I should woo hard, but be your groom. I bid for you, as I do buy. Arv. I'll make 't my comfort, He is a man: I'll love him as my brother; After long absence, such is yours. Most welcome. Imo. 'Mongst friends! If brothers? [Aside.] Would it had been so, that they That had a court no bigger than this cave, That did attend themselves, and had the virtue Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, I'd change my sex to be companion with them, gods! Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in: 'We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, So far as thou wilt speak it. Gui. Pray, draw near. Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, less wel Imo. Thanks, Sir. Arv. come. I pray, draw near. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Rome. Enter Two Senators and Tribunes. 1 Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ: And that the legions now in Gallia are Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? 1 Sen. Ay. With those legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be suppliant: the words of your commission Of their despatch. 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 mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for 't is 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 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. SCENE II. Before the Cave. Enter, from the Cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN. Bel. You are not well: [7o IMOGEN.] remain here in the I am very sick. But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. Gui. Go you to hunting; I'll abide with him. Imo. So sick I am not, yet I am not well; as But not so citizen a wanton, To seem to die, ere sick. So please you, leave me ; To one not sociable. I am not very sick, I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Stealing so poorly. Gui. 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? Bel. [Aside.] O noble strain! O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me. "T is the ninth hour o' the morn. Arv. Imo. I wish ye sport. Arv. Brother, farewell. 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: Experience, O! thou disprov'st report. Th' imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. I am sick still; heart-sick. I'll now taste of thy drug. Gui. - Pisanio, I could not stir him: He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate; Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. Arv. 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. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath had Gui. But his neat cookery: he cut our roots in characters; And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh Was that it was, for not being such a smile; With winds that sailors rail at. That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Arv. Grow, patience! Enter CLOTEN. Who's there? Clo. 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; 't is Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush. and yet I saw him not these many years, I know 't is he. - We are held as outlaws: - hence. Gui. He is but one. What companies are near: You and my brother search pray you, away; [Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRagus. |