SCENE II. Britain. CYMBELINE'S Palace. Drums and Trumpets. CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, the Two 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, 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, şir, 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, 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. Make Cloten. His majesty bids you welcome. 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 PISANI0; a Letter in his Hand. Pisanio. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser?-Leonatus! t 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. Imog. How now, Pisanio? Pisanio. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Imog. Who? thy lord? that is my lord? Leona+ [IMOGEN takes the Letter. tus? Oh, learn'd indeed were that astronomer, 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 ? Glide thither in a day?-Then, true 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. Imog. Why, 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 here, nor here, [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 Guid. Hail, Heaven! to yon hill, Consider, Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: up Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. 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 unfledg'd, |