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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 (As poisonous-tongu'd, as handed), hath prevaild On tby too ready bearing?-Disloyal? No: She's punish'd for bier 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 fortanes. How! that I should murder ber? Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I Have made to thy command ?-I, her-ber 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 have sent her, by her own command Shall give thee opportunity: damn'd paper! Black as the ink that's on thee'! Senseless bauble, Art thou a feodaryt for this act, and look'st So virgin like without? Lo, here she comes.
Imo. How uow, 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? o, 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 dangerous 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
One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you;
ind 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 uimbler 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 ber 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. [Ereunt.
• A freeholder's.
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
gale 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 tarbands 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. Gui.
Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon
hill, Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consi.
* Strut, walk proudly.
Richer, than doing nothing for a babe;
fledg'd, Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor know
What air's from home. Haply, this life is best,
What should we speak of,
How you speak!
* i. e. Compared with ours.
+ To overpass his bound. VOL. VII.