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• What air's from home. Haply this life is best,
'If quiet life is best ; sweeter to you,
"That have a sharper known; well corresponding
i With

your Aiff age : but unto us, it is
' A cell of ign’rance ; travelling a-bed ;
' A prison, 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, shall we discourse 'The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing; "We're beastly ; subtle as the fox for prey, • Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat, "Our valour is to chase what flies ; our cage " We make a choir, as doth the prison's bird, ' And fing our bondage freely. Bel. · How you speak !

you but know the cities usuries, And felt them knowingly; the art o'th'court, • As hard to leave, as keep ; whose top to climb, Is certain falling ; or so flipp’ry, that 'The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of war ; ' A pain that only seems to seek out danger 'P'th' name of fame and honour ; which dies i' the ' And hath as oft a sland'rous epitaph, [search, • As record of fair act; nay, many time, Doth ill deserve, by doing well; what's worse, * Mult curt'fy at the censure.--"Oh, boys, this story " The world may read in me: my.body's mark'd “ With Roman swords ; and my report was once

First with the best of note. Cyın beline lov'd me ; " And when a' foldier was the theme, my name " Was not far off : then was I as a tree, " Whose boughs did bend with fruit. But, in one night, " A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, " Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves ; « And left me bare to weather,

Guid. Uncertain favour !

Bel. My fault being nothing, as I have told you oft, But that two villains (whose false oaths prevailed Before my Perfect honour) swore to Cymbeline,

I was confed’rate with the Romans : fo Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, This rock and these demesnes have been my world; Where I have liv.'d at honelt freedom ; paid More pious debts to heaven, than in allThe fore-end of my time:But, up to th' mountains ! This is not hunters' language; he that strikes The venison first, shall be the lord oth' feast.; To him, the other two shall miniller, And we will fear no poison, which attends. In place of greater Itate. I'll meet you in the valleys. [Ēxeunt Guid, and Arvir. How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature ! Thele boys know little they are fons to the King ; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they're alive. They think they're mine, tho' trained up thus meanly, 1'th' cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hic The roof of palaces; and nature prompts them In fimple and low things, to prince it, much Beyond the trick *. of others. This Paladour, (The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom The King his father call'd Guiderius), Jove ! " When on my three-foot stool I fit, and tell • The warlike feats I've done, his spirits fly out • Into my story: fay, thus mine enemy fell, - And thus I fet my foot on's neck-even then The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, “ Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in posture «That ads, my words-The younger brother Cad. (Once Arviragus), in as like a figure

[wall, Strikes life into my speech, and Thewsmuch more His own conceiving. Hark, the


is rous'd-
Oh Cymbeline ! heav'n and my conscience know.
Thou didst unjustly banish me : whereon,
At three and two years old, I hole these babes ;
Thinking to bar thee of fucceflion, as

Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile,
Thou wast their ourse; they take thee for their mother
And every day do honour to thy grave
Myself Belarius, that am Morgan callid,
They take for natural father. The game's up. [Exit.

* trick, for custom, habito

SCENE IV. Enter Pisanio and Imogen.
Imo, Thou told'st me, when we came from horse,

the place
Was near at hand. Ne’er long'd my mother so
To see me first, as I have now --- -Pisanio,
Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,
That makes thee stare thus ? wherefore breaks that figh
From th' inward of thee? one but painted thus,
Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
Beyond self-explication. Put thyself
Into a 'haviour of less fear, ere wildness
Vanquiíh thy Itaider fentes What's the matter?
Why tender'lt thou that paper to me, with
A look untender; if't be summer-news,
Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that count'nance still. My huband's hand?
That drug-damnd Italy hath outcraftied him,
And he's at some hard point. Speak, man ; thy tongue
May take off fome extremity, which to read
Would be e'en mortal to me.

Pif. Please you, read; And you

shall find me, wretched man, a thing The most disdain'd. of fortune.

Imogen reads. Thy mistrefs, Pifanio, bath play'd the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I 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, muft alt for me. If thy faith be not tainted with the breach of her's, let thine own hands take away her life. I shall give thee opportunity at Milford-naven. She hath my letter for the purpose; where, if thou fear 10ftrike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pander to her ai honour, and equally to we disloyal.

Pif. 'What shall I need to draw my sword ? the paper “Hath cut her throat already_No, 'uis slander ; "Whose edge is sharper than the tword, whole tongue : Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whore breath • Rides on the posting winds, and doch belye · 6.Al.corners of the world. Kings, Queens, and ftates,,

• Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave, • This viperous flander enters. What chear, Madam?

Imo. False to his bed ! what is it to be false ?

To lie in watch there, and to think on him? • To weep 't wixt clock and clock ? if sleep.charge na"To break it with a fearful dream of him, [ture, . And cry myself awake ? that false to’s bed!

Pis. Alas, good lady!

Imo. I false? thy conscience witness, lachimy,-Thou didit accuse him of incontinency, Thou then look dst like a villain ; now methinks Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy (Whose meether was her painting) hath betray'd him :: Poor I am Itale, a garment out of fashion; And, for I'm richer than to hang by th' walls, I must be ript: to pieces with me.: oh, Mens' vows are womens' traitors.---All good feeming By thy revolt, ch husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy: not born, where't grows; But worn, a bait for ladies.

Pif. Madam, hear me

Imo. • True honest men being heard, like false Æneas, • Were in his time thought falle: and Sinon's weeping • Did scandal many a boly tear ; took pity. • From most true wretchedness, so thou, Pofthumus, • Wilt lay the leaven to all proper men; • Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and perjur'd, • From thy great fail. Come; fellow, bę thou honest, Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou feeft him, A little witness my obedience. Look! I draw the sword myself, take it, and hit The innocent mansion of my Fear: not, 'tis empty of all things, but grief ;Ihy master is not there ; who was indeed: The riches of it. Do his bidding, strike; Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause, But now thou seem'st a coward.

Pis: Hence, vile instrument !
Thou shalt not damo my hand.

Imo. Why, I must die ;
And, if I do not by thy hand, thou art
No servant of thy master's, 'Gainst self-Daughter

love, my


There is a prohibition so divine, That cravens my weak hand.* : come, here's my heart, (Something's afore't)- soft, foft, we'll no defence ;

[Opening her breast. Obedient as the scabbard ! What is here? The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus All turn'd to heresy? away, away,

[Pulling his letters out of her bofom.
Corrupters of my faith! you thall no more
Be stomachers to my heart: thus may poor fools
Believe false teachers: tho' those that are betray'd,
Do feel the treason Tharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe. And thou, Posthumus,
That fet my disobedience 'gainst the King,
And mad'st me put into contempt the suits
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find,
It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself,
To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her
Whom now thou tir'lt on, how thy memory
Will then be pang'd by me.-Pr'ythee, dispatch;;
The lamb intreats the butcher. Where's thy knife ?
Thou art too low master's bidding,
When I desire it too..

Pili o gracious Lady!
Since I receiv'd command to do this bufiness,
I have not flept one wink,

Imo, Do't, and to bed then..
Pif. I'll break mine eye-balls first.

Imo. Ah, wherefore then
Didst undertake it? why haft thou abus'd
So many miles, with a pretence? chis place?
Mine action ? and thine own ? our horses' labour ?
The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,
For my being absent? whereuoto I never.
Purpoie return. Why hast thou gone fo far,
To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand,
Th' elected deer before thee.?

Pis. But to win time
To lose so bad employment, in the which
I have confider'd of a courie; good lady,

in C makes me a cowardo.

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