Gui. Money, youth? Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those Who worship dirty gods. Imo. I see you are angry : Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should Bel. Whither bound? Imo. To Milford Haven, Sir. Imo. Fidele, Sir: I have a kinsman, who Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth, Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds Gui. Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty, Aro. I'll make't my comfort, He is a man; I'll love him as my brother: And such a welcome as I'd give to him, After long absence, such is yours:-Most welcome! Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. Imo. "Mongst friends! If brothers ?-'Would it had been so, that they Had been my father's sons! then had my prize To thee, Posthumus. Bel. He wrings at some distress. Gui. 'Would I could free't! Arv. Or I; whate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger! Gods! Bel. Hark, boys. Imo. Great men, That had a court no bigger than this cave, That did attend themselves, and had the virtue Aside. Which their own conscience seal'd them (laying by That nothing gift of differing † multitudes), Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods! Bel. It shall be so: [Whispering. Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in: So far as thou wilt speak it. Gui. Pray, draw near. Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, less welcome. Imo. Thanks, Sir. Arv. I pray, draw near. SCENE VII.-Rome. Enter two SENATORS, and TRIBUNES. 1 Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ; Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ? 1 Sen. With those legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be supplyant: The words of your commission Will tie you to the numbers, and the time Of their despatch. Tri. We will discharge our duty. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The Forest, near the Cave. Enter CLOTEN. [Exeunt. [Exeunt 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 '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 vainglory, 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 impercieverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which is now 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 † Unperceiving. *Single combat. them into my hand! This is the very description 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 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, Whose dost is both alike. I am very sick. Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. Imo. So sick I am not;-yet I am not well: But not so citizen a wanton, as [To IMOGEN. To seem to die, ere sick: So please you, leave me; To one not sociable: I'm not very sick, Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here, Gui. 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 ! O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! "Tis the ninth hour o' the morn. Arv. Brother, farewell. Imo. I wish ye sport. Arv. You health.-So please you, Sir. [Aside. 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! The imperious† seas breed monsters; for the dish, Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. I am sick still; heart-sick:-Pisanio, I'll now taste of thy drug. Gui. I could not stir him :* He said, he was gentle,+ but unfortunate; Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter Bel. To the field, to the field: We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. Arv. We'll not be long away. Bel. Pray, be not sick, For you must be our housewife. I am bound to you. Bel. And so shalt be ever. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath had Good ancestors. Arv. How angel-like he sings! Exit IMOGEN. Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters; And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick, 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. Gui. I do note, That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Arv. 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 Hath mock'd me:-I am faint. Bel. Those runagates! Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush. I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:-Hence. Let me alone with him. [Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS. That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers ? I have heard of such.-What slave art thou? Gui. A thing More slavish did I ne'er, than answering A slave, without a knock. *I. e. to tell his story. Roots of trees. + Well born. Clo. Thou art a robber, A law-breaker, a villain: Yield thee, thief. Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou? Have not I An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; Clo. Thou villain base, Know'st me not by my clothes? Gui. No, nor thy tailor, rascal, Who is thy grandfather; he made those clothes, Clo. Thou precious varlet, My tailor made them not. Gui. Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; Clo. Thou injurious thief, Hear but my name and tremble. Gui. What's thy name? Clo. Cloten, thou villain. Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider, "Twould move me sooner. Clo. To thy further fear, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know I'm son to the queen. Gui. I'm sorry for't; not seeming So worthy as thy birth. Clo. Art not afeard? Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the wise: At fools I laugh, not fear them. Clo. Die the death: When I have slain thee with my proper hand, And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads: [Exeunt, fighting. Enter BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. No company's abroad. Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him, sure. But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour* And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute, Arv. In this place we left them: I wish my brother make good time with him, Bel. Being scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehension *Countenance. |