When you above perceive me like a crow, Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor know not What air's from home. Haply, this life is best, Arv. 5 Scaly-winged. 6 i. e. Compared with ours. We are beastly; subtle as the fox, for prey; Bel. How you speak ! The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, As record of fair act: nay, many times, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, story O, boys, this The world may read in me: My body's mark'd With Roman swords: and my report was once First with the best of note: Cymbeline lov'd me; And when a soldier was the theme, my name Was not far off: Then was I as a tree, Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night, A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, Gui. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft,) But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, This rock, and these demesnes, have been my world: Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid The fore-end of my time. tains; But, up to the moun This is not hunters' language:- He, that strikes The vension first, shall be the lord o'the feast; To him the other two shall minister; leys. And we will fear no poison, which attends I'the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit 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 His own conceiving. Hark! the game is rous'd!. O Cymbeline! heaven, and my conscience, knows, Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon, At three, and two years old, I stole these babes; Thinking to bar thee of succession, as Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mother, And every day do honour to her grave: Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd, They take for natural father. The game is up. SCENE IV. Near Milford-Haven. Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN. [Exit. Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand: - Ne'er long'd my mother so From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness 8 For behaviour. That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him, May take off some extremity, which to read Pis. 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 lie 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 pander 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; Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath .dam? Imo. False to his bed! What is it, to be false? To lie in watch there, and to think on him? Το weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature, To break it with a fearful dream of him, |