Since Leonatus false Bel. It shall be so : Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. -Fair youth, come in: Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, So far as thou wilt speak it. Guid. Pray, draw near. 800 Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, less welcome. Imo. Thanks, sir. Arv. I pray, draw near. SCENE VII. [Exeunt. Rome. Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes. 1 Sen. This is the tenor of the emperor's writ; The gentry to this business: He creates 2 Sen. Ay. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ? 1 Sen. With those legions Hij T 810 Which Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be suppliant: The words of your commission Will tie you to the numbers, and the time Of their dispatch. Tri. We will discharge our duty. 820 [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. The Forest, near the Cave. Enter CLOTEN, Cloten. I AM near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapp'd 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 despight. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which is now growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces be fore 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 ty'd 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. SCENE II. The Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN. Bel. You are not well: remain here in the cave; We'll come to you after hunting. Arv. Brother, stay here: Are we not brothers ? Imo. So man and man should be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, [To IMOGEN. 30 Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. 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 40 Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here : I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Stealing so poorly. Guid. I love thee; I have spoke it : How much the quantity, the weight as much, Bel. What? how? how? Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me Bel. O noble strain! 50 O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! I am not their father; yet who this should be, 'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn. Arv. Brother, farewel. Imo. I wish ye sport. Arv. 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 : The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. I am sick still; heart-sick :) Pisanio, 79 I'll now taste of thy drug, Guid. I could not stir him: He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate ; Aru. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter I might know more. Bel. To the field, to the field: We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. Aru. We'll not be long away. Bel. Pray, be not sick, For you must be our housewife. Imo. Well, or ill, I am bound to you. Bel. And shalt be ever. 80 [Exit IMOGEN, This youth, howe'er dîstress'd, äppears, he hath had Good ancestors. Arv. How angel-like he sings! Guid. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters; And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, go And he her dieter. Arv. Nobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh as if the sigh Was that it was, for not being such a smile ; The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly With winds that sailors rail at. Guid. I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, |