Bel. My fault being nothing, as I have told you oft, 71 The fore-end of my time. But up to the mountains! The venison first shall be the lord o' the feast; And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the val leys. [Exeunt Guiderius and Arviragus. How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little they are sons to the king; 80 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 90 The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, 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, 100 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. Country 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 sigh Wherefore breaks that From the inward of thee? One but painted thus Beyond self-explication: put thyself Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter? 10 A look untender? If 't be summer news, Pis. Smile to 't before; if wintry, thou need'st But keep that countenance still. My husband's hand! That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him, And he's at some hard point. Speak, man: thy tongue May take of some extremity, which to read 20 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 opportunity at Milford-Haven: she hath my letter for the purpose: where, if thou fear to 30 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 All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, Imo. False to his bed! What is it to be false? To lie in watch there, and to think on him? 40 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 bed, is it? Pis. Alas, good lady! Imo. I false! Thy conscience witness: Iachimo, Pis. Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks, 50 All good seeming By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Good madam, hear me. Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Æneas, 60 Were in his time thought false; and Sinon's weeping From most true wretchedness: so thou Posthumus, Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjured From thy great fail. Come, fellow, be thou honest: A little witness my obedience. Look! 70 Fis. Imo. Pis. But now thou seem'st a coward. Hence, vile instrument! Why, I must die; Thou shalt not damn my hand. And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, All turn'd to heresy? Away, away, Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more. Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up 90 A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself O gracious lady, Since I received command to do this business 100 |