For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick, How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap Pif. One fcore, 'twixt fun and fun, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too. Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go fo flow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the fands That run i' the clock's behalf:-But this is foolery :Go, bid my woman feign a fickness; fay She'll home to her father: and provide me, presently, A riding fuit; no costlier than would fit A franklin's housewife. Pif. Madam, you're best confider. Ima. I fee before me, man, nor here, nor here, That I cannot look through. Away, I pr'ythee; [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE III. Wales. A mountainous Country, with a Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with fuch Whofe roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys: This gate Inftructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs Are arch'd fo high, that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the fun.-Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Gui. Arv. Hail, heaven! Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain fport: Up to yon hill, Your legs are young; I'll tread thefe flats. Confider, When you above perceive me like a crow, That it is place, which leffens, and sets off. And you may then revolve what tales I have told Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine, Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledg`d, Have never wing'd from view o' the neft; nor know not What air's from home. Haply, this life is best, If quiet life be beft; fweeter to you, That have a sharper known; well correfponding Arv. What should we speak of, When we are old as you? when we shall hear Bel How you speak! And felt them knowingly: the art o' the court, Is certain falling, or fo flippery, that The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, A pain that only feems to feek out danger I'the name of fame, and honour; which dies i' the search; And hath as oft a flanderous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deferve by doing well; what's worse, Muft court'fy at the cenfure :-O, boys, this story And And when a foldier was the theme, my name Was not far off: Then was I as a tree, Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night, Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, Gui. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft) Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, More pious debts to heaven, than in all 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 valleys. [Exeunt GUI, and ARV. How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little, they are sons to the king; They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up meanly I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit E 4 thus The The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out And thus I fet my foot on his neck; even then The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more At three, and two years old, I ftole these babes; Thou reft'ft me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou waft their nurfe; they took thee for their mother, And every day do honour to her grave: Myfelf, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd, They take for natural father. The game is up. [Exit. SCENE IV. Near Milford-Haven. Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN. Imo. Thou told 'ft me, when we came from horfe, the place Was near at hand :-Ne'er long'd my mother fo To fee me first, as I have now:-Pifanio! Man! That makes thee ftare thus? Wherefore breaks that figh Vanquish |