As he was born. The King he takes the babe
To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,
Breeds him and makes him of his bed chamber,
Puts to him all the learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as ’twas minist’red,
And in’s spring became a harvest; liv’d in court—
Which rare it is to do—most prais’d, most lov’d,
A sample to the youngest, to the more mature
A glass that feated them, and to the graver