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Queen. And, to kill the marvail, Shall be fo ever.

Clot. There be many Cæfars,

Ere fuch another Julius: Britain is

A world by 'tfelt; and we will nothing pay
For wearing our own noses.

Queen. That opportunity,

Which then they had to take from's, to resume
We have again. Remember, Sir, my Liege,
The Kings your ancestors; together with
The natʼral brav'ry of your isle, which stands,
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in

With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters;
With fands that will not hear your enemies' boats,
But fuck them up to th' top mast. A kind of conqueft
Cæfar made here; but made not here his brag
Of, came, and saw, and overcame. With fhame
(The first that ever touch'd him) he was carried
From off our coaft, 'twice beaten; and his shipping
(Poor ignorant baubles) on our terrible feas,
Like egg-1 fhell mov'd upon their furges, crack'd
As eafily 'gainft our rocks. For joy whereof,
The fam'd Caffibelan, who was once at point
(Oh, giglet Fortune!) to mafter Cafar's fword,
Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
And Britains (trut with courage.

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Clot. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid. Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I faid, there is no more fuch Cæfars; other of them may have crook'd nofes, but to own fuch ftrait arms, none. Cym Son, let your mother end.

Clot. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cafsibelan; I do not fay, I am one; but I have a hand-Why, tribute? Why fhould we pay tribute? If Cæfar can hide the fun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light elle, Sir, no more tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know,

Till the injurious Roman did extort

This tribute from us, we were free. Cæfar's ambition, Which fwell'd fo much, that it did almost Atretch

ignorant for of no use.

The fides o' th' world, against all colour, here
Did put the yoke upon's; which to shake off,
Becomes a warlike people (which we reckon
Ourselves to be) to do. Say then to Cæfar,
Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, who

Ordain'd our laws, whofe ufe the fword of Cæfar
Hath too much mangled; whofe repair and franchise
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry that Mulmutius,
Who was the first of Britain which did put

His brows within a golden crown, and call'd
Himself a King.

Luc. I'm forry, Cymbeline,

That I am to pronounce Auguftus Cæfar
(Cæfar, that hath more kings his fervants, than
Thyfelf domestic officers) thine enemy.

Receive it from me then.-War and confufion
In Cæfar's name pronounce I 'gainit thee: look
For fury, not to be refifted.
be refifted. Thus defy'd,

I thank thee for myself.

Gym. Thou'rt welcome, Caius;

Thy Cæfar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him: of him 1 gather'd honour,
Which he to feek 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 fhew the Britons cold!
So Cæfar fhall not find them.

Luc. Let proof speak.

Clot. His Majefty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day or two, or longer if you feek us afterwards on other terms, you fhall find us in our falt water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is your's: if you fall in the adventure, our crows fhall fare the better for you; and there's an end.

Luc. So, Sir.

Cym. I know your mafter's pleasure, and he mine All the remain is, welcome.

* i. e. at extreme distance.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Enter Pifanio, reading a letter.

Pif. How of adultery? wherefore write you not, What monfters have accus'd her? Leonatus ! Oh mafter, what a ftrange infection

Is fall'n into thy ear? what falfe Italian

(As pois'nous tongu'd, as handed) hath prevail'd On thy too ready hearing!

Difloyal? no; She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes More goddefs-like' than wife-like, fuch affaults As would take in fome virtue. 66 Oh, my mafter ! Thy mind to her's is now as low, as were Thy fortunes.

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How that I fhould murder her?

Upon the love and truth, and vows, which I

Have made to thy command!-1, her !-her blood!
If it be fo to do good service, never

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

So much as this fact comes to? Do't the letter,

[Reading

That I have fent her, by her own command
Shall give thee opportunity-Damn'd paper!
Black as the ink that's on thee: fenfelefs bauble!
Art thou a fœdary for this act, and look'st
So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.

Enter Imogen.

I'm ignorant in what I am commanded.

Imo How now, Pifanio?

Pif Madam, here is a letter from my Lord.

Imo. Who! thy Lord? that is my Lord Leonatus: Oh, learn'd indeed were that aftrologer,

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 too-are afunder; let that grieve him!
Some griefs are medicinable; that is one of them,
For it doth phyfic love; of his content,

In all but that.—Good wax, thy leave.-Blefs'd be
You bees, that make thefe jocks of countel! Lovers,
And men in dang'rous bonds, pray not alike.

Though forfeitures you caft in prifon, yet

You clafp young Cupid's tables: good news, gods!

Reading.

Fuftice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be fo cruel to me; but you, oh, the deareft of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria, at Milford-haven; what your own love will out of this, advise you, follow. So be wifhes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and yours increafing in love, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS. "Oh, for a horse with wings! hear'ft thou, Pifanio? "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't like me to fee thy Lord; who long'st, (Oh, let me 'bate), but not like me ; yet long'ft-"But in a fainter kind- -oh, not like me; "For mine's beyond, beyond-Say, and fpeak thick; Love's counsellor fhould fill the bores of hearing To th' fmoth'ring of the fenfe" How far it is "To this fame bleffed Milford: and, by th' way, "Tell me how Wales was made fo happy, as "T'inherit-fuch a haven. But, first of all, "How may we steal from hence? and for the gap "That we fhall make in time, from our hence going "Till our return, t'excufe: but firft, how get hence? "Why fhould excufe be born or ere begot? "We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr'ythee, fpeak, "How many score of miles may we well ride "'Twixt hour and hour?

Pif. One fcore' 'twixt fun and fun,

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

Imo. " Why, one that rode to's execution, man,
"Could never go fo flow. I've heard of riding wagers,
Where horses have been nimbler than the fands
That run i' th' clock's behalf. But this is fool'ry.
Go, bid my woman feign a fickness; say,

She'll home t' her father; and provide me, prefent,
A riding fuit; no costlier than would fit
A Franklin's housewife.

VOL. VII.

Pif. Madam, you'd beft confider.

Imo. I fee before me, man; nor here, nor here, Nor what enfues, that have a fog in them, That I cannot look thro'. Away, I pr'ythee, Do as I bid thee; there's no more to say; Acceffible is none but Milford way.

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[Exeunt.

Changes to a foreft with a cave, in Wales.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Bel. A goodly day! not to keep house, with fuch
• Whofe roof's as low as ours: fee, boys! this gate
Inftructs you how t'adore the heav'ns; and bows you
To morning's holy office, 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 heav'n!
We house i' th' rock, yet ufe thee not so hardly
As prouder livers do.

Guid. Hail, heav'n!

Arv. Hail, heav'n!

Bel. Now for our mountain-fport, up to yond hill, Your legs are young. I'll trade 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 told you, Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war; • That fervice is not fervice, fo being done, But being fo allow'd. To apprehend thus, • Draws us a profit from all things we fee; And often, to our comfort, fhall we find • The sharded beetle in a fater hold;

Than is the full-wing'd eagle. Oh, this life • Is nobler than attending for a check;

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Richer, than doing nothing for a bauble;
Prouder, than ruftling in unpaid for filk.

Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine, • Yet keeps his book uncrots'd; no life to ours. Guid. Out of your proof you fpeak; we, poor, unfledg'd,

Have never wing'd from view o' th' neft; nor know

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