How hard it is to hide the fparks of nature! Thefe boys know little they are fons to th' King, Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they're mine: 'and, though train'd' up thus meanly "I'th' cave here on this brow, their thoughts do hit Strikes life into my fpeech, and fhews much more Thou 'reft'ft me of my lands.. Euriphile, Thou waft their nurfe, they take thee for their mother, My felf Bellarius that am Morgan call'd, SCENE Enter Pifanio and Imogen. [Exit. IV. Imo. Thou told'ft me when we came from horse, the Was near at hand. Ne'er long'd + his mother fo 5 Where is Pofthumus? What is in thy mind That makes thee ftare thus? wherefore breaks that figh But keep that count'nance ftill. My husband's hand? Would be ev'n mortal to me. Pif. Please you read, And you fhall find me, wretched man, a thing Imogen reads. ΤΗ HY mifrefs, Pifanio, bath play'd the ftrumpet in my bed: the teftimonies whereof lye bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak furmifes, but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pifanio, must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers; let thine own bands take away ber life: I fhall give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven. She bath 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 difloyal. Pif. What fhall I need to draw my fword? the paper Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis flander, Whofe edge is fharper than the fword, whofe tongue Out-venoms all the worms of Nile, whofe breath Rides Rides on the pofting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world. Kings, Queens, and ftates, What chear, Madam? Imo. Falfe to his bed! what is it to be falfe? To lye in watch there, and to think on him? To weep 'twixt clock and clock; if fleep charge nature, To break it with a fearful dream of him, And cry my felf awake? that falfe to's bed! Pif. Alas, good Lady! Imo. I falfe? thy confcience witnefs, Iachimo, Thou didst accufe him of incontinency, Thou then look'dft like a villain: now, methinks, Thy favour's good enough. Some Jay of Italy, Whofe feathers are her painting, hath betray'd him: Poor I am ftale, a garment out of fashion, And for I'm richer than to hang by th' walls, I must be ript: to pieces with me: oh, Mens vows are womens traitors. All good feeming Pif. Madam, hear me Imo. True honeft men being heard, like falfe Æneas, Were in his time thought falfe: and Sinon's weeping Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity From most true wretchednefs. So thou, Pofthumus, I draw the sword my felf, take it, and hit 6 mother was Thou Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause, And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No fervant of thy mafter's. 'Gainst self-slaughter There is a prohibition fo divine That cravens my weak hand: come, here's my heart Something afore't foft, foft, we'll no defence; Obedient as the scabbard! [Opening her breast. What is here? The fcriptures of the loyal Leonatus, All turned to herefie? away, away, [Pulling his letters out of her bofom. Corrupters of my faith, you fhall no more Be ftomachers to my heart: thus may poor fools Against the King my father, and didft make` Will then be pang'd by me-- Pr'ythee difpatch, Where's the knife? Thou art too flow to do thy mafter's bidding, When I defire it too. Pif. O gracious Lady! Since I receiv'd command to do this business, I have not flept one wink. Imo. Do't, and to bed then. That fet my difobedience 'gainst the King, and mads't Pif. 9 the fuits Pif. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind firft.` Imo. 2/ Wherefore then Didit undertake it? why haft thou abus'd Pif. But to win time To lose fo bad employment, in the which Imo. Talk thy tongue weary, fpeak. Pif. Then, Madam, I thought you would not back again. Bringing me here to kill me. Pif. Not fo neither; But if I were as wife as honeft, then My purpose would prove well: it cannot be Imo. Some Roman courtezan Pif. No, on my life. I'll give him notice you are dead, and fend him 1 fhould do fo. You fhall be mifs'd at Court, Imo. Why, good fellow, What fhall I do the while? where bide? how live? Or in my life what comfort, when I am I'll break mine eye-balls first. L 4 2 Ah, wherefore Dead |