Act 4, Scene 1

Wales: near the cave of Belarius.

  1. [Enter CLOTEN]
  2. Cloten
  3. 2168 I am near to the place where they should meet, if
  4. 2169 Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments
  5. 2170 serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by
  6. 2171 him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the
  7. 2172 rather—saving reverence of the word—for 'tis said
  8. 2173 a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must
  9. 2174 play the workman. I dare speak it to myself—for it
  10. 2175 is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer
  11. 2176 in his own chamber—I mean, the lines of my body are
  12. 2177 as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong,
  13. 2178 not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the
  14. 2179 advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike
  15. 2180 conversant in general services, and more remarkable
  16. 2181 in single oppositions: yet this imperceiverant
  17. 2182 thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is!
  18. 2183 Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy
  19. 2184 shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy
  20. 2185 mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before
  21. 2186 thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her
  22. 2187 father; who may haply be a little angry for my so
  23. 2188 rough usage; but my mother, having power of his
  24. 2189 testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My
  25. 2190 horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore
  26. 2191 purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is
  27. 2192 the very description of their meeting-place; and
  28. 2193 the fellow dares not deceive me.
  29. [Exit]