This tribute from us, we were free: Say then to Cæsar, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which Ordain'd our laws; whose use the sword of Cæsar Hath too much mangled: whose repair, and franchise, Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar Thine enemy: Receive it from me then :-War, and confusion, Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius. Cloten. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day, or two, or 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. [Drums and Trumpets-Exeunt. SCENE III. An Apartment in CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter PISANIO; a Letter in his Hand. Pisanio. How! of adultery! Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser ?-Leonatus! Oh, master! what a strange infection Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her? Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, So much as this fact comes to? [Reading the Letter. Do't: The letter, That I have sent her, by her own command Shall give thee opportunity:-Oh, damn'd paper! Lo, here she comes. Enter IMOGEN. I am ignorant in what I am commanded, tus? Pisanio. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. You bees, that make these locks of counsel! [Reading.] Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominions, could not be so cruel to me, as you, Oh, 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, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS. O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, Pisanio? To this same blessed Milford? How may we steal from hence? I pr'ythee, speak, How many score of miles may we well ride "Twixt hour and hour? Pisanio. One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, is enough for you; and too much too. 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 housewife. Pisanio. Madam, you're best consider, Imog. 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; Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say; Accessible is none but Milford way. [Exeunt, SCENE IV. A Forest in Wales, with a Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS, from the Cave. Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours: See, boys; this gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs Good morrow to the sun.-Hail, thou fair heaven! Guid. Hail, Heaven! Arv. Hail, Heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: up to yon hill, And you may then revolve what tales I have told you, Guid. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged, Have never wing'd from view o' the nest; nor know not What air's from home. Haply, this life is best, That have a sharper known; well corresponding Arv. What should we speak of, When we are old as you, when we shall hear Did you but know the city's usuries, And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court, The fear's as bad as falling; the toil of the war, I' the name of fame, and honour; which dies i' the search; And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night, Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, Guid. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing, (as I have told you oft) |