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