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For further satisfying, under her breast
Post. Ay, and it doth confirm
Iach. Will you hear more?
Post. Spare your arithmetic; ne'er count the turns; Once, and a million !
Iach. I'll be sworn
Post. No swearing:If thou wilt swear thou hast not done't, thou liest; And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny Thou hast made me cuckold.
Iach. I will deny nothing. Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb
meal! I will go there, and do't, i' the court, before Her father :—IH do something.
Exit. Phil. Quite besides The government of patience !—You have won : Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath, He hath against himself. Iach. With all my heart.
Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, the Two Lords,
Caius Lucius, and Attendants discovered. Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with
Luc. When Julius Cæsar Was in this Britain, And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, (Famous in Cæsar's praises, no whit less Than in his feats deserving it,) for him, And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, Yearly three thousand pounds; which, by thee lately, Is left untender'd.
Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Shall be so ever.
Cloten. There be many Cæsars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses. 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.
Cym. You must know,
This tribute from us, we were free:
Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline,
trots Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius. Cloten. 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;
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.
[Drums and Trumpets—Exeunt:
Enter Pisanio; a Letter in his Hand. Pisanio. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you
not What monster's her accuser :-Leonatus!
Oh, master! what a strange infection
Imog. How now, Pisanio ?
[Imogen takes the Letter.
[Reading.] Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominions, could not be so cruel to me,
as you, Oh, the dearest of creatures, would not 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, increasing in love,
O, for a horse with wings !--Hear'st thou, Pisanio?
Pisanio. One score, 'twixt sun and sun,
Imog. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go so slow:But this is foolery :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.
Pisanio. Madam, you're best consider,—
Imog. 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. [Exeunt.