Ourselves to be; we do. Say then to Cæfar,
Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which

Ordain'd our laws; whofe ufe the fword of Cæfar
Hath too much mangled; 'whose repair, and franchise,
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry. Mulmutius made our

laws,

Who was the first of Britain, which did put
His brows within a golden crown, and call'd
Himself a king.

Luc. I am forry, Cymbeline,

That I am to pronounce Auguftus Cæfar
(Cæfar, that hath more kings his fervants, than
Thyfelf domestic officers) thine enemy:

Receive it from me then :-War, and confufion,
In Cæfar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look
For fury not to be refifted :-Thus defy'd,
I thank thee for myself.

Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius.

Thy Cæfar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him of him I gather'd honour;
Which he, to feek of me again, perforce,
Behoves me keep at utterance.

"I am perfect,

That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for

Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent
Which, not to read, would fhew the Britons cold:
So Cæfar fhall not find them,

Luc. Let proof speak.

Clot. His majesty bids you welcome. Make paftime with us a day, or two, or longer: If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you fhall find us in our falt-water

whofe repair, and franchise,]—to restore the free exercise whereof. at utterance.]-at the extremity of peril.

* I am perfect,]—I am well informed.

girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows fhall fare the better for you; and there's an end.

Luc. So, fir.

Cym. I know your mafter's pleasure, and he mine: All the remain is, welcome.

SCENE II.

Another Room.

Enter Pifanio,

[Exeunt.

Pif. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accufer?-Leonatus !

W

O, mafter! what a strange infection

Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian
(As poisonous tongu'd, as handed) hath prevail'd
On thy too ready hearing?-Difloyal? No :
She's punifh'd for her truth; and undergoes,
More goddess-like than wife-like, fuch affaults
As would take in fome virtue.-O my mafter !
Thy mind to her is now as low, as were

X

Thy fortunes. How! that I fhould murder her?
Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I

Have made to thy command ?-1, her?-her blood?
If it be fo to do good service, never

Let me be counted ferviceable. How look I,
That I should feem to lack humanity,

So much as this fact comes to? Do't: The letter

That I have fent ber, by her own command,

Shall give thee opportunity :

[Reading,

-O damn'd paper!

Black as the ink that's on thee! Senfeless bauble!

monsters her accufe.

to ber's-in comparison of her's.

x take in]-fubdue.

Art

Art thou2 a feodary for this act, and look'st
So virgin-like without? Lo, here fhe comes.

Enter Imogen.

'I am ignorant in what I am commanded.

Imo. How now, Pifanio?

Pif. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Imo. Who? thy lord? that is my lord? Leonatus? O, learn'd indeed were that aftronomer,

That knew the ftars, as I his characters;

He'd lay the future open. You good gods,

Let what is here contain'd relish of love,

Of

b

my lord's health, of his content, yet not,
That we two are asunder, let that grieve him!
(Some griefs are medicinable; that is one of them,
For it doth physic love)—of his content,

All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave:-Bleft be,
You bees, that make thefe locks of counfel! Lovers,
And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike;
Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet

You clafp young Cupid's tables.-Good news, gods!

[Reading,

Justice, and your father's wrath, should be take me in his dominion, could not be fo cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven: What

2

a feodary]-an accomplice, confederate.

WINTER'S TALE, Vol. II. p. 589. Leo. I am ignorant in what I am commanded.]—I am a novice in the mystery of murder.

yet not, that we two are afunder,]—in respect of our feparation, though in all other.

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phyfic love)]-keeps it found, gives it vigour like a cordial.

forfeiters]-of their bonds.

clafp young Cupid's tables.]—feal love-letters.

as you,]-but that one glimpfe of you would restore my forfeit life..

your

your own love will, out of this, advise you, follow. So, be wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, increafing in love,

Leonatus Pofthumus.

O, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thou, Pifanio?
He is at Milford-Haven: Read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I

Glide thither in a day?-Then, true Pifanio,

(Who long'ft, like me, to fee thy lord; who long'ft,—
O, let me 'bate,-but not like me :-yet long'ft,-
But in a fainter kind:-O, not like me;

For mine's beyond, beyond,) fay, and speak thick,
(Love's counsellor fhould fill the bores of hearing,
To the fmothering of the fenfe) how far it is
To this fame bleffed Milford: And, by the way,
Tell me how Wales was made fo happy, as
To inherit fuch a haven: But, first of all,
How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap
That we fhall make in time, from our hence-going
'Till our return, to excufe:-but first, how get hence:
Why should excufe be born or e'er begot?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr'ythee, speak,

How many

fcore of miles may we well ride

'Twixt hour and hour?

Pif. One score, 'twixt fun and fun,

Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.

Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go fo flow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the fands That run i' the clock's behalf:-But this is foolery :

& or e'er begot ]-before the matter to be excufed exifts. That run i' the clock's bekaif :]—That measure time in the hour. glafs.

Go,

Go, bid my woman feign a fickness; fay

She'll home to her father: and provide me, presently,
A riding fuit; no costlier than would fit

'A franklin's housewife.

Pis. Madam, you're best consider.

Imo. I fee before me, man ;-nor here, nor here,
Nor what enfues, 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;
Acceffible is none but Milford way.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

III.

Changes to a Foreft, in Wales, with a Cave.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Bel. A Goodly day 'not to keep house, with fuch Whofe roof's as low as ours! Sweet boys, this gate Inftructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs Are arch'd fo high, that giants may "jet through And keep their impious turbands on, without Good morrow to the fun.-Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i' the rock, yet ufe thee not fo hardly As prouder livers do.

Guid. Hail, heaven!

Arv. Hail, heaven!

Bel. Now for our mountain fport: Up to yon hill, Your legs are young; I'll tread thefe flats. Confider, When you above perceive me like a crow,

A franklin's]-A farmer's.

I fee before me,]-I perceive nought plainly on either fide, or behind me; thofe places have a fog, &c.

ות

I not to keep boufe,]-to purfue bufinefs abroad. Sleep; Poop; fee. " jet]-ftalk.

That