Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys; gate This | Was not far off.-Then was I as a tree, [night, 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 hardly As prouder livers do. Gui. Hail, heaven! Arv. Hail, heaven! [hill, Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: up to yon That have a sharper known; well corresponding Arv. What should we speak of, Bel. How you speak! Did you but know the city's usuries, And felt them knowingly: the art o'the court, [search; The world may read in me: my body's mark'd With Roman swords: and my report was once First with the best of note: Cymbeline lov'd me; And when a soldier was the theme, my name [you oft) Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told 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: [tains; Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid up thus meanly posture That acts my words. The younger brother, (Once, Arviragus,) in as like a figure, Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more His own conceiving. Hark! the game is rous'd!O, Cymbeline! heaven, and my conscience, knows, Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon, At three, and two years old, I stole these babes; Thinking to bar thee of succession, as Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their And every day do honour to her grave: [mother, 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 To see me first, as I have now:-Pisanio! Man! Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind, That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breake 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 1 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 MilfordHaven 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? Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion; By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Pis. Good madam, hear me. Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Eneas, [weeping Were, in his time, thought false and Sinon's Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity From most true wretchedness: so, thou, Posthúmus, Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men; Goodly, and gallant, shall be false, and perjur'd, From thy great fail.-Come, fellow, be thou hon est; [him, Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou see'st A little witness my obedience: look I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit Pis. Hence, vile instrument! And if I do not by thy hand, thou art That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart; Something's afore't :-soft, soft; we'll no defence; Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor And thou, Posthúmus, thou that didst set up knife? Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, When I desire it too. Pis. O gracious lady, Since I receiv'd command to do this business, Imo. Do't, and to bed then. Pis. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. Did'st undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd My purpose would prove well. It cannot be, Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him Imo. Why, good fellow, Pis. If you'll back to the court, How [live? 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? night, Present yourself, desire his service, tell him Wherein you are happy (which you'll make him know, able, If that his head have ear in music), doubtless, Imo. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away: Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short fare- Are they not but in Britain? I'the world's Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it; Pis. I am most glad You think of other place. The embassador, Imo. O, for such means! Though peril to my modesty, not death on't, Pis. Well, then, here's the point: I see into thy end, and am almost Pis. First, make yourself but like one. Imo. Amen: I thank thee. [exeunt. Till he have cross'd the Severn.-Happiness! Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business; Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus, Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd [exit. Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, I have not seen these two days. Queen. Go, look after. [exit Cloten. Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthúmus!— He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes It is a thing most precious. But for her, Where is she gone; haply, despair hath seiz'd her; Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown To her desir'd Posthúmus: gone she is To death, or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: she being down, I have the placing of the British crown. Re-enter Cloten. How now, my son? Clo. 'Tis certain, she is filed: Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none Queen. All the better: may Shall-Who is here? What are you packing, sirrah? Come hither: ah, you precious pandar! Villain, How can she be with him? When was she miss'd' He is in Rome. Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer; Pis. O, my all-worthy lord No more of worthy lord, Speak, or thy silence on the instant is This paper is the history of my knowledge, Pis. Or this, or perish. She's far enough; and what he learns by this, May prove his travel, not her danger. Clo. Humph! [aside. Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O, Imogen, Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! [aside. Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true? Pis. Sir, as I think. Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.— Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry,—that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,-I would think thee an honest man: thou should'st neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment. Pis. Well, my good lord. Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For, since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me? Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :-I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon:Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these garments were come. She said upon a time (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart), that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, -and when my lust hath dined (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised), to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes. Be those the garments? Pis. Ay, my noble lord. Clo. How long is't since she went to MilfordPis. She can scarce be there yet. [Haven? Cto. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee.-My revenge is now at Milford; 'would I had wings to follow it!-Come, and be true. [exit. Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for, true to thee, Were to prove false, which I will never be, To him that is most true.-To Milford go, And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed! I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie, [and Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be Poor house, that keep'st thyself! [here, Gui. I am thoroughly weary. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll browze on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. Bel. Stay; come not in: [looking in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. Gui. What's the matter, sir? Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or if not, An earthly paragon! Behold divineness No elder than a boy! Enter Imogen. Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those Who worship dirty gods. Imo. I see, you are angry, Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth, Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.Boys, bid him welcome. Gui. Were you a woman, youth, I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In I bid for you, as I'd buy. [honesty, Arv. I'll make't my comfort, He is a man; I'll love him as my brother;— If brothers?-'Would it had been so, that they Bel. He wrings at some distress. Gui. 'Would, I could free't! Arv. Or I; whate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger! gods! [aside. Bel. Hark, boys. [whispering Imo. Great men, That had a court no bigger than this cave |