man's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman ; I dare fpeak it to myfelf, (for it is not vainglory 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 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 services 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. You OU are not well: remain here in the cave; Arv. Brother, ftay 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; 'To one not fociable: Since I can reason of I'm not very fick, it. I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Guid. I love thee: I have spoke it; Bel. What? how? how? Arv. If it be fin to fay fo, In my good brother's fault: I Sir, I yoak me know not why I love this youth, and I have heard you fay, Love reasons without reafon. The bier at door, And a demand who is't shall die, I'd fay, "My father, not this youth. Bel. O noble strain ! worthiness of nature, breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and bale things fire the bafe: "Tis the ninth hour o'th' morn. Arv. Brother, farewel. Imo. I wish ye fport. Arv. You health -fo please you, Sir. Imo. These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I've Our courtiers fay, all's favage, but at court: I am fick ftill, heart-fick-Pifanio, I'll now taste of thy drug. [Drinks out of the vial. He faid, he was gentle, but unfortunate; Difhoneftly afflicted, but yet honeft. 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 rest. For Bel. Pray, be not fick, you must be our housewife. Imo. Well or ill, [Exit Imogen, to the Cave. I am bound to you. Bel. And fhalt be ev er. 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 smile: Guid. I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Arv. Grow, Patience! And let the ftinking Elder, Grief, untwine His perifhing root, with the encreasing vine! Bel. It is great morning. Come, away: who's there? Enter Cloten. Clot. 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 I know, 'tis he: we're held as Out-laws; hence. Let me alone with him. [Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus. 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 My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art, Clot. Thou villain base, Know'ft me not by my cloaths? Guid. No, nor thy tailor, rafcal, Who is thy grandfather; he made those cloaths, Clot. Thou precious varlet ! Clot. Thou injurious thief, Hear but my name, and tremble. Guid. What's thy name? Clot. Cloten, thou villain. Thou art fome fool; Guid. Cloten, then, double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, fpider, '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 seeming So worthy as thy birth. Clot. Art not afraid? Guid. Thofe that I rev'rence, those 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 Yield, ruftick mountaineer. your heads; [Fight, and Exeunt. Enter Belarius and Arviragus. Bel. No company's abroad. Arvu. None in the world; you did mistake him, fure. Bel. I cannot tell: long is it fince I saw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd thofe lines of favour Which then he wore; the fnatches in his voice, And burft of speaking, were as his: I'm abfolute, 'Twas very Cloten. Arv. In this place we left them; I wish my brother make good time with him, Bel. (21) Being scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehenfion Enter Guiderius, with Cloten's Head. Guid. This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse, There was no mony in't; not Hercules (21) Being Scarce made up, I mean, to Man, he had not Apprehenfion Is eft the Caufe of Fear.] If I understand this Paffage, it is mock-reasoning as it ftands, and the text must have been flightly corrupted. Belarius is giving a Description of what Cloten formerly was; and in Anfwer to what Arviragus lays of his being fo fell. Ay, fays, Belarius, he was fo fell, and being scarce then at Man's Eftate, " he had no Apprehension of roaring Terrors, i. e. of any thing "that could check him with Fears." Bur then, how does the Inference come in, built upon this? For Defect of Judgment is oft the Caufe of Fear. I think, the Poet meant to have faid the meer contrary. Cloten was defective in Judgment, and therefore did not fear. Apprehenfions of Fear grow from a Judg ment in weighing Dangers. And a very easy Change, from the Traces of the Letters, gives us this Senfe, and reconciles the Reasoning of the whole Paffage. For th' Effect of Judgment Is oft the Caufe of Fear. Could |