(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 strut 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 hand.-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 tion (Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretch Ordain'd our laws; (whose use the sword of Cæsar chise, Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, • Strumpet. His brows within a golden crown, and call'd I am sorry, Cymbeline, (Cæsar, that hath more kings his servants, than Receive it from me, then :-War, and confusion, Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius. Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent Let proof speak. Luc. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime 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. Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: All the remain is, welcome. At the extremity of defiance. + Well informed. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another room in the same. Enter Pisanio. 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 Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, So much as this fact comes to? Do't: The letter [Reading. That I have sent her, by her own command Enter Imogen. I am ignorant in what I am commanded. Imo. How now, Pisanio? To take in a town, is to conquer it. + Confederate. Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. That knew the stars, as I his characters; All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave:-Bless'd be 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 Dow, and your, increasing in love, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS. Q, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, Pisanio? Glide thither in a day?—Then, true Pisanio For mine's beyond beyond), say, and speak thick*, * Crowd one word on another, as fast as possible. Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as Why should excuse be born or ere begot? We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr'ythee, speak, Pis. One 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 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. * A freeholder's. |