
in my revenge

He-enter PnANio, with (he dothet.
Be those the garments ?

Pia, Ay, mv noble lord.

Clo, How lung is*t since sne went to Milfoird*

Pis, She can scarce be there yet.

Clo, Bring this apparel to my chamber ; that is
the sepond thing that i have commanded thee;
the third is, that thou wilt be a very 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 wugs to follow itl
Come, and be true* [Exit,

Pis. Thou bidd^st me to my loss: for, true to thee
Were to prove false, which 1 will never be
To him that is most true. To Milford go.
And find not her whom thou pnrsu*st. Flow, flow
You heavenly blessings, on her I This fool's speed
Be cross'd with slowness: labour be his meed I


SCENE YL^B^/bnOe Cave of BeUxivu.

Enter IifooiH, m boy's dothes,

lino, 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 side.
But that my resolution helps me. — Milford,
When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,
Thou wast within a ken : O Jove I I think
Foundations fly the wretched : such, I mean,
Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told

I could not miss my way : Will poor folks lie.
That have afflictions on them: knowing 'tie
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 &lsehood
Is worse in kings than beggars.— Mv dear lord I
Thou art one o' the false ones. Now I think on thee
My hi\nger*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 ; 1 dare not call : yet famine^
Ere clean it overthrow nature makes it valiant.
Plenty and peace breeds cowards; hardness ever
Of hardiness b mother.— Ho! who's here?
If any tiling that's civil, speak ;- if savage-
Take or lend.— Ho!— No answer? then ViX 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 Ae cctve.

Enter Bsuuuus, GuiDBRnm, and ARYiRAeus.

BeL Ton, Pdydore, have prov^ best woodman,
Are master of the feast : Cadwal and I
Will play the cook and servant ; tis our match :
The sweat of hidustry 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 resty sloth
Finds the down pillow liard.— Now, peace be here.
Poor house thatkeeplit tbvselfl

^iit. I am thoroughly weary.

Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.

Old. Tliere is cold meat i'the cave; well
browze on that
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook*d.

AL Stay ; eome not in:

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Bat that Heats oar victoals I thonld think
Here were a Wry.

Om. What's the matter, sir?

BeL By Japiter, an angel I or, if not,
An earthly paragon ! — Behold divinene^s
No eider than a 007 !

Enter Imoobh.

Imo, Qood masters, harm me not:
Before I entered here 1 caird ; and thought
To tiaye beggd or bought what I have took:

Qood troth,
I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I

had found
Gold stre w'd o'tbe floor. Here^ money for my meat :
1 would have left it on the board, so soon
As 1 had made my meal ; and parted
With prayers for the provider.

Ota, Money, youth ?

Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt !
As 'tis no better reckoned, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.

Imo, I see yoa are angnr:

Know, if von kill me for my fault, I should
Have died had 1 not made it.

BeL Whither bound?

Imo, To Milford-Uaven.

BeL What is your name ?

Imo, Fidele, sir : I have a kinsman who
b bound for Italy ; he embark'd at Milford ;
To whom being ^oin?, almost spent vrith hunger,
I am fallen m this o&noe.

Bd. Prithee, fair youth,

Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds
By this rude place we live in. Well encounter *d I
Tis almost night : you shall have better cheer
Ere you depart ; and thanks, to stay and eat it.
Boys, bid bmi welcome.

OuL Were you a woman, youth,

I should woo hard but be your groom. — In

I bid for yoa as I do bay.

Arv, 111 make^ mv comfort.

He is a man ; 111 love bim as my brother:->-
And such a welcome as Td give to him
After long absence, such is yours : — Most welcome!
Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.

Imo, *Mongst fHendsI

If brothers?— Would it had been so, that they
Had been my father's sons, then had my prize


Been less : and so more eqoal ballastmg

To thee, Posthumus. [AtOt

BeL He wrings at some distress.

OuL 'Would I ooold freetl

Arv. Or I ; whatever it be,

What pain it cost, ithaX danger 1 Godsl

BeL Hark, bojs.

Imo, Great men, t Whupervig,

That had a court no bigger than this cave.
That did aUend themselves, and had the virtue
Which their own conscience seal'd them (laying by
That nothing gift of differing multitudes).
Could not o u t-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods 1
I'd change my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus fiidse.

BeL It shall be so.

