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Wales. A mountainous Country, with a Cave.
Enter BelarIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys: This
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! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon
hill, Your legs are young ; I'll tread these flats. Con
sider, 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
Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk :
not What air's from home. Haply, this life is best, If quiet life be best ; sweeter to you, That have a sharper known; well corresponding With your
age; but, unto us, it is
What should we speak of,
How you speak!
8į. . Compared with ours.
9 To overpass his bound.
The world may read in me: My body's mark'd
Uncertain favour ! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you
banishment; and, this twenty years,
tains ; This is not hunters' language:-He, that strikes The venison first, shall be the lord o’the feast; To him the other two shall minister ; And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the val. leys.
[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 The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, In simple and low things to prince it, much Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom The king his father callid Guiderius, - Jove ! When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell
The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out
Thus mine enemy fell ;
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 breaks that
sigh From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd Beyond self-explication : Put thyself
Into a haviour' of less fear, ere wildness
hand, Detested Italy hath out-craftied him, And he's at some hard point. — Speak, man ; thy
Please you, read ; And you shall find
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, but
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 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 pandar 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, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.-- What cheer, madam?
Imo. False to his bed! What is it, to be false ?
1 For behaviour.