SCENE I. Wales: near the cave of Belarius. Cymbeline  Shakespeare homepage  |  Cymbeline  | Act 4, Scene 1 

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 Enter CLOTEN  CLOTEN  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 imperceiverant 

 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. 



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