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) But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd The fore end of my time.-But, up to the mountains"; And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the vallies. They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up thus meanly I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more Hark! the game is rous'd! Oh, Cymbeline! Heaven, and my conscience, knows, Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon, F 50 At three, and two years old, I stole these babes : Thou 'reftst me of my land. Euriphile, Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mo ther, And every day do honour to thy grave: [The Horn sounds again. Exit. SCENE V. The Palace of CYMBELINE. Flourish of Trumpets. Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, the Two Cym. Thus far; and so farewell. Luc. Thanks, royal sir. I am right sorry, that I must report ye My master's enemy. I desire of you A conduct over land, to Milford Haven. Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit: So farewell, noble Lucius. Luc. Your hand, my lord. Cloten. Receive it friendly: but, from this time forth, I wear it as your enemy. Luc. Sir, the event Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well. [Exeunt LUCIUS, FIRST LORD, &c. Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours us, That we have given him cause. Cloten. "Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. Queen. Royal sir, [Exit SECOND LORD. Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord, "Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty, Forbear sharp speeches to her. Enter SECOND LORD. Cym. Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? 2 Lord. Please you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer She should that duty leave unpaid to you, She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, Heavens, that, which I fear, Prove false! [Exeunt CYMBELINE and SECOND LORD. Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. Cloten. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, I have not seen these two days. Queen. Go, look after. [Exit CLOTEN. Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus !- Can make good use of either: She being down, [Exit. SCENE VI. A Wood near Milford Haven. Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN. Imog. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand. Pisanio! Man! Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind, That makes thee stare thus? One, but painted thus, Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd Beyond self-explication. What's the matter? Why tender'st thou that paper to me? If it be summer news, |