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 fearch; And hath as oft a flanderous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deferve by doing well; what's worse, 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) But that two villains, whofe falfe oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour, fwore to Cymbeline, I was confederate with the Romans: fo, Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, This rock, and these demefnes, have been my world: Where I have liv'd at honeft freedom; pay'd More pious debts to heaven, than in all The fore-end of my time.-But, up to the mountains ; The venison firft, fhall be the lord o'the feaft; And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater ftate. I'll meet you in the valleys. [Exeunt GUI. and ARV. How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! VOL. V. Gg These boys know little, they are fons to the king; [meanly Strikes life into my speech, and fhows 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, Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd, up. [Exit. SCENE IV. Near Milford-Haven. Enter PISAN10 and IMOGEN. IMO. Thou told'st me, when we came from horfe, the place Was near at hand :-Ne'er long'd my mother so To fee me firft, as I have now :-Pifanio! Man! That makes thee ftare thus? Wherefore breaks that figh Beyond self-explication: Put thyself Vanquish my ftaider fenfes. What's the matter? But keep that countenance ftill.-My husband's hand! Would be even mortal to me. PIS. Please you, read; And you fhall find me, wretched man, a thing The most difdain'd of fortune. IMO. [Reads.] Thy mistress, Pifanio, hath play'd the ftrumpet in my bed; the teftimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. Speak not out of weak furmises; 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 ber life: I shall give thee opportunities at Milford-Haven: she my letter for the purpose: Where, if thou fear to ftrike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pandar to her difbonour, and equally to me difloyal. bath paper PIs. What fhall I need to draw my fword? the Hath cut her throat already.-No, 'tis flander; Whofe edge is sharper than the sword; whofe tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whofe breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie Το weep 'twixt clock and clock? if fleep charge nature, To break it with a fearful dream of him, And cry myself awake? that's falfe to his bed? Is it ? PIS. Alas, good lady! IMO. I falfe? Thy confcience witness :-Iachimo, Thou didst accufe him of incontinency; Thou then look'dft like a villain; now, methinks, I must be ripp'd :—to pieces with me !—O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good feeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy; not born, where't grows; PIS. Good madam, hear me. IMO. True honeft men being heard, like falfe Eneas, Were, in his time, thought falfe and Sinon's weeping Did fcandal many a holy tear; took pity From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Pofthúmus, Goodly, and gallant, fhall be falfe, and perjur'd, I draw the fword myself: take it; and hit PIs. Hence, vile inftrument! Thou shalt not damn my IMO. Why, I muft die; hand. And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No fervant of thy mafter's: Against self-slaughter That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart; Something's afore't :-Soft, foft; we'll no defence; Obedient as the fcabbard. What is here? The fcriptures of the loyal Leonatus, All turn'd to herefy? Away, away, Corrupters of my faith! you fhall no more Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools And thou, Pofthúmus, thou that did'ft fet up |