me in his dominion, could not be cruel to me, so as you, O the dearest of creatures, would 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. So 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? Pis. One score 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you, and too much, too. Imo. Why, one that rode to 's execution, man, Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i' th' clock's behalf. But this is foolery. Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say 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, man: nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them That I cannot look through. Away, I pr'ythee: Do as I bid thee. There's no more to say; Accessible is none but Milford way. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Wales. A mountainous Country, with a Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAgus. Belarius. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours. Stoop, boys: this gate Instructs you how t'adore the Heavens, and bows you To a morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs Guiderius. Arviragus. Hail, heaven! Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport. Up to yond' 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, O, this life Such gain the cap of him that makes him fine, Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor un fledg'd, Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor know 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 Arv. What should we speak of, We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird, Bel. How you speak! Did you but know the city's usuries, And felt them knowingly: the art o' th' Court, Is certain falling, or so slipp'ry that The fear's as bad as falling: the toil o' th' war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger I' th' name of fame, and honour; which dies i' th' search, And hath as oft a sland'rous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Gui. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft,) But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd 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 moun tains! This is not hunter's language. He that strikes The venison first shall be the lord o' th' 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 valleys. [Exeunt GUI. and ARv. How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature ! These boys know little they are sons to th' King; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they are mine: and, though train'd up thus meanly I' th' cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit Strikes life into my speech, and shews 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. [Exit |