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Depending on their brands.

To feed again, though full. You do remember Post.

This is her honour. This stain upon her ?
Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise Post.

Ay, and it doth confirm
Be given to your remembrance) the description Another stain, as big as hell can hold,
Of what is in her chamber nothing saves

Were there no more but it.
The wager you have laid.

Iach.

Will you hear more ? lach. Then, if you can,

Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns; Be pale : I beg but leave to air this jewel; see ! Once, and a million ! [Producing the Bracelet. Iach.

I'll be sworn, And now 'tis up again : it must be married

Post.

No swearing. To that your diamond ; I'll keep them.

If you will swear you have not done't, you lie ; Post.

Jove !- And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny Once more let me behold it. Is it that

Thou'st made me cuckold. Which I left with her ?

Iach.

I will deny nothing. Iach.

Sir, (I thank her) that: Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;

I will go there, and do't; i' the court; before Her pretty action did outsell her gift,

Her father.—I'll do something.

[Exit. And yet enrich'd it too. She gave it me,

Phi.

Quite besides And said, she priz'd it once.

The government of patience !—You have won : Post.

May be, she pluck'd it off, Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath To send it me.

He hath against himself. Iach. She writes so to you, doth she ?

lach.

With all my heart. [Exeunt. Post. O! no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this too; SCENE V.-The Same. Another Room in the Same.

[Giving the Ring. It is a basilisk unto mine eye,

Enter PosthumuS. Kills me to look on't.—Let there be no honour,

Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women
Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love, Must be half-workers ? We are all bastards ;
Where there's another man : the vows of women And that most venerable man, which I
Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, Did call my father, was I know not where
| Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing.-- When I was stamped; some coiner with his tools
O, above measure false !

Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seemed
Phi.
Have patience, sir,

The Dian of that time; so doth my wife
And take your ring again ; 'tis not yet won :

The nonpareil of this.—0) vengeance, vengeance ! It may be probable she lost it; or,

Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,
Who knows, if one, her women, being corrupted, And pray'd me oft forbearance ; did it with
Hath stolen it from her ?

A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't
Post.
Very true;

Might well have warm’d old Saturn; that I thought her And so, I hope, he came by't.—Back my ring.-- As chaste as unsunn'd snow :-0, all the devils ! Render to me some corporal sign about her,

This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,—was't not ?More evident than this, for this was stolen.

Or less, -at first; perchance he spoke not, but, Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.

Like a full-acorn'd boar, a foaming one, Post. Hark you, he swears ; by Jupiter he swears. Cry'd "oh!” and mounted; found no opposition "Tis true ;—nay, keep the ring—'tis true. I am sure, But what he look'd for should oppose, and she She would not lose it : her attendants are

Should from encounter guard. Could I find out All sworn, and honourable :—they induc'd to steal it! The woman's part in me! For there's no motion And by a stranger!—No, he hath enjoy'd her: That tends to vice in man, but I affirm The cognizance of her incontinency

It is the woman's part : be it lying, note it, Is this :—she hath bought the name of whore thus The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; dearly.

Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers; There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, Divide themselves between you !

Nice longings, slanders, mutability, Phi.

Sir, be patient. All faults that may be nam’d; nay, that hell knows, This is not strong enough to believ'd

Why, hers, in part, or all : but, rather, all; Of one persuaded well of.

For even to vice Post.

Never talk on't; They are not constant, but are changing still She hath been colted by him.

One vice, but of a minute old, for one Iach.

If you seek

Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, For farther satisfying, under her breast

Detest them, curse them.—Yet 'tis greater skill, (Worthy the pressing) lies a mole, right proud In a true hate, to pray they have their will: Of that most delicate lodging : by my life,

The very devils cannot plague them better. [E.cit. I kiss'd it, and it gave me present hunger

ACT III.

SCENE 1.-Britain. A Room of State in Cym

Beline's Palace.
Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords, at

one Door ; at another, Caius Lucius and Attend-
ants.
Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us ?

