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SCENE II.

Britain.

CYMBELINE's Palace.

Drums and Trumpets.

CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, the Tao LORDS,

Caius Lucius, and ATTENDANTS discovered. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with

us?

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,
Till the injurious Roman did extort

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 fran

chise,
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry.

Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline,
That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar

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 :-Thus defy'd,
I thank thee for myself.

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 ;

if

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.

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
Is fallen into thine ear? What false Italian,
As poisonous tongu'd, as handed, hath prevail'd
On thy too ready hearing i-Disloyal? No:
She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes,
More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
As would take in some virtue.-Oh, my

master!
Thy mind to her is now as low, as were
Thy fortunes.—How! that I should murder her?
Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I
Have made to thy command ?-1, her 1-her blood :
If it be so to do good service, never
Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanity,
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 !
Black as the ink that's on thee!
Lo, here she comes.

Enter İMOGEN.
I am ignorant in what I am commanded.

Imog. How now, Pisanio ?
Pisanio. Madam, here is a letter from my

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,

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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,

LEONATUS POSTHUMUS.

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O, 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 Pisanio,
How far is i:
To this same blessed Milford ?
How may we steal from hence ?
I prythee, 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.

Imog. Wby, one that rode to his execution, man,
Could never go so slow:-
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 liere, nor here,
Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them,
That I cannot look through. Away, I prythee;
Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say ;
Accessible is none but Milford way.

[Exeunt.

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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
Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet 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.

Guid. Hail, Heaven !
Arv. Hail, Heaven!

Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: up to yon hill,
Your legs are young; I'll tread these fats. 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,
Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war :
This 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.
Guid. Out of your proof you speak : we, poor un-

fledg’d,

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