With Roman (words; and my report was once Whose boughs did bend with fruit. But in one night, Guid. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing, as I 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 th' mountains! The venison first, shall be the lord o'th' feast; And we will fear no poison, which attends I'll meet you in the valleys. How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature? These boys know little they are fons to th' king, Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. [Exeunt boys. They think they're mine; tho' trained up thus meanly The The king his father call'd Guiderius,) Jove! 4134 Strikes life into my fpeech, and fhews much more At three, and two years old, I stole these babes, Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou waft their nurse, they take thee for their mother, And every day do honour to her grave; My felf Belarius that am Morgan call'd, They take for natural father. The game's up. [Exit. Imo. Thou told'st me when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand. Ne'er long'd my mother fo To see me first, as I have now ----- Pifanio, Where is Pofthumus? What is in thy mind That makes thee ftare thus? wherefore breaks that figh From th' inward of thee? one but painted thus 6 Van Vanquish thy steadier senses ---- what's the matter? But keep that count'nance ftill. My husband's hand? Pis. Please you read, Speak, man; thy tongue which to read And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing Imogen reads. THY mistress, Pifanio, bath play'd the firumpet in my bed: the teftimonies whereof lye bleeding in me. I Speak not out of weak furmifes, but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part thou Pifanio must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers; let thine own hands take away her life: I shall give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven. She hath my letter for the purpose; where, if thou fear to ftrike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the Pander to her dishonour, and equally to me difloyal. Pif. What fhall I need to draw my fword? the paper < Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis flander, All corners of the world. Kings, Queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay the fecrets of the grave This viperous flander enters. What chear, madam? To To lye in watch there, and to think on him? To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature, To break it with a fearful dream of him, And cry my self awake? that false to's bed! Pif. Alas, good lady! Imo. I falfe? thy confcience witness, Iachimo, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency, Thou then look'dst like a villain: now, methinks, And for I'm richer than to hang by th' walls, I must be ript: to pieces with me: oh, Mens vows are womens traitors. All good feeming Put on for villany: not born where't grows, Pif. Madam, hear me -- Imo. True honeft men being heard, like false Æneas, ‹ Were in his time thought false: and Synon's weeping 'Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity • From most true wretchedness. So thou Pofthumus, Wilt lay the leven to all proper men; Goodly, and gallant, fhall be falfe and perjur'd, From thy great fail. Come, fellow, be thou honest, Do thou thy master's bidding: A little witness my obedience. when thou seeft him, Look! I draw the sword my self, take it, and hit Vo L. VI. Ꮓ But But now thou feem'ft a coward. Pif. Hence, vile inftrument! Thou shalt not damn my hand. And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No fervant of thy mafter's. 'Gainst self-slaughter There is a prohibition fo divine That cravens my weak hand: come, here's my (Something's afore't ---- soft, soft, we'll no defence; heart-- [Opening her breast.) [Pulling his letters out of her bofom. Corrupters of my faith, you shall no more Pif. O gracious lady! Since I receiv'd command to do this business, I have not flept one wink. Imo. Do't, and to bed then. + makes me a coward. Pif |