Luc. When Julius Cæsar (whose remembrance yet Receive it from me, then.- War, and confusion, Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears, and tongues, In Cæsar's name pronounce I'gainst thee: look Be theme, and hearing ever) was in this Britain, For fury not to be resisted.-Thus defied, And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,

I thank thee for myself. (Famous in Cæsar's praises, no whit less

Сут. .

Thou art welcome, Caius. Than in his feats deserving it) for him,

Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent
And his succession, granted Rome a tribute,

Much under him ; of him I gather'd honour ;
Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately Which he, to seek of me again, perforce,
Is left untender'd.

Behoves me keep at utterance. "I am perfect,
Queen.
And, to kill the marvel,

That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for
Shall be so ever.

Their liberties, are now in arms; a precedent
Clo.
There be many Cæsars,

Which not to read would show the Britons cold : Ere such another Julius. Britain is

So Cæsar shall not find them. A world by itself; and we will nothing pay,

Luc.

Let proof speak. For wearing our own noses.

Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime Queen.

That opportunity, with us a day or two, or longer : if you seek us afterWhich then they had to take from us, to resume wards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water We have again.—Remember, sir, my liege,

girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours. If you fall The kings your ancestors, together with

in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for The natural bravery of your isle ; which stands you; and there's an end. As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in

Luc. So, sir. With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters;

Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine : With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, All the remain is, welcome.

[Exeunt. But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of conquest SCENE II.-Another Room in the Same. Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag

Enter Pisanio. Of “came," and " saw," and "overcame:" with shame (The first that ever touch'd him) he was carried Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you dot From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping, What monsters her accuse ?—Leonatus ! (Poor ignorant baubles !) on our terrible seas,

0, master! what a strange infection Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd Is fallen into thy ear! What false Italian As easily 'gainst our rocks. For joy whereof (As poisonous tongued, as handed) hath prevail'd The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point On thy too ready hearing ?-Disloyal ? No: (0, giglot fortune!) to master Cæsar's sword,

She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes, Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright, More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults And Britons strut with courage.

As would take in some virtue.-0, my master! Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid. Our Thy mind to her is now as low, as were kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as Thy fortunes.—How! that I should murder her? I said, there is no more such Cæsars : other of them Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I may have crooked noses; but, to owe such straight Have made to thy command ?-I, her?-her blood! arms, none.

If it be so to do good service, never Cym. Son, let your mother end.

Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard That I should seem to lack humanity, as Cassibelan : I do not say, I am one ; but I have a So much as this fact comes to? “Do't. The letter hand.—Why tribute ? why should we pay tribute? If

[Reading Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put That I have sent her, by her own command the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for Shall give thee opportunity:"-O damn'd paper ! light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now. Black as the ink that's on thee. Senseless bauble, Cym. You must know,

Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st Till the injurious Romans did extort

So virgin-like without? Lo! here she comes. This tribute from us, we were free: Cæsar's ambition,

Enter Imogen. (Which swellid so much, that it did almost stretch I am ignorant in what I am commanded. The sides o' the world) against all colour, here

Imo. How now, Pisanio! Did put the yoke upon us; which to shake off,

Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon

Imo. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord: Leonatus. Ourselves to be.

O! learn'd indeed were that astronomer,
Clo.
We do.

That knew the stars, as I his characters;
Cym.

Say, then, to Cæsar, He'd lay the future open.—You good gods, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which

Let what is here contain 'd relish of love, Ordain'd our laws; whose use the sword of Cæsar Of my lord's health, of his content,-yet not, Hath too much mangled; whose repair, and franchise, That we two are asunder,- let that grieve bim: Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Some griefs are medicinable; that is one of them, Though Rome be therefore angry. Mulmutius made For it doth physic love ;-of his content, our laws,

All but in that !–Good wax, thy leave.-Bless'd be, Who was the first of Britain which did put

You bees, that make these locks of counsel! Lovers, His brows within a golden crown, and call'd

And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike:
Himself a king.

Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
Luc.
I am sorry, Cymbeline,

You clasp young Čupid's tables.—Good news, gods! That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar

(Reset (Cæsar, that hath more kings his servants, than “ Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me Thyself domestic officers) thine enemy.

in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, 0

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the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with And often, to our comfort, shall we find
your eyes. Take notice, that I am in Cambria, at The sharded beetle in a safer bold
Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of this Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O! this life
advise you follow. So, he wishes you all happiness, Is nobler, than attending for a check;
that remains loyal to his vow, and your, increasing in Richer, than doing nothing for a bob;
love,

Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk :
« LEONATUS Posthumus." Such gain the cap of him, that makes him fine,
O, for a horse with wings !—Hear’st thou, Pisanio ? Yet keeps his book uncross'd. No life to ours.
He is at Milford-Haven : read, and tell me

Gui. "Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unHow far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs

fledgid, May plod it in a week, why may not I

Have never wing'd from view o' the nest; nor know Glide thither in a day?- Then, true Pisanio,

not (Who long'st, like iné, to see thy lord; who long'st, - What air's from home. Haply this life is best, 0, let me 'bate!—but not like me;—yet long'st,- If quiet life be best; sweeter to you, But in a fainter kind:-0! not like me,

That have a sharper known, well corresponding For mine's beyond beyond) say, and speak thick,

With
your
stiff
age;

but unto us it is (Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, A cell of ignorance, travelling abed, To the smothering of the sense) how far it is

A prison for a debtor, that not dares
To this same blessed Milford : and, by the way, To stride a limit.
Tell me how Wales was made so bappy, as

Arv.

What should we speak of, T' inherit such a haven : but, first of all,

When we are old as you? when we shall hear How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap The rain and wind beat dark December, how That we shall make in time, from our hence-going, In this our pinching cave shall we discourse And our return, to excuse :—but first, how get hence. The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing: Why should excuse be born, or e'er begot?

We are beastly: subtle as the fox for prey; We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr'ythee, speak,

Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat: How many score of miles may we well ride

Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage "Twixt hour and hour?

We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird, Pis.

One score 'twixt sun and sun, And sing our bondage freely. Madam, 's enough for you, and too much, too.

Bel.

How you speak! Imo. Why, one that rode to 's execution, man, Did you but know the city's usuries, Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers, And felt them knowingly: the art o' the court, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb That run i' the clocks by half.—But this is foolery.- Is certain falling, or so slippery, that Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say

The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, She'll home to her father; and provide me, presently, A pain that only seems to seek out danger A riding suit, no costlier than would fit

l'the name of fame, and honour; which dies i’ the A franklin's housewife.

search, Pis.

Madam, you're best consider. And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, Imo. I see before me, man: nor here, nor here,

As record of fair act; nay, many times, Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them,

Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, That I cannot look through. Away, I pr’ythee: Must court'sy at the censure.—0, boys! this story Do as I bid thee. There's no more to say;

The world may read in me: my body's mark'd Accessible is none but Milford way. [Exeunt. With Roman swords, and my report was once

First with the best of note. Cymbeline lov'd me; SCENE III.--Wales. A mountainous Country, And when a soldier was the theme, my name with a Cave.

Was not far off: then, was I as a tree, Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and ArviragUS.

Whose boughs did bend with fruit; but, in one night,

A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, Whose roof's as low as ours. Stoop, boys: this gate And left me bare to weather. Instructs you how t'adore the heavens, and bows you Gui.

Uncertain favour ! To a morning's holy office : the gates of monarc Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft) Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet through But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd And keep their impious turbands on, without Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline, Good morrow to the sun.-Hail, thou fair heaven! I was confederate with the Romans: so, We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly Follow'd my banishment; and this twenty years As prouder livers do.

This rock, and these demesnes, have been my world; Gui. Hail, heaven!

Where I have liv'd at honest freedom, paid Arv.

Hail, heaven! More pious debts to heaven, than in all Bel. Now, for our mountain sport. Up to yond' The fore-end of my time.—But, up to the mountains ! hill:

This is not hunter's language.—He that strikes Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, The venison first shall be the lord o' the feast; When you above perceive me like a crow,

To him the other two shall minister, That it is place which lessens and sets off:

And we will fear no poison, which attends And you may then revolve what tales I have told you, In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys. Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war:

[Exeunt Gui. and Arv. That service is not service, so being done,

How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature ! But being so allow'd: to apprehend thus,

These boy's know little, they are sons to the king; Draws us a profit from all things we see;

Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive.

They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up thus Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie meanly

All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, l' the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, This viperous slander enters.—What cheer, madam! In simple and low things, to prince it, much

Imo. False to his bed! What is it to be false ? Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,

To lie in watch there, and to think on him? The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom

To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature; The king his father call’d Guiderius, ---Jove!

To break it with a fearful dream of him, When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell

And cry myself awake? that's false to his bed,
The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out

Is it?
Into my story: say,—"Thus mine enemy fell; Pis. Alas, good lady!
And thus I set my foot on's neck;" even then

Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness.—Iachima,
The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;
Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in posture Thou then look’dst like a villain ; now, methinks,
That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy,
(Once Arviragus) in as like a vigour,

Who smothers her with painting, hath betray'd him: Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion ; His own conceiving. Hark! the game is rous'd.- And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,

[Horns wind. I must be ripp'd :-to pieces with me!-0! O Cymbeline! heaven, and my conscience, knows, Men's vows are women's traitors. All good seeming, Thou didst unjustly banish me; whereon

By thy revolt, О husband ! shall be thought At three, and two years old, I stole these babes, Put on for villany; not born where't grows, Thinking to bar thee of succession, as

But worn a bait for ladies. Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile,

Pis,

Good madam, hear me. Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mother, Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Enea, And every day do honour to her grave :

Were in his time thought false; and Sinon's weeping Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan callid,

Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity They take for natural father. [Horn.]—The game is From most true wretchedness: so thou, Posthumus, up.

[Exit. Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men: SCENE IV.–Near Milford-Haven.

Goodly, and gallant, shall be false, and perjurid,

From thy great fail.—Come, fellow, be thou honest: Enter Pisanio and Imogen.

Do thou thy master's bidding. When thou seest bin, Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, A little witness my obedience: look! the place

I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit Was near at hand.— Ne'er long'd my mother so The innocent mansion of my love, my heart. To see me first, as I have now. Pisanio! Man ! Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief: Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,

Thy master is not there, who was, indeed, That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh The riches of it. Do his bidding; strike. From th' inward of thee? One, but painted thus, Thou may’st be valiant in a better cause, Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd

But now thou seem'st a coward. Beyond self-explication : put thyself

Pis.

Hence, vile instrument! Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness

Thou shalt not damn my hand. Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter? Imo.

Why, I must die; Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with

And if I do not by thy hand, thou art

[Pís. offers a Letter. No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter A look untender? If it be summer news,

There is a prohibition so divine, Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st

That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart: But keep that conntenance still.—My husband's hand! Something's afore't:—Soft, soft! we'll no defence; That drug-damn’d Italy hath out-craftied him, Obedient as the scabbard.—What is here? And he's at some hard point.—Speak, man: thy tongue The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, May take off some extremity, which to read

All turn'd to heresy? Away, away, Would be even mortal to me.

Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Pis.

Please you, read; [Giving it. Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools And you

shall find me, wretched man, a thing Believe false teachers: though those that are betray'd The most disdain'd of fortune.

Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Imo. [Reads.] “ Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played Stands in worse case of woe. the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie And thou, Posthumus, that didst set up bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises, My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as And make me put into contempt the suits I expect my revenge. That part

, thou, Pisanio, must of princely followers, shalt hereafter find act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach It is no act of common passage, but of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life; A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself, I shall give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven : she To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her hath my letter for the purpose : where, if thou fear to That now thou tir’st on, how thy memory strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the Will then be pang'd by me.—Pr’ythee, despatch : pander to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal.” The lamb entreats the butcher: where's thy knife!

Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword ? the paper Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
Hath cut her throat already.—No; 'tis slander, When I desire it too.
Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue Pis.

O gracious lady!
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Since I receiv'd command to do this business,

I have not slept one wink.

Command into obedience; fear, and niceness, Imo.

