?Till the injurious Roman did extort
This tribute from us, we were free. Cæsar's ambition,
Which swell'd so much that it did almost tretch
The sides o'th' world, against all colour, here
Did put the yoke upon's; which to thake off,
Becomes a warlike people, which we reckon
Ourselves to be. We do. Say then tò Cæsar,
Our ancestor was that Malmutius which
Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword of Cæfar
Hath too muchmangled; whose repair and franchide
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry: Malmutius made

our laws,
Who was the first of Britain which did put
His brows within a golden crown, and callid
Himself a King

Luc. l'ın forry, Cyınbeline,
That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæfar,
Cæfar, that hath more kings his fervants than
Thyself domestic officers, thine enemy.
Receive it from me then. War and confufion'
In Cæsar's pame pronounce I 'gainst thee : look
For fury not to be resisted. Thus defy'd,
I thank thee for myself.

Cym. Thou’rt welcome, Caius. Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent Much under hiin: of him I gather'd honour, Which he to seek of me again, perforce Behoves me keep at utterance t. I am perfect, That the Pannonians and Dalınatians for Their liberties are now in arms : a precedent Which not to read, would Niew the Britons cold: So Cæsar shall not find them.

Luc. Let proof speak.

Clot. His Majesty bids you welcome. Make pa ftime with us a day or two, or longer : if you seek us afterwards on other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle; if you beat us out of it, it is yours ; if you fall in the adventure, our crows thall fare the better for you; and there's an end

+ That is, at my extremelt peril. Revisali

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Luc. So, Sir.
Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine:
All the remain is, welcome.

[Exeiunt.

SC E N E II.

Enter Pifanio, reading a letter.
Pis. How? of adultery? wherefore write you not:
What monsters her accuse? Leonatus!
Oh master, what a strange infection
Is fall’n into thy ear? what false Italian,
As pois’nous tongu'd as handed t, hath prevaild -
On thy ton-ready hearing!-Dilloyal? no,
She's punili'd for her truth, and undergoes
More goddess-like than wife-like, such allaults
As would take in some virue. Oh, my master!!
Thy mind to her is now as low as were
Thy fortunes. How? that I Nould murder her?
Upon the love and truth and vows.which I
Have made to thy command !-1, her !-her blood
If it be fo to do good fervice, never
Let me be counted serviceable.—How look I,
That I should seem to lack bumanity
So much as this fact comes to? Dit the letter
That I have sent frer by her own command, [Reading,
Shall give thee opportunity:-

-Damned paper!
Black as the ink that's on thee: fenfelets bauble!!
Art thou a fcedarie for this at, and look'st.
So virgin-like without? Lo, here the comess,

Enter Imogen..
I'm ignorant in what I am commanded

Inin. How now, Pisanio?
Pil. Madam, here is a letter from my Lord.

Inio. Who! thy Lord ? that is iny Lord Leonatuse
Oh, learn'd indeed were that aftrologer
Thar knew the stars as I his characters :
He'd lay the future open.--You good Gods,

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Love's

To th? To ti Tell me Tinh How That

Why

+ About Shakespeare's time the practice of poisoning was very common in It:ly, and the lufpicion of Italian poisons yet more common. Johnson...

vigou

Let what is here contain’d relish of love,
of my Lord's health, of his content;-(yet not
That we two are alunder ;-let that grieve hiin!
Some griefs are medicinable; that is one of them,
For it doth physic love *);-of his content,
All but in that. Good wax, thy leave. · Bless'd be
You bees, that makes these locks of counfel! Lovers
And men in dang’rous bonds pray not alike.

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

Reading.] Fustice and your father's wrat', should he take me in his dominion, could not be lo cruel to nie, as you, oh the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice ihat I am in Cambria, at Milford-haven: what your own love will out of this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your increasing in t love.

LEONATUS POSTHUMUS.
Oh, for a horse with wings ! Hear'st thou, Pisanio.?
He is at Milford- haven. Read, and tell me
How far 'tis thịther. 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'st like me to see thy Lord; who long'st, –
Olet me 'bate-but not like ine-yet long'it-
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 to happy as
T' inherit fuch a haven. But, first of all,
How may we steal from hence? and for the gap ~
That we shall 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?

That is, grief for absence keeps love in health and vigour. "Fobalon.

| Iread, Loyal to kis vow and you; increasing in love. Ib.

We'll talk of that hereafter. Prythee speak,
How many score of miles may we well ride
'Twixt hour and hour?

Pif. One score 'twixt sun and sun,
Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.

Imo. Why, one that rode to’s execution, man, Could never go to now. 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 presently A riding suit, no costlier than would fit A Franklin's + housewife.

Pis. Madam, you'd best consider.

Inio. I fee before me, man? Nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues, but have a fog in thein That I cannot look through 1. Away, I pr’ythee, Do as I bid thee; there's no more to lay; Accellible is none but Milford way. [Exeunt,

S CE N E III.
Changes to a Forest with a Gave, in Wales..

Enter Bellarius, 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 turbants on, wiihout
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, heaven!
Arv. Hail, heaven!

† A franklin 'is literally a freeholder with a small estate, Beither villain nor villal. Johnson.

That is, I can lee neither one way nor other, bea fore me nor behind me, but all the ways are covered with an impenetrable log: Ibido

Beh Now for our mountain sport up to yond hill.
Your legs are young: I'll tread thele flats. Consider,
When you above perceive me like a crow,
That it is place which leflens and sets off.
And you may then revolve what tales I 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 Mall we find
The Sharded beetle in a safer liold
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 rulling in unpaid-for silk:
Such gain the cap of him that makes them fine,
Yet keeps his book uncross’d. No life to ours.
Guid. Out of your proof you speak; we, poor,

unfledg’d,
Have never wing’d from view o' th’ nest; nor know
What air's from home. Haply this life is best, [not
If quiet life is best; sweeter to you,
That have a liarper known; well corresponding
With your stiff age ;

but unto us it is
A cell of ign’rance; travelling a-bed;
A prison for a debtor that not dares
To stride 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 för what we eat;
Our valour is to chace what flies; our cage
We make a quire, as doth the prison:d bird,
And sing our bondage freely.

Bel. How you speak !
Did you but know the city's usuries,
And felt them knowingly, the art o'th' court,
As hard to leave as keep, wliofe top to climb
Is certain falling, or so flipp'ry, that'