1 Sen. With those legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Of their despatch. Tri. We will discharge our duty. f [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. THE FOREST, NEAR THE CAVE. Enter Cloten. Clo. 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 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 de scription of their meeting-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me. SCENE II. BEFORE THE CAVE. [Exit. Enter, from the Cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen. Bel. You are not well: [to Imogen.] remain here But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. To seem to die, ere sick: So please you, leave me; To one not sociable: I'm not very sick, Pray you, trust me here: 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? My father, not this youth. Bel. O noble strain! [Aside. O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base: Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. I am not their father; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me. 'Tis the ninth hour o'the morn. Aro. Brother, farewel. You health. So please you, sir. Imo. I wish ye sport. Aro. 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, I am sick still; heart-sick :-Pisanio, Gui. I could not stir him: He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate; Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. Aro. 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 Good ancestors. Aro. How angel-like he sings! Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters; And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, Aro. Nobly he yokes 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. Gui. I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Aro. Grow, patience! And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine His perishing root, with the increasing vine! Bel. It is great morning. Come; away.-Who's there? Enter Cloten. Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain |