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Hail, heaven! Aru.
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: This service is not servile, so being done, But being so allow'd: To apprehend thus, Draws us a profit from all things we see: And often, to our comfort, shall we find The sharded* beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-wing?d eagle. Othis life Is nobler, than attending for a check; Richer, than doing nothing for a babe; Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine, Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours.t Gui. "Out of your proof you speak: we, poor un
fledg'd, Have nerer wing'd from view o' the nest; nor know
What should we speak of,
* Scaly-winged. ti. e. Compared with ours. # To overpass his bound.
And sing our bondage freely.
How you speak!
search; And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Must courtsey at the censure:-0, boys, this story The world may read in me: My body's mark'd With Roman swords: and my report was once First with the best of note: Cymbeline lov'd me; And when a soldier was the theme, my name Was not far off: Then was I as a tree, Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night, A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, And left me bare to weather. Guia
Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you
oft,) But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline, I was confederate with the Romans; so, Followed 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 mountains; This is not hunter's language:He, that strikes The venison first, shall be the lord o' the feast; To him the other two shall minister; And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater state.
THE FORCE OF NATURE.
How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!
These boys know little they are sons to the king;
No, 'tis slayder;
A WIFE'S INNOCENCY.
'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge na
WOMAN IN MAN'S APPAREL.
Ready in gibes, quick-answer’d, saucy, and
SCENE. Before the Cave of Belarius.
Enter Imogen, in Boy's Clothes, Imo: I see, man's life is a tedious one: I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me.--Milford, When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, Thou wast within a ken: 0 Jove! I think, Foundations fly the wretched: such, I mean, [me, Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis A punishment, or trial? Yes, no wonder, When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in fulness Is sorer, than to lie for need: and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.--My dear lord ! Thou art one o' the false ones: Now I think on thee, My hunger's gone; but even before, I was At point to sink for food. But what is this? Here is a path to it: 'Tis some sayage hold: I were best not call; I dare not call: yet famine, Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever or hardiness is mother.
* The sun
'To have begg’d, or bought, what I hare took: Good
troth, I have stolen naught; nor would not though I had
O thou goddess, Thou divine nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head: and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. "Tis wonderful, That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught; Civility not seen from other: valour, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop As if it had been sow'd. Enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing IMOGEN, as dead, in his