Do't, and to bed, then. (The handmaids of all women, or more truly, Pis. I'll crack mine eye-balls first.

Woman it pretty self) into a waggish carriage: Imo.

And wherefore, then, Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd

As quarrelous as the weasel: nay, you must So many miles with a pretence? this place ?

Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek, Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour? Exposing it (but, O, the harder heart ! The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,

Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch
For my being absent; whereunto I never

Of common-kissing Titan; and forget
Purpose return? Why bast thou gone so far, Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
To be unbent, when thou hast ta’en thy stand, You made great Juno angry.
Th' elected deer before thee?

Imo.

Nay, be brief: Pis.

But to win time, I see into thy end, and am almosť To lose so bad employment; in the which

A man already. I have consider'd of a course.

Good lady,

Pis.

First, make yourself but like one. Hear me with patience.

Forethinking this, I have already fit Imo.

Talk thy tongue weary; speak : ('Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all I have heard I am a strumpet, and mine ear,

That answer to them : would you, in their serving, Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, And with what imitation you can borrow Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.

From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Pis.

Then, madam, Present yourself, desire his service, tell him I thought you would not back again.

Wherein you are happy, (which you will make him know, Imo.

Most like, If that his head have ear in music) doubtless, Bringing me here to kill me.

With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, Pis.

Not
80,

neither: And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad, But if I were as wise as honest, then

You have me, rich; and I will never fail
My purpose would prove well. It cannot be, Beginning nor supplyment.
But that my master is abus’d:

Imo.

Thou art all the comfort Some villain, ay, and singular in his art,

The gods will diet me with. Pr’ythee, away: Hath done you both this cursed injury.

There's more to be consider'd, but we'll even Imo. Some Roman courtezan.

All that good time will give us.

This attempt
Pis.

No, on my life. I'm soldier to, and will abide it with
I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee.
Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded

Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell, I should do so : you shall be miss'd at court,

Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of And that will well confirm it.

Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Imo.

Why, good fellow, Here is a box; I had it from the queen : What shall I do the while ? where bide ? how live? What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, Or in my life what comfort, when I am

Or stomach-qualm’d at land, a dram of this
Dead to

my
husband?

Will drive away distemper.-To some shade,
Pis.

If you'll back to the court — And fit you to your manhood.—May the gods
Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado Direct you to the best!
With that harsh, noble, simple, empty nothing,

Imo.

Amen. I thank thee. [Exeunt. That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me

SCENE V.-A Room in CYMBELINE's Palace. As fearful as a siege. Pis. If not at court,

Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords. Then not in Britain must you bide.

Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.
Imo.
Where then ? Luc.

Thanks, royal sir.
Hath Britain all the sun that shines ? Day, night, My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence;
Are they not but in Britain ? I'the world's volume And am right sorry that I must report ye
Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it;

My master's enemy. In a great pool, a swan's nest: pr'ythee, think

Cym.

Our subjects, sir,
There's livers out of Britain.

Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself,
Pis.
I am most glad

To show less sovereignty than they must needs
You think of other place. Th' ambassador,

Appear unkinglike. Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven

Luc.

So, sir. I desire of you To-morrow: now, if you could wear a mind

A conduct over land to Milford-Haven. Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise

Madam, all joy befall your grace, and you ! That, which, t' appear itself, must not yet be,

Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; But by self-danger, you should tread a course

The due of honour in no point omit. Privy, yet full of view: yea, haply, near

So, farewell, noble Lucius. The residence of Posthumus; so nigh, at least,

Luc.

Your hand, my lord. That though his actions were not visible, yet

Clo. Receive it friendly; but from this time forth Report should render him hourly to your ear,

I wear it as your enemy. As truly as he moves.

Luc.

Sir, the event
Imo.
O, for such means !

Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well.
Though peril to my modesty, not death on't,

Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, I would adventure.

Till he have cross'd the Severn.—Happiness !
Pis.
Well then, here's the point.

[Exeunt Lucius and Lords. You must forget to be a woman; change

Queen. He goes hence frowning; but it honours us,

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