Thy mind to her is now as low, as were Thy fortunes.-How! that I should murder her? Let me be counted serviceable. How look I So much as this fact comes to? Do't: The letter That I have sent her, by her own command, 3 [Reading. Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble, Enter IMOGEN. I am ignorant in what I am commanded. Imogen. How now, Pisanio? Pisanio. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave:-Bless'd be, Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so 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. 3 Confederate. 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? 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, (Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,- For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick,+ How many score of miles may we well ride Pisanio. One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too. Imogen. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i' the clock's behalf:--But this is foolery : She'll home to her father: and provide me, presently, Pisanio. Madam, you're best consider. 4 Crowd one word on another, as fast as possible. Imogen. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here, That I cannot look through. Away, I pr'y thee; [Exeunt. SCENE III.-WALES. A mountainous Country, with a Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. you Belarius. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys: This gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet through, And keep their impious turbans 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. Guiderius. Arviragus. Hail, heaven! Hail, heaven! Belarius. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon hill, Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. 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 allowed: 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. O, this life Is nobler, than attending for a check; Richer, than doing nothing for a babe; Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine, . Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours.8 Strut, walk proudly. 7 Scaly-winged. 8 i. e. Compared with ours. Guiderius. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledg'd, Have never wing'd from view o' the nest; nor know not That have a sharper known; well corresponding What should we speak of, Belarius. How you speak! And felt them knowingly: the art o' the court, Is certain falling, or so slippery, that The fear's as bad as falling; the toil of the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger 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, A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, Guiderius. Uncertain favour! Belarius. My fault being nothing, (as I have told you oft,) But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, 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 GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little, they are sons to the king; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up thus meanly I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit |