hardiness is mother. Ho! who's here? If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage, Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I'll enter. Best draw my sword: and if mine enemy But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. Such a foe, good heavens! You, Polydote, have proved best woodman and Are master of the feast: Cadwal and I Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match: The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Will make what's homely savoury: weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here, Poor house, that keep'st thyself! I am thoroughly weary. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browse on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. Stay; come not in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. What's the matter, sir? By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon! Behold divineness No elder than a boy! Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought To have begg'd or bought what I have took: good troth, I have stol'n nought, nor would not, though I had found Gold strew'd i' the floor. Here's money for my meat: I would have left it on the board so soon As I had made my meal, and parted With prayers for the provider. Money, youth? All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those Who worship dirty gods. I see you're angry: Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should Have died had I not made it. Whither bound? To Milford-Haven. What's your name? Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, I am fall'n in this offence. Prithee, fair youth, Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Ere you depart: and thanks to stay and eat it. Boys, bid him welcome. Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty, I bid for you as I'd buy. I'll make't my comfort He is a man; I'll love him as my brother: And such a welcome as I'd give to him