For fury not to be refifted :-Thus defy'd,
I thank thee for myself.

Crм. Thou art welcome, Caius.

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Thy Cæfar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him; of him I gather'd honour
Which he, to seek of me again, perforce,
Behoves me keep at utterance; I am perfect,
That the Panonians and Dalmatians, for
Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent
Which, not to read, would fhow the Britons cold:
So Cæfar fhall not find them.

Luc. Let proof speak.

CLO. His majesty bids you welcome. Make paftime with us a day, or two, or longer: If you feek us afterwards in other terms, you fhall 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.

Crм. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: All the remain is, welcome.

SCENE II. Another Room in the fame.

Enter PISANIO.

[Exeunt.

PIS. 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 false Italian
(As poisonous tongu'd, as handed,) hath prevail'd
On thy too ready hearing ?-Disloyal? No:
She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes,
More goddess-like than wife-like, fuch affaults
As would take in fome virtue.-O, my mafter!

Thy mind to her is now as low, as were

Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her?
Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I
Have made to thy command?-I, her?-her blood?
If it be fo to do good fervice, never

Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanity,

So much as this fact come's 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! Senfelefs bauble,
Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st
So virgin-like without? Lo, here fhe comes.
Enter IMOGEN.

I am ignorant in what I am commanded.

IMO. How now, Pifanio?

PIS. Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
IMO. Who? thy lord? that is my lord? Leonatus ?
O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer,

That knew the stars, as I his characters;
He'd lay the future open.-You good gods,
Let what is here contain'd relish of love,
Of my lord's health, of his content,-yet not,
That we two are asunder, let that grieve him,-
(Some griefs are med'cineable ;) that is one of them,
For it doth phyfick love ;-of his content,

All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave :-Bleft be,
You bees, that make thefe locks of counfel! Lovers,
And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike;
Though forfeiters you caft in prison, yet

You clafp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods!

[Reads.

Juftice, and your father's wrath, fhould 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, advife 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?

He is at Milford-Haven: Read, and tell me
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'st, like me, to fee thy lord; who long'ft,— O, let me 'bate, but not like me :-yet long'ft,

But in a fainter kind :-O, not like me;

For mine's beyond beyond,) fay, and speak thick,
(Love's counsellor fhould fill the bores of hearing,
To the fmothering of the fenfe,) how far it is
To this fame bleffed Milford: And, by the way,
Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
To inherit fuch a haven: But, first of all,
How we may steal from hence; and, for the
That we shall make in time, from our hence-going,
And our return, to excufe :-but firft, how get
Why should excufe be born or e'er begot?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr'ythee, speak,
How many score of miles may we well ride
'Twixt hour and hour?

PIs. One score, 'twixt fun and fun,

Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.

gap

hence:

IMO. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go fo flow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horfes have been nimbler than the fands

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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 coftlier than would fit

A franklin's housewife.

Pis. Madam, you're beft confider.

IMO. I fee before me, man, nor here, nor here,
Nor what enfues; but have a fog in them,
That I cannot look through. Away, I pr'ythee;
Do as I bid thee: There's no more to fay;

Acceffible is none but Milford way.

[Exeunt.

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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
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 ufe thee not fo hardly
As prouder livers do.

GUI. Hail, heaven!

ARV. Hail, heaven!

BEL. Now, for our mountain fport: Up to yon hill, Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Confider, When you above perceive me like a crow,

That it is place, which leffens, and fets off.

And you may then revolve what tales I have told you,
Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war:

This fervice is not fervice, fo being done,
But being fo allow'd: To apprehend thus,

Draws us a profit from all things we see :
And often, to our comfort, fhall we find
The fharded 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 filk :
Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine,
Yet keeps his book uncrofs'd: no life to ours.

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 beft,
If quiet life be beft; fweeter to you,

That have a sharper known; well correfponding
With your ftiff age: but, unto us, it is
A cell of ignorance; travelling abed;
A prifon for a debtor, that not dares
To ftride a limit.

ARV. What should we speak of,

When we are old as you? when we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how,
In this our pinching cave, fhall we difcourfe
The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing:
We are beaftly; fubtle as the fox, for prey;
Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat :
Our valour is, to chace what flies; our cage
We make a quire, as doth the prifon'd bird,
And fing our bondage freely.

Did you but know the city's ufuries,

And felt them knowingly: the art o'the court,
As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb
Is certain falling, or fo flippery, that