ARVIRAGUS.
Brother, farewell.
IMOGEN.
I wish ye sport.
ARVIRAGUS.
Your health. [To Belarius.] So please you, sir.
IMOGEN.
[Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I
have heard!
Our courtiers say all’s savage but at court.
Experience, O, thou disprov’st report!
Th’ imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish,
Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
I am sick still; heart-sick. Pisanio,
I’ll now taste of thy drug.
[Swallows some.]
GUIDERIUS.
I could not stir him.
He said he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.
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.