They are not conftant, but are changing ftill; ACT III. SCENE 1. SCENE A Palace. [Exit. Enter in State, Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords at one Door; and at another, Caius Lucius and Attendants. OW fay, what would Augustus Cæfar with us? Luc. When Julius Cafar, whofe remembrance yer Than in his Feats deferving it for him Yearly three thoufand Pounds; which by thee lately Queen. And to kill the marvail, Shall be fo ever. Clot. There be many Cafars, Eer fuch another Julins: Britain's a World By it felf, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own Nolés. Queen. That opportunity J. Which then they had to take from's, to refume With Oaks unskaleable, and roaring Waters, But fuck them up to'th' Top-maft. A kind of Conqueft Of, came, and faw, and overcame; with fhame, Clot. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid. Our Kingdom is ftronger than it was at that time; and, as I faid, there is no more fuch Cafars, other of them may have crook'd Noses, but to owe fuch ftrait Arms, none. Cym. Son, let your Mother end. Clot. We have yet many among us, can gripe as hard as Caffibelan, I do not fay I am one; but I have a hand. Why Tribute? Why should we pay Tribute? If Cafar can hide the Sun from us with a Blanket, or put the Moon in his Pocket, we will pay him Tribute for Light; else, Sir, no more Tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, 'Till the injurious Romans did extort This Tribute from us, we were free. Cafar's Ambition, The fides o'th' World, against all Colour here, Though Rome be therefore angry. Mulmutius made our Laws, His Brows within a golden Crown, and call'd Himself a King. Luc. I am forry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Auguftus Cafar, Receive Receive it from me then. War, and Confufion Gym. Thou art welcome, Caius, Thy Cafar Knighted me; my Youth I spent Luc. Let Proof fpeak. Clot. His Majefty bids you Welcome. Make Paftime with us a Day, or two, or longer: If you feek us afterwards in other terms, you fhall 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 fhall fare the better for you: And there's an end. Luc. So, Sir: Cym. I know your Mafter's Pleasure, and he mine: All the Remain, is welcome. Enter Pifanio reading a Letter. [Exeunt. Pif. How of Adultery? Wherefore write you not What Monsters her accufe? Leonatus! Oh Mafter, what a strange Infection Is fall'n into thy Ear? What falfe Italian, So much as this Fat comes to? Do't--the Letter [Reading: That That I have fent her, by her own Command, I am ignorant in what I am comman ded. Imo. How now, Pifanio? Pif. Madam, here is a Letter from my Lord. That knew the Stars, as I his Characters, J Uftice, and your Father's Wrath, should he take me in his Dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, oh the deareft 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 he wishes you all Happiness, that remains Loyal to his Vow, and your increafing in Love, Leonatus Pofthumus. Oh for a Horfe with Wings! Hear't thou, Pifanio? 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 Pifanio, Who long'ft like me, to fee thy Lord, who long'ft, Oh let me bate, but not like me, yet long'ft But in a fainter kind----Oh not like me; For mine's beyond, beyond-fay, and speak thick Love's Counsellor fhould fill the Bores of Hearing To To th' fmothering of the Senfe, how far it is How may we fteal from hence: And for the Gap we well ride Pif. One Score 'twixt Sun, and Sun, Madam's enough for you: And too much toc. Imo. Why, one that rode to's Execution, Man, Could never go fo flow: I have heard of riding Wagers, She'll home to her Father, and provide me prefently Pif. Madam, you're beft confider. 1. Imo. I fee before me, Man, nor here, nor here, That I cannot look thorough. Away, I pithec, [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Foreft with a Cave. Enter Bellarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus, Bel. A goodly Day, not to keep Houfe with fuch, Guid. Hail, Heav'n! T |