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For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick,
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. 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 Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do.
Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor know
What airs from home. Haply, this life is best,
Arv. 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 service, 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. O, this 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. Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledg'd,
Arv. What should we speak of, When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing. We are beastly; subtle as the fox, for prey; Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat : Our valour is, to chase what flies; our cage We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird, And sing our bondage freely.
How you speak!
The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war,
And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph,
Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,
Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft,)
But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd
But, up to the moun
tains ; This is not hunters' 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. I'll meet you in the valleys. [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 dreams that they are alive. They think, they are mine: and, though .rain'd up thus meanly
I'the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit
When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell
That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal,
And every day do honour to her grave:
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature,
To break it with a fearful dream of him,
Pis. Alas, good lady!
Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness: - Iachimo,
Please you, read; And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing The most disdain'd of fortune.
Imo. [Reads.] Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof le bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises; but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my revenge. That 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
Hath cut her throat already. —No, 'tis slander;
Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;
Were, in his time, thought false and Sinon's weeping
Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity
From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Posthúmus,
A little witness my obedience: Look!
I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit
Why, I must die;
And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
And thou, Posthúmus, thou that did'st set up
Will then be pang'd by me. Pr'ythee, despatch:
The lamb entreats the butcher: Where's thy knife? Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, When I desire it too.
O gracious lady,
Do't, and to bed then. Pis. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. Imo. Wherefore then Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd So many miles, with a pretence? this place? Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour? The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court, For my being absent; whereunto I never Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far, To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand, The elected deer before thee?
But to win time To lose so bad employment: in the which I have consider'd of a course; Good lady, Hear me with patience.
Imo. Talk thy tongue weary; speak: I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear, Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, Nor tent to bottom that. But speak. Pis. I thought you would not back again. Imo.
Bringing me here to kill me.
No, on my life. I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded I should do so: You shall be miss'd at court, And that will well confirm it.
Pis. If not at court, Then not in Britain must you bide. Imo. Where then? Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night, Are they not but in Britain? I'the world's volume Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it; In a great pool, a swan's nest; Pr'ythee, think There's livers out of Britain.
O, for such means! Though peril to my modesty, not death on't, I would adventure.
First, make yourself but like one Fore-thinking this, I have already fit, ('Tis in my cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all That answer to them: Would you, in their serving, And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Then, madam, Present yourself, desire his service, tell him Wherein you are happy, (which you'll make him know,
Pis. I am most glad You think of other place. The embassador, Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven To-morrow; Now, if you could wear a mind Dark as your fortune is; and but disguise That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be, But by self-danger; you should tread a course Pretty, and full of view: yea, haply, near The residence of Posthumus: so nigh, at least, That though his actions were not visible, yet Report should render him hourly to your ear, As truly as he moves.
Pis. Well then, here's the point: You must forget to be a woman; change Command into obedience; fear, and niceness, (The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, Woman its pretty self,) to a waggish courage; | Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and As quarrellous as the weasel; nay, you must Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek, Exposing it (but, O, the harder heart! Alack no remedy !) to the greedy touch Of common-kissing Titan: and forget Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein You made great Juno angry.
I see into thy end, and am almost
Nay, be brief:
If that his head have ear in musick,) doubtless With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad You have me, rich; and I will never fail Beginning, nor supplyment.
Thou art all the comfor
The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away:
Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell,
Amen: I thank thee. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, and Lords. Cym. Thus far; and so farewell. Luc. Thanks, royal sir. My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence; And am right sorry, that I must report ye My master's enemy.
Cym. Our subjects, sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself To show less sovereignty than they, must needs Appear unkinglike.
So, sir, I desire of you A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven. Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you!
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit⚫ So, farewell, noble Lucius.
Clo. 'Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness: The powers that he already hath in Gallia Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves His war for Britain.
'Tis not sleepy business; But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus, Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd The duty of the day: She looks us like A thing more made of malice, than of duty: Call her before us; for We have noted it. We have been too slight in sufferance.
[Exit an Attendant. Royal sir,
Re-enter an Attendant.
Cym. Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd?
Please you, sir,
She should that duty leave unpaid to you,
Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Prove false ! [Exit.
Queen. Son, I say, follow the king.
I have not seen these two days.
Go, look after. [Exit CLOTEN. Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthúmus! He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes It is a thing most precious. But for her, Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown To her desir'd Posthúmus: Gone she is
To death, or to dishonour; and my end
How now, my son?
Queen. All the better: May This night forestall him of the coming day! [Exit QUEEN.
Clo. I love, and hate her: for she's fair and royal; And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Outsells them all: I love her therefore; But, Disdaining me, and throwing favours on The low Posthúmus, slanders so her judgment, That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point, I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, For, when fools
To be reveng'd upon her.
Alas, my lord, How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? He is in Rome.
Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer ; No further halting: satisfy me home, What is become of her?
Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! Clo. All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word, No more of worthy lord, — Speak, or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death.
Then, sir, This paper is the history of my knowledge ouching her flight. [Presenting a letter. Let's see't: :- I will pursue her Even to Augustus' throne.
Or this, or perish. She's far enough; and what he learns by this,
May prove his travel, not her danger.
Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! [Aside. Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true?
Sir, as I think. Pis. Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry, that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it. directly and truly,-I would think thee an honest man; thou should'st neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy prefer
Pis. Well, my good lord.
Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently
and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me? Pis. Sir, I will.
Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession ? Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.
Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go.
Pis. I shall, my lord.
[Exit. Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven: - I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon : — . Even there thou villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee. — I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I row belch from my heart,) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and when my lust hath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised,) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.
Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes.
Be those the garments?
Pis. Ay, my noble lord.
Clo. How long is't since she went to MilfordHaven?
Is worse in kings, than beggars. My dear lord!
But that my resolution helps me. — Milford,
Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, and
Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I,
Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for, true to thee, I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had
Here's money for my
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
Stay; come not in : [Looking in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy.
Gui. What's the matter, sir? Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon! - Behold divineness No elder than a boy!
Imo. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd ; and thought To have begg'd, or bought what I have took : Good troth,