SCENE II. Another room in the sume. 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 If it be so to do good service, never 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. To take in a town, is to conquer it. + Confederate. 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; 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 vow, and your, increasing in love, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS, O, 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? 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 She'll home to her father: and provide me, presently, 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. "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. Aro. Hail, heaven! Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon hill, Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consi der, 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. Bel. How you speak! Did you but know the city's usuries, The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger I'the name of fame, and honour; which dies i'the 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, * i. e. Compared with ours. VOL. VII. |