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Cymbeline

ACT III SCENE VIWales. Before the cave of Belarius.
Enter IMOGEN, in boy’s clothes.
IMOGENI see a man’s life is a tedious one:
I have tired myself, and for two nights together
Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,
But that my resolution helps me. Milford, 5
When from the mountain-top Pisanio show’d thee,
Thou wast within a ken: O Jove! I think
Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean,
Where they should be relieved. Two beggars told me
I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie, 10
That have afflictions on them, knowing ’tis
A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness
Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood
Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord! 15
Thou art one o’ the false ones. Now I think on thee,
My hunger’s gone; but even before, I was
At point to sink for food. But what is this?
Here is a path to’t: ’tis some savage hold:
I were best not to call; I dare not call: 20
yet famine,
Ere clean it o’erthrow nature, makes it valiant,
Plenty and peace breeds cowards: hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother. Ho! who’s here?
If any thing that’s civil, speak; if savage, 25
Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I’ll enter.
Best draw my sword: and if mine enemy
But fear the sword like me, he’ll scarcely look on’t.
Such a foe, good heavens!
Exit, to the cave.
Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
BELARIUSYou, Polydote, have proved best woodman and 30
Are master of the feast: Cadwal and I
Will play the cook and servant; ’tis our match:
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs
Will make what’s homely savoury: weariness 35
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here,
Poor house, that keep’st thyself!
GUIDERIUSI am thoroughly weary.
ARVIRAGUSI am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. 40
GUIDERIUSThere is cold meat i’ the cave; we’ll browse on that,
Whilst what we have kill’d be cook’d.
BELARIUSLooking into the cave
Stay; come not in.
But that it eats our victuals, I should think
Here were a fairy. 45
GUIDERIUSWhat’s the matter, sir?
BELARIUSBy Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon! Behold divineness
No elder than a boy!
Re-enter IMOGEN.
IMOGENGood masters, harm me not: 50
Before I enter’d here, I call’d; and thought
To have begg’d or bought what I have took:
good troth,
I have stol’n nought, nor would not, though I had found
Gold strew’d i’ the floor. Here’s money for my meat: 55
I would have left it on the board so soon
As I had made my meal, and parted
With prayers for the provider.
GUIDERIUSMoney, youth?
ARVIRAGUSAll gold and silver rather turn to dirt! 60
As ’tis no better reckon’d, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.
IMOGENI see you’re angry:
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died had I not made it. 65
BELARIUSWhither bound?
IMOGENTo Milford-Haven.
BELARIUSWhat’s your name?
IMOGENFidele, sir. I have a kinsman who
Is bound for Italy; he embark’d at Milford; 70
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fall’n in this offence.
BELARIUSPrithee, fair youth,
Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds
By this rude place we live in. Well encounter’d! 75
‘Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer
Ere you depart: and thanks to stay and eat it.
Boys, bid him welcome.
GUIDERIUSWere you a woman, youth,
I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty, 80
I bid for you as I’d buy.
ARVIRAGUSI’ll make’t my comfort
He is a man; I’ll love him as my brother:
And such a welcome as I’d give to him
After long absence, such is yours: most welcome! 85
Be sprightly, for you fall ‘mongst friends.
IMOGEN‘Mongst friends,
If brothers.
Aside.
Would it had been so, that they
Had been my father’s sons! then had my prize 90
Been less, and so more equal ballasting
To thee, Posthumus.
BELARIUSHe wrings at some distress.
GUIDERIUSWould I could free’t!
ARVIRAGUSOr I, whate’er it be, 95
What pain it cost, what danger. God’s!
BELARIUSHark, boys.
Whispering.
IMOGENGreat men,
That had a court no bigger than this cave,
That did attend themselves and had the virtue 100
Which their own conscience seal’d them–laying by
That nothing-gift of differing multitudes–
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
I’d change my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus’s false. 105
BELARIUSIt shall be so.
Boys, we’ll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in:
Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp’d,
We’ll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak it. 110
GUIDERIUSPray, draw near.
ARVIRAGUSThe night to the owl and morn to the lark
less welcome.
IMOGENThanks, sir.
ARVIRAGUSI pray, draw near. 115
Exeunt

Cymbeline, Act 3, Scene 7

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