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Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I
I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
Imo. How now, Pisanio ?
Imo. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord ? Leonatus ?
Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
130 You clasp young Cupid's tables.-Good news, gods !
[Reading. Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominions, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would 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,
O, for a horse with wings !-Hear’st thou, Pisanio ? He is at Milford-Haven : Read, and tell me
141 How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week, why may not I Glide thither in a day :- Then, true Pisanio (Who long’st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'sto, let me 'bate-but not like me:-yet long'stBut in a fainter kind :-0, not like me ; For mine's beyond, beyond), say, and speak thick (Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, To the smothering of the sense), how far it is
150 To this same blessed Milford : And, by the way, Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as To inherit such a haven : But, first of all, How we may steal from hence ; and, for the gap That we shall make in tine, from our hence-going
'Till our return, to excuse :--but, first, how get
hence : Why should excuse be born or e'r begot? We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr'ythee, speak, How many score of miles may we well ride 'Twixt hour and hour?
160 · Pis. 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
wagers, Where horses have been nunbler than the sands That run i' the clock's behalf : · But this is fool-,
ery: 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 housewife.
Pis. Madam, you're best consider.
Imo. I see before mę, man, nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues ; ; but have a fog in them, That I cannot look through. Away, I pr’ythee; Do as I bid thee : There's no more to say ; Accessible is none but Milford way. [ Exeunt.
Changes to a Forest, in Wales, with a Cave. Enter
BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, böys: This gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows
Guid. Hail, heaven!
Bel. Now for our mountain sport : Up to yon hill,
Richer, than doing nothing for a babe;
unfledg'd, Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor know
Aro. What should we speak of,
Bel. How you speak!