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Queen. And, to kill the marvail,
Clot. There be many Cæsars,
Queen. That opportunity,
Clot. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid. Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time ; and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars; other of them may have crook'd noses, but to own such strait arms, none.
Gym Son, let your mother end.
Clor. We have yet many anong us can gripe as hard as Caflıbelan ; I do not say, I am one; but I have a hand-Why, tribute ? Why should we pay tribute ? If Cæfar can hide the fun from us with a blanket, or put the inoon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; elle, Sir, no more tribute, pray you now.
Gym. You must know, Till the injurious Roinan did extort This tribute from us, we were free. Cæsar's ambition, Which twellid so much, that it did almost Atretch
ignorant for of no use.
The sides o'th' world, against all colour, here
Luc. I'm sorry, Cymbeline,
Cym. Thou’rt welcome, Caius;
Luc. Let proof speak.
Clot. His Majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day or two, or longer : if you seek us afterwards on other terms, you lhall 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 shall fare the better for you ; and there's an end.
Luc. So, Sir.
* ;, , at extreme distance,
SCENE II," Enter Pisanio, reading a letter.
Pif. How ? of adultery? wherefore write you oot, What monsters have accus'd ber? Leonatus ! Oh master, what a strange infection Is fall'n into thy ear ? what false Italian (As pois’nous tongu’d, as handed) hath prevailid On thy too ready hearing ! Difloyal ? no; She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes More goddels-like than wife. Jike, such assaults As would take in fome virtue. - Oh, my master!
Thy mind to her’s 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 !-1, her !-her blood !. If it be so to do good service, never Let me be counted serviceable. -How look I, That I should fees to lack bumanity, So much as this fact comes to ? Do't the letter,
Imo How now, Pifanio ?
Imo. Who! thy Lord ? that is my Lord Leonatus :
Though forfeitures you cast in prison, yet
father's wrath, should be 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. Sole wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and yours increasing in love, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS. * Oh, for a horse with wings ! hear'st 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
Pif. One score" 'twixt fun and sun,
Why, one tbat rode to’s execution, man,
Pif. Madam, you'd best consider.
Imno. I fee before me, man ;-nor here, nor here,
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Bel. A goodly day! not to keep house, with such • Whose roof's as low as ours : see, boys! this gate
Instructs you how t'adore the heav'ns; and bows you • To morning's holy office, Gates of monarchs
Are arch'd lo 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 use thee not so hardly • As prouder livers do.
Guid. Hail, heav'n !
Bel. Now for our mountain-sport, up to yond hill, • Your legs are young. I'll trade these flats. Consider • When you, above, perceive me like a crow, • That ii is place which leffens and sets off ;
And you may then revolve what tales I told you, . Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war; • That service is not service, so being done, • But being so allow’d. To apprehend thus, · Draws us a profit from all things we see; . And often, to our comfort, shall we find « The Iharded beetle in a fater hold; ✓ Than is the full-wing'd eagle. Oh, this life • Is nobler than attending for a check ;
Richer, than doing nothing for a bauble ; • Prouder, than rustling in unpaid for filk. • Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine, • Yet keeps bis book uncrols'd; no life to ours. Guid. Out of your proof you fpeak; we, poor,
unfledg'd, Have never wing'd from view o'th' aeft; nor know