Act 4, Scene 1

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