The fear's as bad as falling; the toil of war, 'I' th' name of fame and honour, which dies i' th And hath as oft a fland'rous epitaph, [fearch, As record of fair act; nay, many time Whofe boughs did bend with fruit; but, in one night, A ftorm, 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 But that two villains, whofe falfe oaths prevail'd Follow'd my banishment; and, thefe twenty years, The fore-end of my time. tains! But, up to th' moun This is not hunters' language; he that trikes And we will fear no poifon which attends In place of greater ftate. I'll meet you in the vallies. [Exeunt Guid. and Arvit. How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little they are fons to th' King; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they're mine; and though train'd up thus meanly I' th' cave, whereon they bow, their thoughts do hit The roof of palaces * and nature prompts them, Strikes life into my fpeech, and fhews much more At three and two years old I stole these babes, Thou refi'ft me of my lands, Euriphile, [ther, Thou waft their nurfe; they take thee for their mo- They take for natural father. The game's up. [Exit. Enter Pilanio and Imogen. Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horfe, the place Was near at hand. Ne'er long'd my mother fo To see me first, as I have now. Pifanio, man, 'Where is Pofthumus? What is in thy mind, That makes thee ftare thus? wherefore breaks that figh From th' inward of thee? One but painted thus *I' th' cave wherein they bow i e. thus meanly brought up. Yet in this very cave, which is folow that they muft bow or bend in entering it, yet are their thoughts fo exalted, &c. This is the antithefis. Warburton. VOL. IX. Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd May take off fome extremity, which to read Pif. Please you, read; And you fhall find me, wretched man, a thing Imogen reads. Thy mistress, Pifanio, hath play'd the trumpet in my bed, the teftimonies whereof ly bleeding in me. I fpeak not out of weak furmifes, but from proof as Strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my re venge. That part thou, Pifanio, must act for me. If thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers, let thine hands take away her life: I shall give thee opportunity 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 pander to her dishonour, and equally to me difloyal.. Pif. What shall I need to draw my sword ? othe paper Hath cut her throat already.- -No, 'tis flander, To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if fleep charge naTo break it with a fearful dream of him, [ture, And cry myself awake? That's falle to's bed! is't? Pif. Alas, good lady! Imo. I falfe? thy confcience witnefs, Iachino;Thou didft accufe him of incontinency; Thou then look'dft like a villain: now, methinks, Pif. Good Madam, hear me. Imo. True honeft men being heard, like falfe Æneas, Were in his time thought false; and Sinon's weeping Did fcandal many a holy tear; took pity From most true wretchednefs: fo thou, Pofthumus, Wilt lay the leven to all proper men; Goodly and gallant fhall be falfe and perjur'd I draw the fword myself, take it, and hit Pif. Hence, vile instrument ! And, if I do not by thy hand, thou art No fervant of thy mafter's. 'Gainst self-slaughter There is a prohibition fo divine That cravens my weak hand; come, here's my heart Something's afore't-foft, foft, we'll no defence;: Obedient as the fcabbard! [Opening her breast. What is here?! The fcriptures of the loyal Leonatus- [Pulling his letters out of her bofom. Corrupters of my faith! you fhall no more Be ftomachers to my heart; thus may poor fools Pif. O gracious Lady! Since I receiv'd command to do this business, Imo. Do't, and to bed then. Pif. I'll wake mine eye-balls first t. Didft undertake it? why haft thou abus'd So many miles with a etence? this place? Mine action? and thine own? our horfes' labour? The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court, That is, When the edge of thy appetite shall be blunted by her in whofe embraces thou art now glut ting it. Revijal. I read, I'll wake mine eye-balls out first, ›-----or blind fieft. : Jobrf. |