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Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Aruiragus

Bel. You Polidore haue prou’d best Woodman, and

Are Master of the Feast: Cadwall, and I

Will play the Cooke, and Seruant, ‘tis our match:

The sweat of industry would dry, and dye

But for the end it workes too. Come, our stomackes

Will make what’s homely, sauoury: Wearinesse

Can snore vpon the Flint, when restie Sloth

Findes the Downe-pillow hard. Now peace be heere,

Poore house, that keep’st thy selfe

Gui. I am throughly weary

Arui. I am weake with toyle, yet strong in appetite

Gui. There is cold meat i’th’ Caue, we’l brouz on that

Whil’st what we haue kill’d, be Cook’d

Bel. Stay, come not in:

But that it eates our victualles, I should thinke

Heere were a Faiery

Gui. What’s the matter, Sir?

Bel. By Iupiter an Angell: or if not

An earthly Paragon. Behold Diuinenesse

No elder then a Boy.

Enter Imogen.

Imo. Good masters harme me not:

Before I enter’d heere, I call’d, and thought

To haue begg’d, or bought, what I haue took: good troth

I haue stolne nought, nor would not, though I had found

Gold strew’d i’th’ Floore. Heere’s money for my Meate,

I would haue left it on the Boord, so soone

As I had made my Meale; and parted

With Pray’rs for the Prouider

Gui. Money? Youth

Aru. All Gold and Siluer rather turne to durt,

As ‘tis no better reckon’d, but of those

Who worship durty Gods

Imo. I see you’re angry:

Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should

Haue dyed, had I not made it

Bel. Whether bound?

Imo. To Milford-Hauen

Bel. What’s your name?

Imo. Fidele Sir: I haue a Kinsman, who

Is bound for Italy; he embark’d at Milford,

To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,

I am falne in this offence

Bel. Prythee (faire youth)

Thinke vs no Churles: nor measure our good mindes

By this rude place we liue in. Well encounter’d,

‘Tis almost night, you shall haue better cheere

Ere you depart; and thankes to stay, and eate it:

Boyes, bid him welcome

Gui. Were you a woman, youth,

I should woo hard, but be your Groome in honesty:

I bid for you, as I do buy

Arui. Ile make’t my Comfort

He is a man, Ile loue him as my Brother:

And such a welcome as I’ld giue 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 bin so, that they

Had bin my Fathers Sonnes, then had my prize

Bin lesse, and so more equall ballasting

To thee Posthumus

Bel. He wrings at some distresse Gui. Would I could free’t

Arui. Or I, what ere it be,

What paine it cost, what danger: Gods!

Bel. Hearke Boyes

Imo. Great men

That had a Court no bigger then this Caue,

That did attend themselues, and had the vertue

Which their owne Conscience seal’d them: laying by

That nothing-guift of differing Multitudes

Could not out-peere these twaine. Pardon me Gods,

I’ld change my sexe to be Companion with them,

Since Leonatus false

Bel. It shall be so:

Boyes wee’l go dresse our Hunt. Faire youth come in;

Discourse is heauy, fasting: when we haue supp’d

Wee’l mannerly demand thee of thy Story,

So farre as thou wilt speake it

Gui. Pray draw neere

Arui. The Night to’th’ Owle,

And Morne to th’ Larke lesse welcome

Imo. Thankes Sir

Arui. I pray draw neere.

Exeunt.