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Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)
THE TRAGEDIE OF
CYMBELINE.
1Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
2Enter two Gentlemen.
31. Gent.
4YOu do not meet a man but Frownes.
5Our bloods no more obey the Heauens
6Then our Courtiers:
7Still seeme, as do's the Kings.
82 Gent. But what's the matter?
91. His daughter, and the heire of's kingdome (whom
10He purpos'd to his wiues sole Sonne, a Widdow
11That late he married) hath referr'd her selfe
12Vnto a poore, but worthy Gentleman. She's wedded,
14Is outward sorrow, though I thinke the King
15Be touch'd at very heart.
162 None but the King?
19Although they weare their faces to the bent
20Of the Kings lookes, hath a heart that is not
21Glad at the thing they scowle at.
24Too bad, for bad report: and he that hath her,
25(I meane, that married her, alacke good man,
27As to seeke through the Regions of the Earth
28For one, his like; there would be something failing
29In him, that should compare. I do not thinke,
31Endowes a man, but hee.
34Crush him together, rather then vnfold
35His measure duly.
362 What's his name, and Birth?
371 I cannot delue him to the roote: His Father
38Was call'd Sicillius, who did ioyne his Honor
40But had his Titles by Tenantius, whom
42So gain'd the Sur-addition, Leonatus.
44Two other Sonnes, who in the Warres o'th' time
45Dy'de with their Swords in hand. For which, their Father
47That he quit Being; and his gentle Lady
48Bigge of this Gentleman (our Theame) deceast
49As he was borne. The King he takes the Babe
51Breedes him, and makes him of his Bed-chamber,
52Puts to him all the Learnings that his time
53Could make him the receiuer of, which he tooke
55And in's Spring, became a Haruest: Liu'd in Court
58A glasse that feated them: and to the grauer,
59A Childe that guided Dotards. To his Mistris,
60(For whom he now is banish'd) her owne price
62By her electiõ may be truly read, what kind of man he is.
632 I honor him, euen out of your report.
651 His onely childe:
66He had two Sonnes (if this be worth your hearing,
67Marke it) the eldest of them, at three yeares old
70Which way they went.
712 How long is this ago?
721 Some twenty yeares.
75That could not trace them.
77Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at:
78Yet is it true Sir.
792 I do well beleeue you.
82Scena Secunda.
83Enter the Queene, Posthumus, and Imogen.
86Euill-ey'd vnto you. You're my Prisoner, but
87Your Gaoler shall deliuer you the keyes
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90I will be knowne your Aduocate: marry yet
91The fire of Rage is in him, and 'twere good
92You lean'd vnto his Sentence, with what patience
93Your wisedome may informe you.
95I will from hence to day.
96Qu. You know the perill:
97Ile fetch a turne about the Garden, pittying
102I something feare my Fathers wrath, but nothing
103(Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty) what
104His rage can do on me. You must be gone,
106Of angry eyes: not comforted to liue,
107But that there is this Iewell in the world,
108That I may see againe.
112Then doth become a man. I will remaine
113The loyall'st husband, that did ere plight troth.
114My residence in Rome, at one Filorio's,
115Who, to my Father was a Friend, to me
116Knowne but by Letter; thither write (my Queene)
117And with mine eyes, Ile drinke the words you send,
118Though Inke be made of Gall.
119Enter Queene.
120Qu. Be briefe, I pray you:
121If the King come, I shall incurre, I know not
123To walke this way: I neuer do him wrong,
124But he do's buy my Iniuries, to be Friends:
125Payes deere for my offences.
126Post. Should we be taking leaue
127As long a terme as yet we haue to liue,
128The loathnesse to depart, would grow: Adieu.
130Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe,
131Such parting were too petty. Looke heere (Loue)
132This Diamond was my Mothers; take it (Heart)
133But keepe it till you woo another Wife,
134When Imogen is dead.
135Post. How, how? Another?
136You gentle Gods, giue me but this I haue,
137And seare vp my embracements from a next,
138With bonds of death. Remaine, remaine thou heere,
140As I (my poore selfe) did exchange for you
143It is a Manacle of Loue, Ile place it
145Imo. O the Gods!
147Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.
148Post. Alacke, the King.
150If after this command thou fraught the Court
152Thou'rt poyson to my blood.
154And blesse the good Remainders of the Court:
155I am gone. Exit.
156Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
157More sharpe then this is.
160A yeares age on mee.
162Harme not your selfe with your vexation,
164Subdues all pangs, all feares.
168The sole Sonne of my Queene.
170And did auoyd a Puttocke.
174Cym. O thou vilde one!
