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A Forest in Wales, with a Cave.
Enter Belarius,guiderius, and ARVIRAGUS, from the Cave.
Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours: See, boys: This gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows
you To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet through, And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the sun.—Hail, thou fair Heaven! We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do.
Guid. Hail, Heaven!
Arv. 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. And you may then revolve what tales I have told you, Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: This 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 sharded beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-wing'd eagle.
Guid. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledg'd,
Hate never wing'd from view o' the nest; nor know
Arv. What should we speak of,
Bel. How you speak!
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, Must court'sy 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: Cymbeline lov'd me; And, when a soldier 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 prevail'd
Hark! the game is rous'd! . . M,
Oh, Cymbeline! Heaven, and my conscience, knows, Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon,
At three, and two years old, Istole these babes:
ey t ee for their mo ther
And every day do honour to thy grave:
Flouris/L of Trumpets. Enter Cymaamne, Queen, C1.o'rnn, the Two Lords, Cams Lucius, and Attendants. Cym. Thus far; and so farewell. Luc. Thanks, royal sir. I am right sorry, that I must report ye My master's enemy. I desire of you A conduct over land, to Milford Haven. Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that oHice ;' The due of honour in no point omit: So farewell, noble Lucius. Lac. Your hand, my lord. Cloten. Receive it friendly : but, from this time forth, I wear it as your enemy. I/uc. Sir, the event Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well. . . [Exeunt Lucius, First Loan, dc.
Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours us, That we have given him cause.
Cloten. Tis all the better;
Queen. Tis not sleepy business;
Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus,
[Exit Secok D Lord.
Queen. Royal sir,
Enter Second Lord.
Cym. Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd?
9 Lord, Please you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make.
Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Whereto constraint by her infirmity, She should that duty leave unpaid tn you, Which daily she was bound to proffer: this She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Made me to blame in memory.
Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, Heavens, that, which I fear, Prove false!
[Exeunt Cymbeline and Second Lord.