When from the mountain top Pisanio show'd thee,
Thou wast within a ken: -
Two beggars told me, - -
I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie,
That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis
A punishment, or trial? Yes: no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true:
My dear lord! - -
Thou art one o' the false ones: Now I think on thee,
My hunger's gone; but even before I was
At point to sink for food.—But what is this?
Tis some savage hold :
I were best not call: I dare not call: yet famine,
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother.—Ho!—who's here?
If any thing that's civil, speak. -
Ho 1–No answer then I'll enter.
Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy
But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
Such a foe, good Heavens! [She goes into the Cave.
Enter BELARIUs, GUIDERIUs, and ARVIRAGUs.
Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, and Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, Will play the cook, and servant: Come, our stomachs Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard.—Now, peace be here, Poor house, that keep'st thyself! [Goes towards the Cave. Guid. I am throughly weary. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Guid. There's cold meat i'the cave; we'll browse on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.