175Imo. Sir,
177You bred him as my Play-fellow, and he is
178A man, worth any woman: Ouer-buyes mee
180Cym. What? art thou mad?
182A Neat-heards Daughter, and my Leonatus
183Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne.
184Enter Queene.
186They were againe together: you haue done
187Not after our command. Away with her,
188And pen her vp.
190Deere Lady daughter, peace. Sweet Soueraigne,
192Out of your best aduice.
194A drop of blood a day, and being aged
195Dye of this Folly. Exit.
196Enter Pisanio.
198Heere is your Seruant. How now Sir? What newes?
200Qu. Hah?
201No harme I trust is done?
202Pisa. There might haue beene,
203But that my Master rather plaid, then fought,
204And had no helpe of Anger: they were parted
205By Gentlemen, at hand.
206Qu. I am very glad on't.
207Imo. Your Son's my Fathers friend, he takes his part
208To draw vpon an Exile. O braue Sir,
209I would they were in Affricke both together,
210My selfe by with a Needle, that I might pricke
211The goer backe. Why came you from your Master?
213To bring him to the Hauen: left these Notes
215When't pleas'd you to employ me.
216Qu. This hath beene
217Your faithfull Seruant: I dare lay mine Honour
218He will remaine so.
Qu.
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220Qu. Pray walke a-while.
222Pray you speake with me;
224For this time leaue me. Exeunt.
225Scena Tertia.
226Enter Clotten, and two Lords.
229ayre comes out, ayre comes in: There's none abroad so
230wholesome as that you vent.
232Haue I hurt him?
235not hurt. It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt.
237Towne.
2401 Stand you? you haue Land enough of your owne:
241But he added to your hauing, gaue you some ground.
2422 As many Inches, as you haue Oceans (Puppies.)
243Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs.
245you were vpon the ground.
247fuse mee.
2491 Sir, as I told you alwayes: her Beauty & her Braine
253Should hurt her.
254Clot. Come, Ile to my Chamber: would there had
255beene some hurt done.
257which is no great hurt.
258Clot. You'l go with vs?
260Clot. Nay come, let's go together.
262Scena Quarta.
263Enter Imogen, and Pisanio.
266And I not haue it, 'twere a Paper lost
268That he spake to thee?
269Pisa. It was his Queene, his Queene.
270Imo. Then wau'd his Handkerchiefe?
273And that was all?
275As he could make me with his eye, or eare,
277The Decke, with Gloue, or Hat, or Handkerchife,
280How swift his Ship.
282As little as a Crow, or lesse, ere left
283To after-eye him.
286Crack'd them, but to looke vpon him, till the diminution
288Nay, followed him, till he had melted from
290Haue turn'd mine eye, and wept. But good Pisanio,
291When shall we heare from him.
293With his next vantage.
294Imo. I did not take my leaue of him, but had
296How I would thinke on him at certaine houres,
298The Shees of Italy should not betray
299Mine Interest, and his Honour: or haue charg'd him
300At the sixt houre of Morne, at Noone, at Midnight,
302I am in Heauen for him: Or ere I could,
304Betwixt two charming words, comes in my Father,
305And like the Tyrannous breathing of the North,
306Shakes all our buddes from growing.
307Enter a Lady.
308La. The Queene (Madam)
311I will attend the Queene.
313Scena Quinta.
314Enter Philario, Iachimo: a Frenchman, a Dutch-
315man, and a Spaniard.
318thy, as since he hath beene allowed the name of. But I
319could then haue look'd on him, without the help of Ad-
320miration, though the Catalogue of his endowments had
323then now hee is, with that which makes him both with-
324out, and within.
326ny there, could behold the Sunne, with as firme eyes as
327hee.
328Iach. This matter of marrying his Kings Daughter,
329wherein he must be weighed rather by her valew, then
330his owne, words him (I doubt not) a great deale from the
331matter.
334lamentable diuorce vnder her colours, are wonderfully
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335to extend him, be it but to fortifie her iudgement, which
338with you? How creepes acquaintance?
339Phil. His Father and I were Souldiers together, to
340whom I haue bin often bound for no lesse then my life.
341Enter Posthumus.
344to a Stranger of his quality. I beseech you all be better
345knowne to this Gentleman, whom I commend to you,
346as a Noble Friend of mine. How Worthy he is, I will
347leaue to appeare hereafter, rather then story him in his
348owne hearing.
349French. Sir, we haue knowne togither in Orleance.
353glad I did attone my Countryman and you: it had beene
356slight and triuiall a nature.
358ler, rather shun'd to go euen with what I heard, then in
359my euery action to be guided by others experiences: but
361ded) my Quarrell was not altogether slight.
