Act 4, Scene 1
Wales: near the cave of Belarius.
- [Enter CLOTEN]
- Cloten
- 2168 I am near to the place where they should meet, if
- 2169 Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments
- 2170 serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by
- 2171 him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the
- 2172 rather—saving reverence of the word—for 'tis said
- 2173 a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must
- 2174 play the workman. I dare speak it to myself—for it
- 2175 is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer
- 2176 in his own chamber—I mean, the lines of my body are
- 2177 as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong,
- 2178 not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the
- 2179 advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike
- 2180 conversant in general services, and more remarkable
- 2181 in single oppositions: yet this imperceiverant
- 2182 thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is!
- 2183 Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy
- 2184 shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy
- 2185 mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before
- 2186 thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her
- 2187 father; who may haply be a little angry for my so
- 2188 rough usage; but my mother, having power of his
- 2189 testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My
- 2190 horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore
- 2191 purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is
- 2192 the very description of their meeting-place; and
- 2193 the fellow dares not deceive me.
- [Exit]