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

Clot. There be many Cæsars,
Ere such another Julius: Britain is
A world by 'tselt; 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 nat'ral brav'ry of your isle, which stands,
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
With rocks unfcaleable, and roaring waters;
With sands that will not hear your enemies: boats,
But suck them up to th’ top mast. A kind of conquest
Cæfar made here; but made not here his brag
Of, came, and faw, and overcame. With shame
(The first that ever touch'd him) he was carried
From off our coast, "twice beaten; and his shipping
(Poor ignorant * baubles) on our terrible seas,
Like egg shell mov'd upon their furges, crack'd
As easily 'gainst our rocks. For joy whereof,
The fam'd Caflibelan, who was once at point
(Oh, giglet Fortune !) to master Cafar's sword,
Nade Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
And Britains (trut with courage.

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.

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The sides 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, whose use che sword of Cæfar
Hath too much mangled ; whose repair and franchise
shall, by the power we old, 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 callid
Himself a King

Luc. I'm sorry, Cymbeline,
That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar
(Cæsar, that hath more kings bis fervants, than
Thyself domestic officers) thine enemy.
Receive it from me then, -War and confusion
In Cæsar's name pronounce l'gainit thee: look
For fury, not to be resisted. Thus defy'd,
I thank thee for myself.

Cym. Thou’rt welcome, Caius;
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 shew the Britons cold !
So Cæfar shall not find them.

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


* ;, , 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,

That I bave sent her, by her own command
Shall give thee opportunity-Damn'd paper !
Black as the ink that's on thee : fenfelels bauble !
Art thou a iedary for this act, and look'lt
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 aitrologer,
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 Lora's health, of his content ;-yet not,
That we too-are asunder ; let that grieve h.m!
Some griefs are medicinable ; thai is one of them,
For it coth phyfic love ; - of his content,
In all but wax, thy leave..-Bless'd be
You bees, that make these locks of countel! Lovers,
And men in dang’rous bonds, pray not alike.

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Though forfeitures you cast in prison, yet
You clasp young Cupid's tables : good news, gods !

Justice, and your

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
« Glide thither in a day ? then, true Pisanio,
“ Who long't like me to see thy Lord; who long'ít,
(Oh, let me 'bate), but not like me ; yet long'rt-
" But in a fainter kind - -oh, not like me ;
" For mine's beyond, beyond-Say, and speak thick ;
Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing
To th’smoth'ring of the sense". How far it is
* To this fame blessed Milford : and, by th' way,
" Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
“ T'inherit-such 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'excuse : but first, how get hence ?
" Why should excuse 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 score" 'twixt fun and sun,
Madam, 's enough for you ; and too much too.
Imo. "

Why, one tbat rode to’s execution, man,
« Could never go so flow. I've heard of riding wagers,
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run i'th' clock's behalf. But this is fool'ry.
Go, bid my woman feign a fickness; fay,
She'll home t' her father; and provide me, prefent,
A riding suit ; no costlier than would fit
A Franklin's housewife.


Pif. Madam, you'd best consider.

Imno. I fee before me, man ;-nor here, nor here,
Nor what ensues, 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 ;
Acceslible is noge but Milford way.

Changes to a forest with a cave, in Wales.

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 !
Aru. 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

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