This youth, howe’er distressed

Belarius, as Morgan
This youth, howe’er distressed, appears he hath had
Good ancestors.
Arviragus, as Cadwal
How angel-like he sings!

Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for not being such a smile

Guiderius, as Polydor
But his neat cookery! He cut our roots in characters
And sauced our broths as Juno had been sick
And he her dieter.
Arviragus, as Cadwal
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was for not being such a smile,
The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly
From so divine a temple to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
Guiderius, as Polydor
I do note
That grief and patience, rooted in them both,
Mingle their spurs together.
Arviragus, as Cadwal
Grow, patience,
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
His perishing root with the increasing vine!
Belarius, as Morgan
It is great morning. Come, away.