Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged, That have a sharper known; well corresponding Arv. What should we speak of, When we are old as you ? when we shall hear Bel. How you speak! Did you but know the city's usuries, And felt them knowingly: the art o' the court, As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb Is certain falling, or so slippery, that The fear 's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger I' the name of fame, and honour; which dies i' the search; As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Must court'sey at the censure:-O, boys, this story Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night, *Scaly-winged. I. e. having charge of a ward. + I. e. a command at court. I. e. compared with ours. Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, Gui. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft), The fore-end of my time.-But, up to the mountains; And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys. [Exeunt GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. 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 The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more At three and two years old, I stole these babes; Thou 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. SCENE IV-Near Milford Haven. Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN. [Exit. Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand: Ne'er long'd my mother so To see me first, as I have now:-Pisanio! Man! That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh Beyond self-explication: Put thyself Into a 'haviour of less fear, ere wildness But keep that countenance still.-My husband's hand! And he's at some hard point.-Speak, man; thy tongue Would be even mortal to me. Pis. Please you, read; And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing 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 Outvenoms 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 lie in watch there, and to think on him? To weep 'twixt clock and clock? If sleep charge nature, And cry myself awake? that's false to his bed? Is it? 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 Thy favour's good enough.-Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting,+ hath betrayed him: *For behaviour. † I. e. whose beauty was created by artifice. I. e. than to be hung up in a cupboard out of the way. Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, Pis. Good madam, hear me. Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Eneas, From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Posthúmus, Goodly and gallant, shall be false and perjured, I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit Pis. Hence, vile instrument! And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, 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 Stands in worse case of woe. And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself, To think, when thou shalt be disedged by her That now thou tir'st‡ on, how thy memory Will then be pang'd by me.-Pr'ythee, despatch: The lamb entreats the butcher: Where's thy knife? When I desire it too. Pis. O gracious lady, Since I received command to do this business, I have not slept one wink. * Makes a coward of. †The writings. + Peckest. Imo. Do't, and to bed then. Pis. I'll wake mine eyeballs blind first. Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused Pis. But to win time To lose so bad employment: in the which Imo. Talk thy tongue weary; speak: I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear, Pis. Then, madam, I thought you would not back again. Bringing me here to kill me. Pis. Not so, neither: But if I were as wise as honest, then My purpose would prove well. It cannot be, But that my master is abused: Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, Hath done you both this cursed injury. Pis. No, on my life. I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him I should do so: You shall be miss'd at court, And that will well confirm it. 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,— Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, simple nothing: That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege. Pis. If not at court, Then not in Britain must you bide. Imo. Where then? Hath Britain all the sun that shines ?. Day, night, Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it; In a great pool, a swan's nest; Prythee, think Pis. I am most glad |