2222that made the Taylor, not be fit too? The rather (sauing

2223reuerence of the Word) for 'tis saide a Womans fitnesse

2224comes by fits: therein I must play the Workman, I dare

2225speake it to my selfe, for it is not Vainglorie for a man,

2226and his Glasse, to confer in his owne Chamber; I meane,

2227the Lines of my body are as well drawne as his; no lesse

2228young, more strong, not beneath him in Fortunes, be-

2229yond him in the aduantage of the time, aboue him in

2230Birth, alike conuersant in generall seruices, and more re-

2231markeable in single oppositions; yet this imperseuerant

2232Thing loues him in my despight. What Mortalitie is?

2233Posthumus, thy head (which now is growing vppon thy

2234shoulders) shall within this houre be off, thy Mistris in-

2235forced, thy Garments cut to peeces before thy face: and

2236all this done, spurne her home to her Father, who may

2237(happily) be a little angry for my so rough vsage: but my

2238Mother hauing power of his testinesse, shall turne all in-

2239to my commendations. My Horse is tyed vp safe, out

2240Sword, and to a sore purpose: Fortune put them into my

2241hand: This is the very description of their meeting place

2242and the Fellow dares not deceiue me. Exit.

2246Bel. You are not well: Remaine heere in the Caue,

2247Wee'l come to you after Hunting.

2248Arui. Brother, stay heere:

2249Are we not Brothers?

2250Imo. So man and man should be,

2251But Clay and Clay, differs in dignitie,

2252Whose dust is both alike. I am very sicke,

2253Gui. Go you to Hunting, Ile abide with him.

2254Imo. So sicke I am not, yet I am not well:

2255But not so Citizen a wanton, as

2256To seeme to dye, ere sicke: So please you, leaue me,

2257Sticke to your Iournall course: the breach of Custome,

2258Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me

2259Cannot amend me. Society, is no comfort

2260To one not sociable: I am not very sicke,

2261Since I can reason of it: pray you trust me heere,

2262Ile rob none but my selfe, and let me dye

2263Stealing so poorely.

2264Gui. I loue thee: I haue spoke it,

2265How much the quantity, the waight as much,

2266As I do loue my Father.

2267Bel. What? How? how?

2268Arui. If it be sinne to say so (Sir) I yoake mee

2269In my good Brothers fault: I know not why

2270I loue this youth, and I haue heard you say,

2271Loue's reason's, without reason. The Beere at doore,

2272And a demand who is't shall dye, I'ld say

2273My Father, not this youth.

2274Bel. Oh noble straine!

2275O worthinesse of Nature, breed of Greatnesse!

2276"Cowards father Cowards, & Base things Syre Bace;

2277"Nature hath Meale, and Bran; Contempt, and Grace.

2278I'me not their Father, yet who this should bee,

2279Doth myracle it selfe, lou'd before mee.

2280'Tis the ninth houre o'th' Morne.

2281Arui. Brother, farewell.

2282Imo. I wish ye sport.

2283Arui. You health.---- So please you Sir.

2284Imo. These are kinde Creatures.

2285Gods, what lyes I haue heard:

2286Our Courtiers say, all's sauage, but at Court;

2287Experience, oh thou disproou'st Report.

2288Th' emperious Seas breeds Monsters; for the Dish,

2289Poore Tributary Riuers, as sweet Fish:

2290I am sicke still, heart-sicke; Pisanio,

2291Ile now taste of thy Drugge.

2292Gui. I could not stirre him:

2293He said he was gentle, but vnfortunate;

2294Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.

2295Arui. Thus did he answer me: yet said heereafter,

2296I might know more.

2297Bel. To'th' Field, to'th' Field:

2298Wee'l leaue you for this time, go in, and rest.

2299Arui. Wee'l not be long away.

2300Bel. Pray be not sicke,

2301For you must be our Huswife.

2302Imo. Well, or ill,

2303I am bound to you. Exit.

2304Bel. And shal't be euer.

2305This youth, how ere distrest, appeares he hath had

2306Good Ancestors.

2307Arui. How Angell-like he sings?

2308Gui. But his neate Cookerie?

2309Arui. He cut our Rootes in Charracters,

2310And sawc'st our Brothes, as Iuno had bin sicke,

2311And he her Dieter.

2312Arui. Nobly he yoakes

2313A smiling, with a sigh; as if the sighe

2314Was that it was, for not being such a Smile:

2315The Smile, mocking the Sigh, that it would flye

2316From so diuine a Temple, to commix

2317With windes, that Saylors raile at.

2318Gui. I do note,

2319That greefe and patience rooted in them both,

2320Mingle their spurres together.

2321Arui. Grow patient,

2322And let the stinking-Elder (Greefe) vntwine

2323His perishing roote, with the encreasing Vine.

2324Bel. It is great morning. Come away: Who's there?

2326Clo. I cannot finde those Runnagates, that Villaine

2327Hath mock'd me. I am faint.

2328Bel. Those Runnagates?

2329Meanes he not vs? I partly know him, 'tis

2330Cloten, the Sonne o'th' Queene. I feare some Ambush:

2331I saw him not these many yeares, and yet

2332I know 'tis he: We are held as Out-Lawes: Hence.

2333Gui. He is but one: you, and my Brother search

2334What Companies are neere: pray you away,

2335Let me alone with him.

2336Clot. Soft, what are you

2337That flye me thus? Some villaine-Mountainers?

2338I haue heard of such. What Slaue art thou?

2339Gui. A thing

2340More slauish did I ne're, then answering

2341A Slaue without a knocke.

2342Clot. Thou art a Robber,

2343A Law-breaker, a Villaine: yeeld thee Theefe.

2344Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou? Haue not I

2345An arme as bigge as thine? A heart, as bigge:

2346Thy words I grant are bigger: for I weare not

2347My Dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art: