SCENE VII. Rome. A Public Place. Enter two Senators and Tribunes. I Senator. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ: And that the legions now in Gallia are 1 Tribune. Remaining now in Gallia ? Ay. With those legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be suppliant; the words of your commission Of their dispatch. I Tribune. We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt. SCENE I. ACT IV. Wales: near the Cave of Belarius. 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 '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 impersever ant 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 happily 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 [Exit. me. SCENE II. Before the Cave of Belarius. Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN. Belarius. [To Imogen] You are not well: remain here in But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. Guiderius. Go you to hunting; I'll abide with him. But not so citizen a wanton as To seem to die ere sick. So please you, leave me; To one not sociable. I am not very sick, Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here; Stealing so poorly. Guiderius. I love thee; I have spoke it: How much the quantity, the weight as much, As I do love my father. Belarius. What! how! how! Arviragus. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me My father, not this youth. Belarius. [Aside] O noble strain! 'T is the ninth hour o' the morn. Arviragus. Imogen. I wish ye sport. Brother, farewell. 20 30 You health. So please you, sir. Imogen. [Aside] These are kind creatures. 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, Guiderius. Gods, what [Swallows some. I could not stir him: He said he was gentle, but unfortunate; Arviragus. Thus did he answer me; yet said, hereafter I might know more. Belarius. To the field, to the field!— We'll leave you for this time; go in and rest. 4C This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath had Good ancestors. Arviragus. How angel-like he sings! Guiderius. 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, Arviragus. Grow, patience! And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine His perishing root with the increasing vine! there? Enter CLOTEN. Cloten. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Hath mock'd me. I am faint. Belarius. Those runagates! Means he not us? I partly know him; 't is I saw him not these many years, and yet I know 't is he.—We are held as outlaws; hence! H 50 60 |
