Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)

 2109Scena Septima.
 2110Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Aruiragus.
 2111Bel. You Polidore haue prou'd best Woodman, and
 2112Are Master of the Feast: Cadwall, and I
 2113Will play the Cooke, and Seruant, 'tis our match:
 2114The sweat of industry would dry, and dye
 2115But for the end it workes too. Come, our stomackes
 2116Will make what's homely, sauoury: Wearinesse
 2117Can snore vpon the Flint, when restie Sloth
 2118Findes the Downe-pillow hard. Now peace be heere,
 2119Poore house, that keep'st thy selfe.
 2120Gui. I am throughly weary.
 2121Arui. I am weake with toyle, yet strong in appetite.
 2122Gui. There is cold meat i'th' Caue, we'l brouz on that
 2123Whil'st what we haue kill'd, be Cook'd.
 2124Bel. Stay, come not in:
 2125But that it eates our victualles, I should thinke
 2126Heere were a Faiery.
 2127Gui. What's the matter, Sir?
 2128Bel. By Iupiter an Angell: or if not
 2129An earthly Paragon. Behold Diuinenesse
 2130No elder then a Boy.
 2131Enter Imogen.
 2132Imo. Good masters harme me not:
 2133Before I enter'd heere, I call'd, and thought
 2134To haue begg'd, or bought, what I haue took: good troth
 2135I haue stolne nought, nor would not, though I had found
 2136Gold strew'd i'th' Floore. Heere's money for my Meate,
 2137I would haue left it on the Boord, so soone
 2138As I had made my Meale; and parted
 2139With Pray'rs for the Prouider.
 2140Gui. Money? Youth.
 2141Aru. All Gold and Siluer rather turne to durt,
 2142As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
 2143Who worship durty Gods.
 2144Imo. I see you're angry:
 2145Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
 2146Haue dyed, had I not made it.
 2147Bel. Whether bound?
 2148Imo. To Milford-Hauen.
 2149Bel. What's your name?
 2150Imo. Fidele Sir: I haue a Kinsman, who
 2151Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford,
 2152To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
 2153I am falne in this offence.
 2154Bel. Prythee (faire youth)
 2155Thinke vs no Churles: nor measure our good mindes
 2156By this rude place we liue in. Well encounter'd,
 2157'Tis almost night, you shall haue better cheere
 2158Ere you depart; and thankes to stay, and eate it:
 2159Boyes, bid him welcome.
 2160Gui. Were you a woman, youth,
 2161I should woo hard, but be your Groome in honesty:
 2162I bid for you, as I do buy.
 2163Arui. Ile make't my Comfort
 2164He is a man, Ile loue him as my Brother:
 2165And such a welcome as I'ld giue to him
 2166(After long absence) such is yours. Most welcome:
 2167Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst Friends.
 2168Imo. 'Mongst Friends?
 2169If Brothers: would it had bin so, that they
 2170Had bin my Fathers Sonnes, then had my prize
 2171Bin lesse, and so more equall ballasting
 2172To thee Posthumus.
 2173Bel. He wrings at some distresse.
 2174Gui. Would I could free't.
 2175Arui. Or I, what ere it be,
 2176What paine it cost, what danger: Gods!
 2177Bel. Hearke Boyes.
 2178Imo. Great men
 2179That had a Court no bigger then this Caue,
 2180That did attend themselues, and had the vertue
 2181Which their owne Conscience seal'd them: laying by
 2182That nothing-guift of differing Multitudes
 2183Could not out-peere these twaine. Pardon me Gods,
 2184I'ld change my sexe to be Companion with them,
 2185Since Leonatus false.
 2186Bel. It shall be so:
 2187Boyes wee'l go dresse our Hunt. Faire youth come in;
 2188Discourse is heauy, fasting: when we haue supp'd
 2189Wee'l mannerly demand thee of thy Story,
 2190So farre as thou wilt speake it.
 2191Gui. Pray draw neere.
 2192Arui. The Night to'th' Owle,
 2193And Morne to th' Larke lesse welcome.
 2194Imo. Thankes Sir.
 2195Arui. I pray draw neere.   Exeunt.
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Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)
