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 More pious debts to heaven, than in all 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 leys. I'll meet you in the val[Exeunt Gui. and Arv. sparks of nature! How hard it is, to hide the 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 mo ther, 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 That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that 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 play. ed the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises; 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 paper Hath cut her throat already.-No, 'tis slander; • For behaviour. To lie in watch there, and to think on him? To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge na ture, To break it with a fearful dream of him, And cry myself awake? That's false to his bed? Pis. Alas, good lady! Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness:-Iachimo, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency; Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks, I must be ripp'd:-to pieces with me!-O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, Put on for villainy; not born, where't grows; Pis. Good madam, hear me Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Æneas, Were, in his time, thought false: and Sinon's weep ing Did scandal many a holy-tear; took pity From most true wretchedness: So, thou, Posthú. mus, Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men ; Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and perjur'd, I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit Putta, in Italian, signifies both a jay and a ↑ Likeness. whore. Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause; Pis. Hence, vile instrument! Why, I must die; Thou shalt not damn my hand. Imo. And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart; Something's afore't-Soft, soft; we'll no defence; Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up Pis. O gracious lady, Since I receiv'd command to do this business, I have not slept one wink. Imo. Pis. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. Do't, and to bed then. + The writings. • Cowards. |