ACT III. SCENE I. Britain. A Room of State in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, and Lords, at one door; and at another, CAIUS LUCIUS, and Attendants. Cym. Now fay, what would Auguftus Cæfar with us? Yearly three thoufand pounds; which by thee lately Queen. Shall be fo ever. Clo. And, to kill the marvel, There be many Cæfars, Ere fuch other Julius. Britain is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay, Queen. That opportunity, Which then they had to take from us, to resume As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in But fuck them up to the top-mast. A kind of conquest 6 Cæfar Cæfar made here; but made not here his brag Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: Our kingdom is ftronger than it was at that time; and, as I faid, there is no more fuch Cæfars: other of them may have crook'd nofes; but, to owe such straight arms, none. Cym. Son, let your mother end. Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Caffibelan: I do not fay, I am one; but I have a hand.Why tribute? why fhould we pay tribute? If Cæfar can hide the fun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; elfe, fir, no more tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, Till the injurious Romans did extort This tribute from us, we were free: Cæfar's ambition, Though Though Rome be therefore angry;) Mulmutius, Luc. I am forry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Auguftus Cæfar (Cæfar, that hath more kings his fervants, than I thank thee for myself. Cym. Luc. Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day, or two, or longer: If you feck us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our falt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows fhall fare the better for you; and there's an end. Luc. So, fir. Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: All the remain is, welcome. • [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another Room in the fame. Enter PISANO. Pif. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accufer?-Leonatus! O, master! what a strange infection Is fallen into thy ear? What falfe Italian Let me be counted ferviceable. How look I, That I should seem to lack humanity, So much as this fact comes to? Do't: The letter [Reading. That I have fent her, by her own command Shall give thee opportunity:—O damn'd paper! Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble, Enter IMOGEN, I am ignorant in what I am commanded. not Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Imo. Who? thy lord? that is my lord? Leonatus ? That knew the stars, as I his characters; All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave :-Bleft be, You clasp young Cupid's tables.-Good news, gods! [Reads. Fuftice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be fo 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, increafing in love, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS. O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, Pisanio ? 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 Pifanio, (Who long'ft, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,O, let me 'bate,-but not like me :-yet long'ft, But in a fainter kind :-O, not like me; |