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A Forest in Wales, with a Cave.
Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS, from the Cave.
Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours: See, boys: This gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows
To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs
Guid. Hail, Heaven!
Arv. Hail, Heaven!
Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: up to yon hill,
And you may then revolve what tales I have told you,
Guid. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor un
Have never wing'd from view o' the nest; nor know
What air's from home. Haply, this life is best,
That have a sharper known; well corresponding
Arv. What should we speak of,
When we are old as you, when we shall hear
Did you but know the city's usuries,
And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court,
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,
As record of fair act; nay, many times,
Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,
Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night,
Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,
Guid. Uncertain favour!
Bel. My fault being nothing, (as I have told you oft)
But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd
The fore end of my time.-But, up to the mountains;
And we will fear no poison, which attends
In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the vallies. [Exeunt Guiderius and Arviuagus.
How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature!
They think, they are mine: and, though train'd up thus meanly
I' the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit
Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more
Hark! the game is rous'd!
Oh, Cymbeline! Heaven, and my conscience, knows, Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon,
At three, and two years old, I stole these babes:
Thou 'reftst me of my land. Euriphile,
Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mo ther,
And every day do honour to thy grave:
The game is up.
[The Horn sounds again.
The Palace of Cymbeline.
Flourish of Trumpets.
Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, the Two
Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.
Luc. Thanks, royal sir.
I am right sorry, that I must report ye
My master's enemy.
I desire of you
A conduct over land, to Milford Haven.
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit:
So farewell, noble Lucius.
Lac. Your hand, my lord.
Cloten. Receive it friendly: but, from this time forth,
I wear it as your enemy.
Luc. Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well.
[Exeunt LUCIUS, FIRST LORD, &c.
Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours us, That we have given him cause.
Cloten. "Tis all the better;
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly.
[Exit econd Lord
Quee . Roya sir,
Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd
Forbear sharp speeches to her.
Enter Second Lord.
Cym. Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd ? 9 Lord, Please you, sir,
Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer
Which daily she was bound to proffer: this
She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Made me to blame in memory.'
Cym. Her doors lock'd?
Not seen of late? Grant, Heavens, that, which I fear, Prove false!
[Exeunt Cymbeline and SECOND LORD.