Page 528 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

You are not well: remain here in the cave,
We’ll come to you after hunting.

ARVIRAGUS
[to Imogen]
Brother, stay here:
Are we not brothers?

IMOGEN
So man and man should be;
But clay and clay differs in dignity,
Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. [5]

GUIDERIUS
Go you to hunting, I’ll abide with him.

IMOGEN
So sick I am not, yet I am not well:

But not so citizen a wanton as
To seem to die ere sick: so please you, leave me,
Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom [10]
Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me

Cannot amend me. Society is no comfort
To one not sociable: I am not very sick,
Since I can reason of it: pray you, trust me here,
I’ll rob none but myself, and let me die, [15]

Stealing so poorly.

GUIDERIUS
I love thee: I have spoke it,
How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my father.

BELARIUS
What? How? How?

ARVIRAGUS