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That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for
Their liberties, are now in arms; a precedent
Which, not to read, would show the Britons cold.
So Cæsar shall not find them.

Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day or two longer. If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end.

Luc. So, sir.

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


SCENE II. Another Room in the same.


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-tongued, as handed) hath prevailed On thy too ready hearing ?-Disloyal ? No. She's punished for her truth; and undergoes, More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults As would take in some virtue.- O my master! Thy mind to her is now as low, as were Thy fortunes. -How! that I should murder her? Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I Have made to thy command ?-1, her?-her 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,

i To take in is to conquer.

2 Thy mind, compared to hers, is now as low as thy condition was compared to hers. According to modern notions of grammatical construction, it should be, “thy mind to hers."

So much as this fact comes to ? Do't; the letter

That I have sent her, by her own command
Shall give thee opportunity. — damned paper !
Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble,
Art thou a feodary ? for this act, and look'st
So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.

I am ignorant in what I am commanded.3

Imo. How now, Pisanio?
Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord.

Imo. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord ? Leonatus?
O learned 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 contained 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 physic love ;-of his content,
All but in that !–Good wax, thy leave.--Blessed 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 dominions, could not be so cruel to me as 4


1 The words here read by Pisanio from his master's letter (as it is afterwards given in prose) are not found there, though the substance of them is contained in it. Malone thinks this a proof that Shakspeare had no view to the publication of his pieces—the inaccuracy would hardly be detected by the ear of the spectator, though it could hardly escape an attentive reader.

2 i. e. a subordinate agent, as a vassal to his chief. A feodary, however, meant also “ a prime agent, or steward, who received aids, reliefs, suits of service, &c. due to any lord.”Glossographia Anglicana Nova, 1719, Yet, after all, it may be doubted whether Shakspeare does not use it to signify a confederate or accomplice, as he does federary in The Winter's Tale, Act ii. Sc. 1.

3 i. e. I am unpractised in the arts of murder.

4 As is here used for that. The word not in the next line, being accidentally omitted in the old copy, was supplied by Malone.

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, Pisanio?
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 Pisanio,
(Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st-
Ò let me 'bate,- but not like me ;-—yet long'st,-
But in a fainter kind—0 not like me ;
For mine's beyond beyond 2) say, and speak thick;
(Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing,
To the smothering of the sense,) how far it is
To this same blessed Milford. And, by the way,
Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
To inherit such a haven. But, first of all,
How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap
That we shall make in time, from our hence-going,
And our return, to excuse. But first, how get hence:
Why should excuse be born or e'er begot! 5
We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr’ythee, speak,
How many score of miles may we well ride
'Twixt hour and hour?

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

wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands

1 We should now write yours, increasing in love.” Your is to be joined in construction with Leonatus Posthumus, and not with increasing.

2 i. e. her longing is further than beyond. 3 i. e. “ speak quick.” 4 That is, “ in consequence of our going hence and returning back." 5 i. e. before the act is done for which excuse will be necessary.

6 This practice was, perhaps, not much less prevalent in Shakspeare's time than it is at present.

That run i’ the clock's behalf. But this is foolery.-
Go, bid my woman feign a sickness, say
She'll home to her father; and provide me, presently,
A riding-suit; no costlier than would fit
A franklin's ? housewife.

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.

SCENE III. Wales. A mountainous Country, with

a Cave.

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 a morning's holy office. The gates of monarchs
Are arched so high, that giants may jet through
And keep their impious turbans 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.

Hail, heaven!

Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport. Up to yon hill; Your legs are young: I'll tread these flats. Consider, When you above perceive me like a crow,

1 The sand of an hour-glass. 2 A franklin is a yeoman. 3 That is, "you'd best consider.”

4 "I see neither on this side nor on that, nor behind me ; but find a fog in each of those quarters that my eye cannot pierce. The way to Milford is alone clear and open. Let us therefore instantly set forward.” By what ensues," Imogen means what will be the consequence of the step I am going to take. 5 Strut, walk proudly. VOL. VI.


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;
This service is not service, so being done,
But being so allowed. To apprehend thus,
Draws us a profit from all things we see;
And often, to our comfort, shall we find
The sharded ? beetle in a safer hold
Than is the full-winged eagle. O, this life
Is nobler, than attending for a check ;
Richer, than doing nothing for a brabe ;3
Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk :
Such gain the cap of him, that makes him fine,
Yet keeps his book uncrossed: no life to ours."
Gui. *Out of your proof you speak. We, poor un-

Have never winged from view o'the nest ; nor know not
What air's from home. Haply, this life is best,
If quiet life be best ; sweeter to you,
That have a sharper known; well corresponding
With your stiff age; but, unto us, it is
A cell of ignorance; travelling abed ;
A prison for a debtor, that not dares
To stride a limit.5

What should we speak of, When we are old as you ? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing. We are beastly ; subtle as the fox, for prey ; Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat. Our valor is, to chase what flies; our cage

1 " In any service done, the advantage rises not from the act, but from the allowance (i. e, approval) of it.”

2 i. e. scaly-winged beetle.

3 The old copy reads babe; the uncommon word brabe not being familiar to the compositor. A brabe is a contemptuous or proud look, word, or gesture; quasi, a brave.

4 i. e. compared to ours.
5 To stride a limit is to overpass his bound.

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