Thyself domestic officers) thine enemy. I thank thee for myself. Thus defied, Thou art welcome, Caius. Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent Luc. Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastimè with us a day or two, or longer: if you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-walter 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. Enter PISANIO. Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monsters her accuse? - Leonatus! O, master! what a strange infection Is fallen into thy ear! What false Italian (As poisonous tongued, as handed) hath prevail'd [Exeunt. 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? - I, her? — her blood? Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, So much as this fact comes to? "Do 't. The letter That I have sent her, by her own command Shall give thee opportunity:" - O damn'd paper! Black as the ink that's on thee. Senseless bauble, Enter IMOGen. I am ignorant in what I am commanded. Imo. How now, Pisanio! Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. O! learn'd indeed were that astronomer, That knew the stars, as I his characters; Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not, That we two are asunder, — let that grieve him: Some griefs are medicinable; that is one of them, For it doth physic love; - of his content, All but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Good news, gods! [Reading. [Reads. "Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would 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, ne wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, încreasing in love, O, for a horse with wings! "LEONATUS POSTHUMUS." Hear'st thou, Pisanio? He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me How far 't is 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, from our hence-going, but first, how get hence. 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 's execution, man, Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery. Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say She 'Il home to her father; and provide me, presently, A franklin's housewife. Pis. Imo. Madam, you're best consider. I see before me, man: nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them, SCENE III. [Exeunt. Wales. A mountainous Country, with a Cave. Gui. Arv. Hail, heaven! Hail, heaven! Bel. Now, for our mountain sport. Up to yond' hill: Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, When you above perceive me like a crow, That it is place which lessens and sets off: And you may then revolve what tales I have told you, Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledg'd, That have a sharper known, well corresponding Arv. What should we speak of, When we are old as you? when we shall hear Bel. How you speak! And felt them knowingly: the art o' the court, The fear 's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger I' the name of fame, and honour; which dies i' the search, And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, The world may read in me: my body's mark'd With Roman swords, and my report was once Whose boughs did bend with fruit; but, in one night, |