girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall face the better for you; and there's an end. Luc. So, sir. Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: All the remain is, welcome. [Exeunt. SCENE II-Another Room in the same. Enter Pi sanio. Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser?-Leonatus! O, master! what a strange infection Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, So much as this fact comes to? Do't: The letter, [Reading. That I have sent her, by her own command I am ignorant in what I am commanded.** Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer, All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave :-Bless'd be, You clasp young Cupid's tables.-Good news, gods! [Reads. Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would not even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven: What your own love will, out of this, advise you, follow. Se, he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, increasing in love, Leonatus Posthumus. O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, Pisanio ? Glide thither in a day?-Then, true Pisanio, (Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,- For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick, How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Pis. Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, She'll home to her father: and provide me, presently, A riding-suit; no costlier than would fit A franklin's housewife. Pis. Madam, you're best consider. Imo. I see before me, maú, nor here, nor here, [Exeunt. SCENE III-Wales. A mountainous country, with a Cave. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviras gus. Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, 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 lrardly As prouder livers du. 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, 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, That have a sharper known; well corresponding Aro. We make a quire, as doth the prison bird, 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, 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.) But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline, I was confederate with the Romans: so, Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, This rock, and these demesnes, have been my world: Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid More pious debts to heaven, than in all The fore-end of my time.-But, up to the mountains: |