cymbeline(辛白林)-第9节
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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 Caesars Ere such another Julius。 Britain
is A world by itself； and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses。
QUEEN。 That opportunity； Which then they had to take from 's； to resume
We have again。 Remember； sir； my liege； The kings your ancestors；
together with The natural bravery of your isle； which stands As Neptune's
park； ribb'd and pal'd in With rocks unscalable and roaring waters； With
sands that will not bear your enemies' boats But suck them up to th' top…
mast。 A kind of conquest Caesar 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 As easily 'gainst our rocks； for joy whereof The fam'd
Cassibelan； who was once at point… O； giglot fortune！… to master Caesar's
sword； Made Lud's Town with rejoicing fires bright And Britons strut with
courage。 CLOTEN。 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 moe
such Caesars。 Other of them may have crook'd noses； but to owe such
straight arms； none。 CYMBELINE。 Son； let your mother end。 CLOTEN。
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
Caesar 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。 CYMBELINE。 You must know； Till the injurious Romans did
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extort This tribute from us； we were free。 Caesar's ambition… Which
swell'd so much that it did almost stretch The sides o' th' world… against all
colour here Did put the yoke upon's； which to shake off Becomes a
warlike people； whom we reckon Ourselves to be。 CLOTEN。 We do。
CYMBELINE。 Say then to Caesar； Our ancestor was that Mulmutius
which Ordain'd our laws… whose use the sword of Caesar Hath too much
mangled； whose repair and franchise Shall； by the power we hold； be our
good deed； Though Rome be therefore angry。 Mulmutius made our laws；
Who was the first of Britain which did put His brows within a golden
crown； and call'd Himself a king。 LUCIUS。 I am sorry； Cymbeline； That I
am to pronounce Augustus Caesar… Caesar； that hath moe kings his
servants than Thyself domestic officers… thine enemy。 Receive it from me；
then： war and confusion In Caesar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee； look
For fury not to be resisted。 Thus defied； I thank thee for myself。
CYMBELINE。 Thou art welcome； Caius。 Thy Caesar knighted me； my
youth I spent Much under him； of him I gather'd honour； Which he to seek
of me again； perforce； Behoves me keep at utterance。 I am perfect That the
Pannonians and Dalmatians for Their liberties are now in arms； a
precedent Which not to read would show the Britons cold； So Caesar shall
not find them。 LUCIUS。 Let proof speak。 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； if you fall in the adventure； our crows shall
fare the better for you； and there's an end。 LUCIUS。 So； sir。 CYMBELINE。
I know your master's pleasure； and he mine； All the remain is； welcome。
Exeunt
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SCENE II。 Britain。 Another room in
CYMBELINE'S palace
Enter PISANIO reading of a letter
PISANIO。 How？ of adultery？ Wherefore write you not What
monsters her accuse？ Leonatus！ O master； what a strange infection Is fall'n
into thy ear！ What false Italian… As poisonous…tongu'd as handed… hath
prevail'd On thy too ready hearing？ Disloyal？ No。 She's punish'd for her
truth； and undergoes； More goddess…like than wife…like； such assaults As
would take in some virtue。 O my master！ Thy mind to her is now as low as
were Thy fortunes。 How？ that I should murder her？ Upon the love； and
truth； and vows； which I Have made to thy command？ I； her？ Her blood？
If it be so to do good service； never Let me be counted serviceable。 How
look I That I should seem to lack humanity So much as this fact comes to？
＇Reads＇ 'Do't。 The letter That I have sent her； by her own command Shall
give thee opportunity。' O damn'd paper； Black as the ink that's on thee！
Senseless bauble； Art thou a fedary for this act； and look'st So virgin…like
without？ Lo； here she comes。
Enter IMOGEN
I am ignorant in what I am commanded。 IMOGEN。 How now；
Pisanio！ PISANIO。 Madam； here is a letter from my lord。 IMOGEN。 Who？
thy lord？ That is my lord… Leonatus？ O； learn'd indeed were that
astronomer That knew the stars as I his characters… He'd lay the future
open。 You good gods； Let what is here contain'd relish of love； Of my
lord's health； of his content； yet not That we two are asunder… let that
grieve him！ Some griefs are med'cinable； that is one of them； For it doth
physic love… of his content； All but in that。 Good wax； thy leave。 Blest be
You bees that make these locks of counsel！ Lovers And men in dangerous
bonds pray not alike； Though forfeiters you cast in prison； yet You clasp
young Cupid's tables。 Good news； gods！ ＇Reads＇ '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 even renew me with your eyes。
Take notice that I am in Cambria； at Milford Haven。 What your own love
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will out of this advise you； follow。 So he wishes you all happiness that
remains loyal to his vow； and your increasing in love LEONATUS
POSTHUMUS。'
O for a horse with wings！ Hear'st thou； Pisanio？ 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
Pisanio… Who long'st like me to see thy lord； who long'st… O； let me 'bate！…
but not like me； yet long'st； But in a fainter kind… O； not like me； For
mine's beyond beyond！…say； and speak thick… Love's counsellor should fill
the bores of hearing To th' smothering of the sense… how far it is To this
same blessed Milford。 And by th' way Tell me how Wales was made so
happy as T' inherit such a haven。 But first of all； How we may steal from
hence； and for the gap That we shall make in time from our hence…going
And our return； to excuse。 But first； how get hence。 Why should excuse be
born or ere begot？ We'll talk of that hereafter。 Prithee speak； How many
score of miles may we well ride 'Twixt hour and hour？ PISANIO。 One
score 'twixt sun and sun； Madam； 's enough for you； and too much too。
IMOGEN。 Why； one that rode to's execution； man； Could never go so slow。
I have heard of riding wagers Where horses have been nimbler than the
sands That run i' th' clock's behalf。 But this is fool'ry。 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 huswife。 PISANIO。
Madam； you're best consider。 IMOGEN。 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 prithee； Do as I bid thee。 There's no more to say；
Accessible is none but Milford way。 Exeunt
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SCENE III。 Wales。 A mountainous coun
