When from the mountain top Pisanio show'd thee,

Thou wast within a ken:

Two beggars told me,

1

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! 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.

Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well.encounter'd! Diction "Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer