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(The first that ever touch'd him), he was carried From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping (Poor ignorant baubles !) on our terrible seas, Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof, The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point (0, giglot* fortune!) to master Cæsar's sword, Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright, And Britons strat with courage.
Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid : Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars : other of them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such straight arms, none.
Cym. Son, let your mother end.
Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan : I do not say, I am one; but I have a band. Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now.
Cym. You must know, Till the injurious Romans did extort This tribute from us, we were free : Cæsar's ambi.
His brows within a golden crown, and call'd
I am sorry, Cymbeline,
Thou art welcome, Caius. Tby Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent Much under him; of him I gather'd honour; Which he, to seek of me again, perforce, Behoves me keep at utterance*; I am perfect, That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent Which not to read, would show the Britons cold: So Cæsar shall not find them. Luc.
Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pas. time with us a day, or two, longer: If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt. water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end.
Luc. So, sir.
• At the extremity of defiance,
Another room in the same.
Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser?-Leonatus ! O, master! what a strange infection Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian (As poisonous-tongu'd, as handed), hath prevail'd On thy too ready hearing ?--Disloyal? No: She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes, More goddess-like than wife like, such assaults As would take in some virtue.-0, my master! Thy mind to her is now as low, as were Thy fortunes.-How! that I should murder her? Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I Have made to thy command ?-1, ber?-her blood ? If it be so to do good service, never Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, That I should seem to lack humanity, So much as this fact comes to ? Do't: The letter
[Reading That I hade sent her, by her own command
hall give thee opportunity :-O damn'd paper! Black as the ink that's on thee ! Senseless bauble, Art thou a feodaryt for this act, and lookst So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.
I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
Imo. How wow, Pisanio?
* To take in a town, is to conquer it.
Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
Imo. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord ? Leonatus? 0, learn'd indeed were that astronomer, That knew the stars, as I his characters; He'd lay the future open.- You good gods, Let what is here contain'd relish of love, Of my lord's health, of his content,-yet not, That we two are asunder, let that grieve him,(Some griefs are med'cinable ;) that is one of them, For it doth physick love ;-of his content, All but in that! Good wax, thy leave:- Bless'd be You bees, that make these locks of counsel! Lovers. And men in dangerons bonds, pray not alike; Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet You clasp young Cupid's tables.-Good news, gods!
(Reads. Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would not 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,
O, for a horse with wings !-Hear'st thou, Pisapio?
• Crowd one word on another, as fast as possible.
Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
Ove score, 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.
Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wa
gers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i'the clock's behalf: -But this is foolery: Go, bid my woman feigo 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 done but Milford way. (Ereunt.
* A freeholder's.