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That have afflictions on them, knowing ’tis [10]
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,
Thou art one o’ th’ false ones! Now I think on thee, [15]
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 call; I dare not call: yet famine,
Ere clean it o’erthrow Nature, makes it valiant. [20]
Plenty and peace breeds cowards: hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother. Ho! who’s here?
If any thing that’s civil, speak: if savage,
Take, or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I’ll enter.
Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy [25]
But fear the sword like me, he’ll scarcely look on’t.
Such a foe, good heavens!
[Exit, to the cave.]
Scene VII IT
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
BELARIUS
You, Polydore, have prov’d best woodman, and
Are master of the feast: Cadwal and I
Will play the cook and servant, ’tis our match:
The sweat and industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to. Come, our stomachs [5]
Will make what’s homely savoury: weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down-pillow hard. Now peace be here,
Poor house, that keep’st thyself!
GUIDERIUS
I am throughly weary.