Boys, well go dress our hunt — Fair youta,oomeui
Discourse is heavy, fasting ; when we have anpp'd.
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
ISo far as thou wilt speak it.

OuL Pray, draw near.

Arc, The night to the owl, and mom to the lark,
less welcome.

Imo* Thanks, sir.

Arv* I pray, draw near. [Eaemd,

Enter tioo Senators and Tribonea.

1 Sen, This is the tenoor of the emperor^s writ:
That since the common men aie now m action
'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians,

And that the legions now in Gallia are
Full' weak to undertake our wars against
The fallen-off Britons, that we do mcite
The gentry to thb business. He creates
Lucius pro-consul : and to you the trib(me8|
For this immediate levy, he commands
His absolute commission. Long live Casart
TH, Is Lucius general of the forces ?

2 Sen, Ay.
TrL Remaining now in Gallia?

1 Sen, With those legioai

Which I have spoke of, wherennto your lev^
Must be supplyant : The words of your comnuisioo
Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
Of their despatch.

TrL We wUl discharge oar daty.



SCENE 1,-^The Forest, near the Caxe,
Enter CuyrsK.

do. I am near to the place where they should
meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit
his garments serve me ! Why should uis 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 pUy the workman. I dare speak
it to myself (for it is not vain-glory for a man and
his ^lass to confer in his own chamber), I mean,
the lines of my body are as well drawn as his ; no
less yoang, more strong, not beneath him in
'ortunes, 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 isl Posthumus, thy head,
whioh now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall

within this hoar be off; thy mistress enforced; tl^
garments cat to pieces before thy face: and all tha
done, spurn her home to her father: whomsy,
haply, be a little angry for my so rough ussge.
but my mother, having power 01 bis testinesStShiJl
tarn all into my commendations. My horse is tied
op safe: Out, sword, and to a sore purpose!
Fortune, put them into my hand I This is the veiy
description of their meeting-place; and the fellow
dares not deceive me. [StiL

SCENE II,— Bifbre the Cave.

Etdtr, from the Cavey Belabius, Gvidbsidb,
ARViRAauB, and Imogeh.

BeL You are not well: [TblMoasa.]

here in the cave ;
Well come to you afler hunting.

Arv, Brother, sUt here : [2b lacoan

Are we not brothers ? f ^ r^r^r^l^
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iaMw So man and man should be ;

Bat day and clay differs in dignity,
Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.

6uL Go ^oa to hunting: I'll abide with him.

Iwio. 80 sick I am not;— yet I am not well :
But not BO citizen a wanton, as
To seem to die, ere sick : So please yon, leave me :
Stick to your journal coarse ;,w breach ox

Is Breach of all. I am ill ; but your being by me
Cannot amend me : Society is no comfort
To one not sociable : I am not very sick.
Since I can reason of it. Pray yoa, trust me here:
ril r«)b none but myself; and let me die,
Stealing so poorly.

OuL I love thee; I have spoke it:

How much the quantity, the weight as much.
As I do love my father.

BeL What? how? how?

Arv, If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
In my eood brother^ fault : I know not why
I love this youth ; and I have heard ^ou say,
Love's reason *8 without reason ; the bier at door,
And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say,
** My lather, not this youth."

BeL O noble strain I [Atide,

worthiness of nature I breed of greatness I
Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base:
Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.
I'm not their father; yet who thli should m
Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me. —

*Tis the ninth hoar of the morn.

Jtv, Brother, farewell.

Imo, I wish ye sport.

Arc ^ You health. — So please you, sir.

Ima, [Aside,} These are kind creatures. Gods,
what lies I have heard !
Oar courtiers say all ^ savage, but at court :
Experience, O, thoa disprov'st report !
The imperious seas breed monsters ; for the dish.
Poor tributarv rivers as sweet fish.

1 am sick still ; heart-sick : — Pisanb,
I'll now taste of thy drug.

Oiti, I could not stir him :

He said he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.

Art. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter
I mi^ht know more.

BeL To the field, to the field >-

Well leave yoa for this time; go in and rest

Arv, Well not be bng away.

BeL l^niyi be not rick.

For yoa most be our housewife.

Imo, Well, or ill,

I am boond to yoa.

BeL Andshaltbeever. [EiitJuo,

This youth, bowe'er distress'd he appeara, hath Iiad

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