SCENE IV. Rome. An apartment in Philario's house. Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO. Post. Fear it not, sir: I would I were so sure To win the king, as I am bold her honour Will remain hers. Phi. What means do you make to him? Post. Not any; but abide the change of time; Quake in the present winter's state, and wish That warmer days would come: in these fear'd1 hopes, I barely gratify your love; they failing, Phi. Your very goodness and your company O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king 10 Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius Will do's commission throughly: and I think He'll grant the tribute, send th' arrearages, Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief. Post. I do believe-Statist though I am none, nor like to be— That this will prove a war; and you shall hear The legions now in Gallia sooner landed In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen Are men more order'd than when Julius Cæsar Smil'd at their lack of skill, but found their courage 22 Where there's another man: the vows of women Of no more bondage be, to where they're made, The chimney 80 Or do your honour injury. Iach. Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece Chaste Dian bathing: never saw I figures So likely to report themselves:1 the cutter Was as another Nature, dumb; outwent her, Motion and breath left out. Post. This is a thing Which you might from relation likewise reap, Being, as it is, much spoke of. lach. The roof o' the chamber With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons I had forgot them-were two winking Cupids Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely 90 Depending on their brands. SCENE I. Britain. A room of state in Enter in state CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, and Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us? Luc. When Julius Cæsar-whose remembrance yet Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears and tongues Be theme and hearing ever-was in this Britain 1 Pudency, modesty. |