Page 530 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

I could not stir him:
He said he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. [40]

ARVIRAGUS
Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter
I might know more.

BELARIUS
To th’ field, to th’ field!
We’ll leave you for this time, go in, and rest.

ARVIRAGUS
We’ll not be long away.

BELARIUS
Pray be not sick,
For you must be our housewife. [45]

IMOGEN

Well, or ill,
I am bound to you.

BELARIUS
And shalt be ever.
[Exit Imogen, to the cave.]
This youth, howe’er distress’d, appears he hath had

Good ancestors.

ARVIRAGUS
How angel-like he sings!

GUIDERIUS
But his neat cookery! he cut our roots in characters,
And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick, [50]
And he her dieter.