ARVIRAGUS.
Or I, whate’er it be,
What pain it cost, what danger! Gods!
BELARIUS.
[Whispering.] Hark, boys.
IMOGEN.
[Aside.] Great men,
That had a court no bigger than this cave,
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
Which their own conscience seal’d them, laying by
That nothing-gift of differing multitudes,
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
I’d change my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus false.
BELARIUS.
It shall be so.
Boys, we’ll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in.
Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp’d,
We’ll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak it.
GUIDERIUS.
Pray draw near.
ARVIRAGUS.
The night to th’ owl and morn to th’ lark less
welcome.
IMOGEN.
Thanks, sir.
ARVIRAGUS.
I pray draw near.
[Exeunt.]