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Drums and Trumpets.
CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, the Tao LORDS,
Caius Lucius, and ATTENDANTS discovered. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with
Luc. When Julius Cæsar Was in this Britain, And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, (Famous in Cæsar's praises, no whit less. Than in his feats deserving it,) for him, And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, Yearly three thousand pounds; which, by thee lately, Is left untender'd.
Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Shall be so ever.
Cloten. There be many Cæsars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses. Tribute? why should we pay tribute? If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tribute.
Cym. You must know,
This tribute from us, we were free:
Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline,
Receive it from me then :-War, and confusion,
Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius.
Čloten. 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 brat us out of it, it is yours ;
you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end.
Luc. So, sis. Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine : All the remain is, welcome.
[Drums and Trumpets--Exeunt.
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
Imog. How now, Pisanio ?
lord. Imog. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord? Leonas tus?
(Imogen takes the Letter, 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, Of my lord's health, of his content! Good wax, thy leave :-Bless'd be, You bees, that make these locks of counsel ! Good news,
gods! [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 tv his vow, und your, increasing in love,
O, for a horse with wings !-Hear'st thou, Pisanio?
Pisanio. One score, 'twixt sun and sun,
Imog. Wby, one that rode to his execution, man,
Pisanio. Madam, you're best consider,
Imog. I see before me, man, nor liere, nor here,
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
how to adore the heavens; and bows
Guid. Hail, Heaven !
Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: up to yon hill,