Page 529 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
In my good brother’s fault: I know not why [20]
I love this youth, and I have heard you say,
Love’s reason’s without reason. The bier at door,

And a demand who is’t shall die, I’ld say
‘My father, not this youth.’

BELARIUS
[aside]
O noble strain!

O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! [25]
Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base;
Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace.
I’m not their father, yet who this should be,
Doth miracle itself, lov’d before me. −

’Tis the ninth hour o’ th’ morn.

ARVIRAGUS
Brother, farewell. [30]

IMOGEN
I wish ye sport.

ARVIRAGUS
You health. − So please you, sir.

IMOGEN
[aside]

These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard!
Our courties say all’s savage but at court;
Experience, O, thou disprov’st report!
Th’ emperious seas breed monsters; for the dish [35]
Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish:

I am sick still, heart-sick; Pisanio,
I’ll now taste of thy drug.

GUIDERIUS