SCENE II. Before the cave. 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. Are we not brothers? Imo. Brother, stay here: [To Imogen. So man and man should be ; But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust 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 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 Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort 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, As I do love my father. Bel. What? how? how? Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me In my good brother's fault: I know not why My father, not this youth. Bel. O noble strain! [Aside. * Keep your daily course. O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness ! 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: 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; Arv. Thus did he answer me : yet said, hereafter We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. Bel. To the field, to the field : Pray, be not sick, Well, or ill, And so shalt be ever. [Exit Imogen. For you must be our housewife. I am bound to you. Bel. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath had Good ancestors. Arv. 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, And he her dieter. Arv. * Imperial. Nobly he yokes + Well-born. 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, 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:-1 am faint. Bel. Those runagates! Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis Clo. [Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus. That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers? Gui. More slavish did I ne'er, than answering A thing Thou art a robber, Clo. Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou? Have not I An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? Why I should yield to thee? Clo. Thou villain base, Know'st me not by my clothes? Gui. Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes, Which, as it seems, make Clo. My tailor made them not. No, nor thy tailor, rascal, thee. Thou precious varlet, Hence then, and thank Gui. The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; I am loath to beat thee. 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. So worthy as thy birth. Clo. I'm sorry for't; not seeming 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, I'll follow those that even now fled hence, And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads ; Yield, rustick mountaineer. [Exeunt, fighting. Enter Belarius and Arviragus. Bel. No company's abroad. Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him, sure. Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour* * Countenance, |