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In a true hate, to pray they have their will: very devils cannot plague them better.
ACT III.....SCENE I.
Britain. A Room of State in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, and Lords, at one Door; and at another, CAIUS LUCIUS, and Attendants.
Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us?
Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately
Shall be so ever.
And, to kill the marvel,
There be many Cæsars,
Ere such another Julius. Britain is
A world by itself; and we will nothing pay,
Which then they had to take from us, to resume
We have again.-Remember, sir, my liege,
With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters;
With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of conquest Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag Of, came, and saw, and overcame: with shame (The first that ever touch'd him) he was carried From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping, (Poor ignorant baubles!) on our terrible seas,
Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd
Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars: other of them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such straight arms,
Cym. Son, let your mother end.
Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; but I have a hand. Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If Cæsar 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: Cæsar's ambition,
Ordain'd our laws; (whose use the sword of Cæsar
For fury not to be resisted:-Thus defy'd,
Let proof speak.
Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day, or two, or longer: If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall 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 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.
Another Room in the same.
Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not
Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian
Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her?
Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanity,
So much as this fact comes to? Do't: The letter [reading-
Shall give thee opportunity:-O damn'd paper!
I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave:-Bless'd be,
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 not even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I am in Cambria, at MilfordHaven: 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, increasing in love,
May plod it in a week, why may not I
(Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st-
For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick,
How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap
One score, 'twixt sun, and sun, Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.
Imo. Why, one that rode to his 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 fool
Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say
She'll home to her father: and provide me, presently, A riding suit; no costlier than would fit
A franklin's housewife.
Madam, you're best consider. Imo. I see, before me, man, nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them, That I cannot look through. Away, I pr'ythee; Do as I bid thee: There's no more to say; Accessible is none but Milford way.
Wales. A mountainous Country, with a Cave. Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAgus. Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys: This gate