Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
2105Take, or lend. Hoa? No answer? Then Ile enter.
¶Best draw my Sword; and if mine Enemy
¶Such a Foe, good Heauens.
Exit.
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Scena Septima.
2110
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Aruiragus.
¶Will play the Cooke, and Seruant, 'tis our match:
2115But for the end it workes too. Come, our stomackes
¶Findes the Downe-pillow hard. Now peace be heere,
2120Gui. I am throughly weary.
¶Whil'st what we haue kill'd, be Cook'd.
¶Bel. Stay, come not in:
2125But that it eates our victualles, I should thinke
¶Heere were a Faiery.
¶Gui. What's the matter, Sir?
¶Bel. By Iupiter an Angell: or if not
2130No elder then a Boy.
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Enter Imogen.
¶Before I enter'd heere, I call'd, and thought
¶To haue begg'd, or bought, what I haue took: good troth
2135I haue stolne nought, nor would not, though I had found
¶As I had made my Meale; and parted
¶With Pray'rs for the Prouider.
2140Gui. Money? Youth.
¶Aru. All Gold and Siluer rather turne to durt,
¶As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
¶Who worship durty Gods.
2145Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
¶Haue dyed, had I not made it.
¶Bel. Whether bound?
¶Imo. To Milford-Hauen.
¶Bel. What's your name?
¶Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford,
¶I am falne in this offence.
¶Bel. Prythee (faire youth)
2155Thinke vs no Churles: nor measure our good mindes
¶By this rude place we liue in. Well encounter'd,
¶Ere you depart; and thankes to stay, and eate it:
¶Boyes, bid him welcome.
2160Gui. Were you a woman, youth,
¶I bid for you, as I do buy.
¶Arui. Ile make't my Comfort
¶He is a man, Ile loue him as my Brother:
2165And such a welcome as I'ld giue to him
¶If Brothers: would it had bin so, that they
2170Had bin my Fathers Sonnes, then had my prize
¶To thee Posthumus.
¶Gui. Would I could free't.
2175Arui. Or I, what ere it be,
¶What paine it cost, what danger: Gods!
¶Bel. Hearke Boyes.
¶Imo. Great men
¶That had a Court no bigger then this Caue,
2180That did attend themselues, and had the vertue
¶That nothing-guift of differing Multitudes
¶Could not out-peere these twaine. Pardon me Gods,
¶I'ld change my sexe to be Companion with them,
2185Since Leonatus false.
¶Wee'l mannerly demand thee of thy Story,
2190So farre as thou wilt speake it.
¶Gui. Pray draw neere.
¶Imo. Thankes Sir.
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Scena Octaua.
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Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes.
¶1. Sen. This is the tenor of the Emperors Writ;
¶That since the common men are now in Action
2200'Gainst the Pannonians, and Dalmatians,
¶And that the Legions now in Gallia, are
¶Full weake to vndertake our Warres against
¶The falne-off Britaines, that we do incite
2205Lucius Pro-Consull: and to you the Tribunes
¶For this immediate Leuy, he commands
¶Tri. Is Lucius Generall of the Forces?
¶2. Sen. I.
2210Tri. Remaining now in Gallia?
¶Which I haue spoke of, whereunto your leuie
¶Will tye you to the numbers, and the time
2215Of their dispatch.
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Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
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Enter Clotten alone.
2220if Pisanio haue mapp'd it truely. How fit his Garments
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