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Your legs are young : I'll tread these fats. Consides,
but unto us, it is
Arv. What should we speak of,
Bel. How you speak !
but know the city's usuries, And felt them knowingly; the art o’th’ Court, As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb,
Is certain falling ; or fo flipp'ry, that
to weather. Guid. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing, as I have told you
oft, But that two villains (whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour) swore to Cymbeline, I was confed'rate with the Romans: so, Follow'd my banishment ; and, this twenty years, This rock and these demeasnes have been my world ; Where I have liv'd at honest freedom ; pay'd More pious debts to heaven, than in all The fore-end of my time. -But, up to th' moun
tains ! This is not hunters' language; he, that strikes The venison first, shall be the lord o'ch' fealt; To him the other two shall minifter, And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater State : I'll meet you in the valleys. [Exeunt Guid. and Arvir.
How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little, they are Sons to th' King; Nor Cymbeline dreams, that they are alive.
They think, they're mine ; tho' trained up thus meag.
ly (14) I'th' Cave, there, on the Brow, their thoughts do hit The roof of Palaces ; and nature prompts them, In fimple and low things, to prince it, much Beyond the trick of others. This Paladour, (The heir of Cymbeline and Britaine, whom The King his father call'd Guiderius,) Jove! When on my three-foot-ftool I fit, and tell The warlike feats I've done, his spirits fly out Into my story: say, “ thus mine enemy fell, " And thus I set my foot on's neck"
-even then The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in posture That acts my words - The
brother Cadwall, (Once, Arviragus,) in as like a figure Strikes life into my speech, and shews much more His own conceiving. Hark, the game is rouz’d.. Oh Cymbeline! heav'n and my conscience know, Thou didft unjustly banith me: whereon, At three and two years old, I stole these babes; Thinking to bar thee of succession, as Thou reftit me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou wait their nurse ; they take thee for their mo
-tho" trained up thus meanly Here in the Cave, wherein their Thoughts do hit
The Roof of Palaces.Thus Mr. Pope; but the Sentence breaks off imperfe&ly. The old Editions read,
l'in' Cave, whereon the Bow their Thoughts do hit, &c. Mr. Rowe faw, this likewise was faulty, and therefore amended it thus :
I'tl' Cave, where, on the Bow, their Thoughts do hit, &c. I think, it hould be, only with the Alteration of one Letter, and the addition of another;
l'th' Cave, there, on the Brow,And so the Grammar and Syntax of the Sentence is compleat. We call the Arching of a Cavern, or Overhanging of a Hill, me• taphorically, the Brow; and in like manner the Greeks and Lasines used oppuso and Supersilium,
And every day do honour to her Grave ;
Enter Pifanio, and Imogen.
the place Was near at hand. Ne’er long'd my mother fo To see me first, as I have now · Pisanio, Where is Pofthumus ? What is in thy mind, That makes thee ftare thus ? wherefore breaks that figh From th' inward of thee? one, but painted thus, Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd Beyond self-explication. Put thy self Into a 'haviour of less fear, ere wildness Vanquish my stayder senses
what's the matter? Why tender'ft thou that paper to me, with A look untender? if't be summer news, Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still. My husband's hand? That drug-damnd Italy hath out-craftied him, And he's at some hard point. Speak, man; thy tongue May take off some extremity, which to read Would be e'en mortal to me.
Pis. Please you, read;
man, a thing The most disdain'd of fortune.
THY miffress, Pisanio, bath played the firumpet in my
bed: the testimonies whereof lye bleeding in me. Speak not out of weak surmises, but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect ny revenge. That part thou, Pisanio, must act for me. If thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers, let thine hands take 4way her life: I shall give thee opportunity at MilfordHaven. 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 disponcur, and equally to me dipozal. Pif
. What shall I need to draw my sword ? the paper Hath cut her throat already.
-No, 'tis flander;
Imo. False to his bed! what is it to be false?
Pis. Alas, good lady!
Imo. I false ? thy conscience witness, lachimo,Thou didft accuse him of incontinency, 'Thou then look'dft like a villain : now, methinks, Thy favour's good enough. Some Jay of Italy (Whose mother was her painting) hath betray'd him: Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion ; And, for I'm richer than to hang by th' walls, I must be ript: to pieces with me: oh, Men's vows are womens' traitors.- All good Seeming By thy revolt, oh husband, hall be thought Put on for villany: not born, where't grows; But worn, a bait for ladies.
Pif. Madam, hear me
Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Æneas, Were in his time thought false : and Sinon's Weeping Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity From most true wretchedness. So thou, Pofthumus, Wilt lay the leven to all proper men; Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and perjur'd, From thy great fail. Come, fellow, be thou honeft, Do thou tny master's bidding: when thou seeft him, A little witness my obedience. Look! I draw the sword my self, take it, and hit The innocent mansion of my love, my heart; Fear not, 'tis empty of all things, but grief; Thy master is not there; who was, indeed,