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Act I. Scene I.

Act IV. Scene I.—Wales. The Forest, near
the Cave of Belarius.

Enter CLOTEN.

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 mis-
tress, 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 remark-
able in single oppositions; yet this imperceiv-
erant 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 dares not deceive me. [Exit.
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