Who was the first of Britain, which did put Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar (Cæsar, that hath more kings his servants, than Thyself domestick officers,) thine enemy: Receive it from me, then :-War, and confusion, In Cæsar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look For fury not to be resisted: I thank thee for myself. Thus defied, Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius. Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent Much under him; of him I gather'd honour ; Which he, to seek of me again, perforce, Behoves me keep at utterance; I am perfect,8 That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent Which, not to read, would show the Britons cold: So Cæsar shall not find them. Let proof speak. Luc. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome Make pastime with us a day, or two, 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. 7 At the extremity of defiance. [Exeunt. 8 Well-informed. SCENE II. Another Room in the same. Enter PISANIO, Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser?-Leonatus! O, master! what a strange infection Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian Thy fortunes.-How! that I should murder her? Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, So much as this fact comes too? Do't: The letter [Reading. That I have sent her, by her own command Enter IMOGEN. I am ignorant in what I am commanded. 9 To take in a town, is to conquer it. 1 Confederate. Imo. How now, Pisanio? Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Imo. Who? thy lord? that is my lord? Leonatus? All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave :-Bless'd be, Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O 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 Pos THUMUS. O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, Pisanio? 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'st, O, let me 'bate, but not like me :—yet long'st,— For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick;? Pis. * One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too. gers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i'the clock's behalf :-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. Pis. Madam, you're best consider. Imo. 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; 2 Croud one word on another, as fast as possible. Do as I bid thee: There's no more to say; Accessible is none but Milford way. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Wales. A mountainous Country, with a Care. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys: This gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet 4 through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the sun.-Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gui. Aro. Hail, heaven! Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon 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 you may then revolve what tales I have told you, Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life |