Page 501 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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Madam, you’re best consider.
IMOGEN
I see before me, man: nor here, nor here,
Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them, [80]
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.]
Scene III IT
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
BELARIUS
A goodly day not to keep house with such
Whose roof’s as low as ours! Stoop, boys: this gate
Instructs you how t’ adore the heavens; and bows you
To a morning’s holy office. The gates of monarchs
Are arch’d so high that giants may jet through [5]
And keep their impious turbans on, without
Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven!
We house i’ th’ rock, yet use thee not so hardly
As prouder livers do.
GUIDERIUS
Hail, heaven!
ARVIRAGUS
Hail, heaven!
BELARIUS
Now for our mountain sport, up to yond hill! [10]
Your legs are young: I’ll tread these flats. Consider,
When you above perceive me like a crow,
That it is place which lessens and sets off,
And you may then revolve what tales I have told you
