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 huswife.
IMOGEN.
Well, or ill,
I am bound to you.
BELARIUS.
And shalt be ever.
[Exit Imogen into 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 sauc’d our broths as Juno had been sick,
And he her dieter.