Imatges de pàgina


Enter Pisanio reading a letter. Pil. if.HU

OW? of adultery? wherefore write you not

What monsters have accus'd her ? Leonatus /
Oh master, what a strange infection
Is fall'n into thy ? 'heart ?' what false Italian,
As pois’nous tongu'd as handed, hath prevail'd
On thy too ready ear? Disloyal? no,
She's punish'd for her truth ; and undergoes,
More Goddess-like than wife-like, such affaults
As would take in some virtue. Oh my master!
Thy mind to 3 'hers' is now as low, as were
Thy fortunes. How? that I should murther her?
Upon the love and truth and vows, which I
Have made to thy command! I her!her blood !
If it be so co do good fervice, never
Let me be counted ferviceable. How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanity,
So much as this fact comes to? Do's--the letter [Reading.
That I have sent her, by ber own command
Shall give thee opportunity. Damn'd paper !
Black as the ink that's on thee: senseless bauble!
Art thou a fædarie for this act, that look'st
So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.

Enter Imogen.
I'm ignorant in what I am commanded.

Imo. How now, Pifanio?
Pif. Madam, here is a letter from my Lord.

Imo. Who! thy Lord ? that is my Lord Leonatus?
Oh, 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,

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of my Lord's health, of his content ; yet not
That we two are asunder ; let that grieve him!
Some griefs are medicinable, that is one of them,
For it doth physick love: of his content
4 In all but that !" Good wax, thy leave-bleft be
You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers,
And men in dang'rous bonds pray not alike.
Though forfeiters you caft in prison, yet
You clafp young Cupid's tables: good news, Gods!

[Reading. your father's wrath, should be take me in bis dominion, could not be so cruel to me, but you, ob the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria at MilfordHaven : wbat your own love will out of this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to bis vow, and your's increasing in love,

Leonatus Posthumus.

Oh for a horse with wings! hear'st thou, Pisanio ?
He is at Milford. Haven: read, and tell me
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 Pifanio,
Who longʻft like me to see thy Lord; who long'it,
(Oh let me bate) but not like me, yet long'st,
But in a fainter kind oh, not like me ;
For mine's beyond, beyond say, and speak thick ;
Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing
To th' fmoth’ring of the sense how far it is
To this fame blessed Milford : and by th' way
Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
T'inherit such a haven. But first of all,
How may we steal from hence? and for the gap
That we shall make in time, from our hence going
Till our return, t'excufe--but first, how get hence ?
Why should excuse be born or-e'er begot?

4 all but in that

We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr’ythee speak,
How many score of miles may we well ride
'Twixt hour and hour ?

Pif. One score 'twixt fun and sun,
Madam,'s enough for you: and too much too.

Imo. Why, one that rode to’s execution, man,
Could never go so now: I've heard s'of wagers,
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run i'ch' clock's behalf. But this is fool'ry.
Go, bid my woman feign a sickness, say
She'll home her father : and provide me present
A riding suit ; no costlier than would fit
A Franklin's housewife.

Pif. Madam, you'd best consider.

Imo. I fee before me, man; nor here, nor here,
Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them
That I cannot look thro'. Away, I proythee,
Do as I bid thee; there's no more to say ;
Accessible is none but Milford-way.


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A Forest with a Cave, in Wales.

Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Bel. A Goodly day! not to keep house, with such

Whose roof's as low as ours : 6'stoop,'boys !

this gate

Instructs you how t'adore the heav'ns; and bows you
To morning's holy office. Gates of Monarchs
Are arch'd lo high, that giants may jet through
And keep their impious turbands on, without
Good-morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heav'n!
We house i'ch' rock, yet use thee not so hardly
As prouder livers do.

Guid. Hail, heay'n !

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Arv. Hail, heav'n!

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 leffens and sets off ; And you may then revolve what tales I told you, Of Courts, of Princes, of the tricks in war, That 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 beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-wing'd eagle. Oh, this life Is nobler than attending for a check ; Richer, than doing nothing for a 7 'bribe ;' Prouder, than ruftling in unpaid-for silk : Such gain the cap of him that makes them fine, Yet keeps his book uncrossd ; no life to ours.

Guid. Out of your proof you speak; we poor unfledg'd
Have never wing'd from view o'ch' nest ; nor know
What air's from home. Haply this life is best,
If quiet life is best, sweeter to you
That have a fharper known: well corresponding
With your stiff age ; but unto us, it is
A cell of ign'rance ; travelling a-bed ;
A prison, for a debtor that not dares
To ftride a limit.

Arv. What should we speak of
When we are old as you ? when we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how
In this our pinching cave shall we discourse
The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing,
We're beastly , fubtle as the fox for prey,
Like warlike as the wolf, for what we cat :
Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage
We make a choir, as doth the prison’d bird,
And fing our bondage freely

Bei, hulle;

Bel. How you speak ! Did you

but know the city's usuries, And felt them knowingly; the art o'th' Court, As hard to leave, as keep ; whose top to climb Is certain falling, or so Nipp'ry that The fear's as bad as falling ; che coil of war, A pain, that only seenis to feek out danger l'ch' name of fame and honour ; which dies i'th' search, And hath as oft a Nand'rous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times Doth ill deserve, by doing well : what's worse, Must curt'fie at the censure :-Oh boys, this story The world may read in me: my body's mark'd With Roman swords ; and my report was once First with the best of note. Cymbeline lov'd me, And when a soldier was the theme, my name Was not far off : then was I as a tree Whofe bouglis did bend with fruit. But in one night, A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, And left me bare to weather.

Guid. Uncertain favour!

Bel. My faule being nothing, as I told you oft, But that two villains (whose false oaths prevaila Before my perfect honour) swore to Cymbeline, I was confed'rate with the Romans: fo Follow'd my banishment; and this twenty years, This rock and these demesnes have been my world ; Where I have liv'd at honest freedom, pay'd More pious debts to heaven, than in all The fore-end of my time but, up to th’ mountains! This is not hunters language ; he that strikes The venison first, shall be the Lord o'th' feast; To him the other two shall minifter, And we will fear no poison which attends In place & /of state :' l'll meet you in the vallies [Exeunt Guiderius and Arviragus.

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