Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you Good morrow to the sun.-Hail, thou fair heaven! Gui. Arv. Hail, heaven! Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon hill, Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, When you above perceive me like a crow, That it is place, which lessens, and sets off. Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours. Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledg'd, Have never wing'd from view o' the nest; nor know not What air's from home. Haply, this life is best, If quiet life be best; sweeter to you, That have a sharper known; well corresponding Arv. The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing : Bel. How you speak! And felt them knowingly: the art o' the court, Is certain falling, or so slippery, that The fear 's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger I' the name of fame, and honour; which dies i'the search; And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deserve 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) Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, The fore-end of my time.-But, up to themountains; To him the other two shall minister; And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys. These boys know little, they are sons to the king; They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up thus meanly I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more At three, and two years old, I stole these babes; Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mother, And every day do honour to her grave: Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd, They take for natural father. The game is up. [Exit. SCENE IV. Near Milford-Haven. Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN. Ime. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand:-Ne'er long'd my mother so That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh From the 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 But keep that countenance still-My husband's hand! And he 's at some hard point.-Speak, man; thy tongue Pis. Please you, read; And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing The most disdain'd of fortune. Imo. [reads] Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises; but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part, thou, Pisanio, must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life: I shall give thee opportunities at Milford-Haven: she hath my letter for the purpose: Where, if thou fear to strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal. Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper Hath cut her throat already.No, 'tis slander; Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, To lie in watch there, and to think on him? To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature, And cry myself awake? that's false to his bed? Pis. Alas, good lady! Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness :-Iachimo, Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, Put on for villainy; not born, where 't grows; Pis. Good madam, hear me. Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Æneas, Were, in his time, thought false: and Sinon's weeping Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Posthúmus, Goodly, and gallant, shall be false, and perjur'd, I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit Pis. Thou shalt not damn my hand. Imo. Hence, vile instrument! Why, I must die; And if I do not by thy hand, thou art |