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I am sorry, Cymbeline,
Thou art welcome, Caius. Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent Much under him ; of him I gather'd honour ; Which he, to seek of me again, perforce, Behoves me keep at utterance;7 I am perfect, That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Their liberties, are now in arms : a precedent Which, not to read, would show the Britons cold : So Cæsar shall not find them. Luc.
Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome time with us a day, or two, longer : If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle : if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you
fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end.
Luc. So, sir.
Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: All the remain is, welcome.
Make pasSCENE II.
7 At the extremity of defiance.
Another Room in the same.
Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser ?-Leonatus! O, master! what a strange infection Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian (As poisonous tongue'd, as handed,) hath prevail'd On thy too ready hearing ?-Disloyal ? No: She's punish'd for her truth ; and undergoes, More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults As would take in some virtue.-0, my master! Thy mind to her is now as low, as were Thy fortunes.—How! that I should murder her? Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I Have made to thy command?-I, her?-her blood? If it be so to do good service, never Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, That I should seem to lack humanity, So much as this fact comes too ? Do't: The letter
9 To take in a town, is to conquer it.
Imo. How now, Pisanio ?
lord. Imo. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord ? Leonatus? 0, learn'd indeed were that astronomer, That knew the stars, as I his characters ; He'd lay the future open.-You good gods, Let what is here contain'd relish of love, Of my
lord's health, of his content, yet not, That we two are asunder, let that grieve him, (Some griefs are med'cinable ;) that is one of them, For it doth physick love ;-of his content, All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave :-Bless'd be, You bees, that make these locks of counsel ! Lovers, And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike ; Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet You clasp young Cupid's tables.-Good news, gods !
[Reads. Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would not even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven. What your own love will, out of this, advise you, follow. So, he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, increasing in love,
LEONATU3 Pos THUMUS.
O, for a horse with wings !-Hear'st thou, Pisanio?
0, let me 'bate,-but not like me :-yet long'st,
One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.
Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go so slow : I have heard of riding wa
gers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i'the clock's behalf :-But this is foolery :Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say She'll home to her father : and provide me, presently, A riding suit; no costlier than would fit A franklin's 3 housewife. Pis.
Madam, you're best consider. Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them, That I cannot look through. Away, I pr'ythee;
Croud one word on another, as fast as possible.
3 A freeholder.
Do as I bid thee : There's no more to say ;
Wales. A mountainous Country, with a Care.
Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS,
Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys: This gate Instructs
how to adore the heavens; and bows you To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet 4 through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the sun.-Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gui.
Hail, heaven! Arv.
Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon hill, Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, When you above perceive me like a crow, That it is place which lessens, and sets off. And you may then revolve what tales I have told you, Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war : This service is not service, so being done, But being so allow'd : To apprehend thus, Draws us a profit from all things we see: And often, to our comfort, shall we find The sharded 5 beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life
4 Strut, walk proudly.