Page 523 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
As ’tis no better reckon’d, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.

IMOGEN
I see you’re angry:
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should

Have died had I not made it.

BELARIUS
Whither bound? [30]

IMOGEN
To Milford-Haven.

BELARIUS
What’s your name?

IMOGEN
Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman who

Is bound for Italy; he embark’d at Milford;
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, [35]
I am fall’n in this offence.

BELARIUS
Prithee, fair youth,
Think us no churls: nor measure our good minds

By this rude place we live in. Well encounter’d!
’Tis almost night, you shall have better cheer
Ere you depart; and thanks to stay and eat it: [40]
Boys, bid him welcome.

GUIDERIUS

Were you a woman, youth,
I should woo hard, but be your groom in honesty:
I bid for you as I do buy.