J SCENE III. 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 gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs Gui. Arv. Hail, heaven! Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon 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, Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: * Strut, walk proudly. + Scaly-winged. Richer, than doing nothing for a babe; Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine, Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledg'd, Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor know not What air's from home. Haply, this life is best, That have a sharper known; well corresponding Aro. What should we speak of, When we are old as you? when we shall hear Bel. How you speak! Did you but know the city's usuries, The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, * i. e. Compared with ours. VOL. VII. To overpass his bound. N Must court'sey at the censure:-O, boys, this story Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night, Gui. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft), But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, The fore-end of my time.-But, up to the moun tains ; This is not hunter's language:-He, that strikes 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 dreans 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 warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out ture That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, (Once Arvirágus), in as like a figure, Strikes life into my speech, and shows 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. SCENE IV. Near Milford-Haven. 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 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 But keep that countenance still.-My husband's hand! That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him, tongue May take off some extremity, which to read Would be even mortal to me. Pis. Please you, read; And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing Imo. [Reads.] Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. 1 speak not out of weak surmises; from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. Thut 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 Milford-Haven: 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; * For behaviour. |