And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys. [Exeunt Gui. and Arv. How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little, they are sons to the king; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. 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; Tho 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. Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand:-Ne'er long'd my mother so Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind, That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, But keep that countenance still.-My husband's hand! Pis. Please you, read 3 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; 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 pander 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 Out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, This viperous slander enters.-What cheer, madam? To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature, And ery myself awake? that's false to his bed? Pis. Alas, good lady! Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness :-Iachimo, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency; Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, Put on for villany; not born, where't grows; Pis. Good madam, hear me. Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Encas, Were, in his time, thought false: And Sinon's weeping Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Posthumus, Goodly, and gallant, shall be faise, and perjur'd, The riches of it: Do his bidding; strike. Pis. Hence, vile instrument! Thou shalt not damn my hand. Imo. Why, I must die; And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart; The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, All turn'd to heresy? Away, away, Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up Pis. O gracious lady, Since I receiv'd command to do this business, Imo. Do't, and to bed then. Wherefore then Pis. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd Pis. But to win time Imo. But if I were as wise as honest, then My purpose would prove well. It cannot be, But that my master is abus'd: Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, Hath done you both this cursed injury. Imo. Some Roman courtezan. No, on my life. Pis. Imo. Why, good fellow, What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live? Or in my life what comfort, when I am Dead to my husband? Pis. If you'll back to the court, |