Which I left with her? Sir, I thank her, thàt. Iach. And said, she priz'd it once. Post. To send it me. Iach. She pluck'd it off, She writes so to you? doth she? Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. too; It is a basilisk unto mine eye. O, above measure false ! Phi. Here, take this [Gives the Ring. Have patience, sir, It may be probable, she lost it; or, Who knows, one of her women, being corrupted, Post. Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm! Post. Hark you, he swèars; by Jupiter he swears! There, take thy hire: and all the fiends of hell [Throws down the Bracelet. Divide themselves between you ! If you seek Iach. Post. No swearing. [Exeunt. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! ACT III. Britain. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter PISANIO, Reading a Letter. OW! of adultery? Disloyal! No: More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, So much as this fact comes to ? Do't: The letter That I have sent her, by her own command Shall give thee opportunity:—damn'd paper! Enter IMOGEN. Imo. How now, Pisanio? Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Imo. That is my lord, Leonatus? Good news, gods! [Reads. "Justice, and your father's wrath, could not be so cruel to me; but 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, "LEONATUS POSTHUMUS." O, for a horse with wings !—Hear'st thou, Pisanio? To this same bléssed Milford? Pr'ythee, speak, Pis. One score, 'twixt sùn and sùn, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too. Imo. Go, bid my woman presently provide A riding suit; no costlier than would fit A franklin's housewife. Pis. Madam, pray consider. Imo. Do as I bid thee: There's no more to sày; Accessible is none but Milford way. [Exeunt. Wales. A mountainous Country with a Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Belarius. GOODLY day not to keep house, with such This gate Instructs you how t'adore the heavens; and bòws you Gui. Arv. Hail, heaven! Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yond' 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 often to our comfort, shall we find Than is the full-wing'd eagle. No life to ours. A cell of ignorance; travelling abéd; A prison for a debtor, that not dares To stride a limit. Arv. What should we speak of, When we are old as you? We have seen nòthing; Yet sing our bondage freely. Bel. How you speak! Did you but know the city's usuries, A toil that only seems to seek out danger Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night, Gui. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I told you oft), But that two villains swore to Cymbeline, I was confederate with the Romans: so, Follow'd my banishment; and, twenty years, This rock has been my world.-But, to the mountains! These boys know little they are sons to th' king; They think that they are mine: but nature prompts them, In simple and low things, to prìnce it. Hark! [Exit. Near Milford Haven. Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN. Imogen. HOU told'st me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand:-Pisanio! what's the matter? Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind? Pis. her Imo. [Reads.] Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises; but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part, thou, Pisanio, must act for me. Let thine own hands take away life: I shall give thee opportunity at Milford Haven; she hath my letter for the purpose; Where, if thou fear to strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pander to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal. [She faints. Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper |