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Title: Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen in The young people of Shakespeare's dramas
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Bar, Amelia Edith Huddleston, 1831-1919
Subjects: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616
Publisher: New York : D. Appleton and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ast: Cadwal, and I,Will play the cook and servant; tis our match: 142 GUIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS. I % The sweat of industry would dry, and die, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachf Will make whats homely, savory: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when rusty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.—Now, peace be here. Poor house, that keepst thyself! Gui. I am thoroughly weary. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Gui. There is cold meat i the cave: well browseon thatWhilst what we have killd be cookd. \ Bel. Stay: come not (Looking in.But that it eats our victuals, I should thinkHere were a fairy. Qui. Whats the matter, sir.i* Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,An earthly paragon !—Behold divinenessNo elder than a boy ! Enter Imogen. Imo, Good masters, harm me not:Before I enterd here, I calld; and thoughtTo have beggd, or bought, what I have took. Good troth,I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had foundGold strewd o the floor. Heres money for my meat:
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Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen. Guiderius and A rviragus. GUIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS. 143 I would have left it on the board, so soonAs I had made my meal, and partedWith prayers for the provider. Gui. Money, youth? Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!As tis no better reckoned, but of thoseWho worship dirty gods. Imo. I see, you are angry. Know, if you kill me for my fault, I shouldHave died, had I not made it. Bel. Whither bound .^ Imo. To Milford-Haven. Bel. Whats your name.* Imo. Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman whoIs bound for Italy : he embarkd at Milford ;To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,I am fallen in this offence. Bel. Prithee, fair youth, Think us no churls, nor measure our good mindsBy this rude place we live in. Well encounterd.Tis almost night: you shall have better cheerEre you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.—Boys, bid him welcome. GuL Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard but be your groom.—In honesty,I bid for you as I do buy. Arv. Ill

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