230 The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the war, I' the name of fame, and honour; which dies i' the search; And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, 240 Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night, Guid. Uncertain favour! Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you oft) But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Follow'd my banishment; and, these twenty years, More pious debts to heaven, than in all 252 The fore-end of my time. But, up to the moun tains; This is not hunters' language: He, that strikes The 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 vallies. [Exeunt GUID. and ARV. How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! 260 They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up thus meanly I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit 270 Into my story: say-Thus mine enemy fell; Strikes life into my speech, and shews much more 281 Thou Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, 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. [Exit, SCENE IV. Near Milford-Haven. Enter PISANIO, and IMOGEN. Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand: -Ne'er long'd my mother so 290 To see me first, as I have now:-Pisanio! Man! Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind, That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter? Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with Smile to't before: if winterly, thou need'st But keep that countenance still. - My husband's hand! That drug-damn'd Ita'y hath out-crafted him, And And he's at some hard point. Speak, man; thy tongue May take off some extremity, which to read Would be even mortal to me. Pis. Please you, read; And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing IMOGEN reads. 309 Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath play'd 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 alt for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of her's. 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 strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal. 319 Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander; To To lie in watch there, and to think on him? To weep 'twixt clock and clock ? if sleep nature, charge To break it with a fearful dream of him, Pis. Alas, good lady! 330 Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness :-Iachimo, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency; 340 Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks, Pis. Good madam, hear me. Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Æneas, Were, in his time, thought false: and Sinon's weep ing 350 Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity Goodly, and gallant, shall be false, and perjur'd, From thy great fail. -Come, fellow, be thou honest : Do thou thy master's bidding: When thou see'st him, A little witness my obedience: Look! |