362French. Faith yes, to be put to the arbiterment of
363Swords, and by such two, that would by all likelyhood
364haue confounded one the other, or haue falne both.
366ference?
369port. It was much like an argument that fell out last
372vpon warrant of bloody affirmation) his to be more
375Fraunce.
377mans opinion by this, worne out.
380Italy.
383Adorer, not her Friend.
384Iach. As faire, and as good: a kind of hand in hand
386good for any Lady in Britanie; if she went before others.
388I haue beheld, I could not beleeue she excelled many:
390nor you the Lady.
393Post. More then the world enioyes.
397uen, or if there were wealth enough for the purchases, or
398merite for the guift. The other is not a thing for sale,
399and onely the guift of the Gods.
400Iach. Which the Gods haue giuen you?
401Post. Which by their Graces I will keepe.
402Iach. You may weare her in title yours: but you
403know strange Fowle light vpon neighbouring Ponds.
406all;. A cunning Thiefe, or a (that way) accomplish'd
408last.
410Courtier to conuince the Honour of my Mistris: if in the
413I feare not my Ring.
414Phil. Let vs leaue heere, Gentlemen?
415Post. Sir, with all my heart. This worthy Signior I
416thanke him, makes no stranger of me, we are familiar at
420uen to the yeilding, had I admittance, and opportunitie
421to friend.
422Post. No, no.
424state, to your Ring, which in my opinion o're-values it
428the world.
431of, by your Attempt.
432Iach. What's that?
436dainely, let it dye as it was borne, and I pray you be bet-
437ter acquainted.
443Ring, that commend me to the Court where your La-
444dy is, with no more aduantage then the opportunitie of a
445second conference, and I will bring from thence, that
448it: My Ring I holde deere as my finger, 'tis part of
449it.
453in you, that you feare.
455beare a grauer purpose I hope.
459your returne: let there be Couenants drawne between's.
461vnworthy thinking. I dare you to this match: heere's my
462Ring.
463Phil. I will haue it no lay.
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469your Iewell, and my Gold are yours: prouided, I haue
470your commendation, for my more free entertainment.
476duc'd, you not making it appeare otherwise: for your ill
482sterue: I will fetch my Gold, and haue our two Wagers
483recorded.
484Post. Agreed.
485French. Will this hold, thinke you.
486Phil. Signior Iachimo will not from it.
487Pray let vs follow 'em. Exeunt
488Scena Sexta.
489Enter Queene, Ladies, and Cornelius.
490Qu. Whiles yet the dewe's on ground,
491Gather those Flowers,
492Make haste. Who ha's the note of them?
493Lady. I Madam.
498(My Conscience bids me aske) wherefore you haue
500Which are the moouers of a languishing death:
501But though slow, deadly.
504Thy Pupill long? Hast thou not learn'd me how
506That our great King himselfe doth woo me oft
507For my Confections? Hauing thus farre proceeded,
509That I did amplifie my iudgement in
510Other Conclusions? I will try the forces
512We count not worth the hanging (but none humane)
513To try the vigour of them, and apply
514Allayments to their Act, and by them gather
520Qu. O content thee.
521Enter Pisanio.
524And enemy to my Sonne. How now Pisanio?
526Take your owne way.
528But you shall do no harme.
529Qu. Hearke thee, a word.
532And will not trust one of her malice, with
536Then afterward vp higher: but there is
537No danger in what shew of death it makes,
538More then the locking vp the Spirits a time,
539To be more fresh, reuiuing. She is fool'd
541So to be false with her.
543Vntill I send for thee.
546Dost thou thinke in time
550Ile tell thee on the instant, thou art then
551As great as is thy Master: Greater, for
554Continue where he is: To shift his being,
555Is to exchange one misery with another,
556And euery day that comes, comes to decay
558To be depender on a thing that leanes?
559Who cannot be new built, nor ha's no Friends
560So much, as but to prop him? Thou tak'st vp
561Thou know'st not what: But take it for thy labour,
562It is a thing I made, which hath the King
563Fiue times redeem'd from death. I do not know
564What is more Cordiall. Nay, I prythee take it,
565It is an earnest of a farther good
566That I meane to thee. Tell thy Mistris how
568Thinke what a chance thou changest on, but thinke
570Who shall take notice of thee. Ile moue the King
574To loade thy merit richly. Call my women. Exit Pisa.
577And the Remembrancer of her, to hold
578The hand-fast to her Lord. I haue giuen him that,
579Which if he take, shall quite vnpeople her
580Of Leidgers for her Sweete: and which, she after
582To taste of too.
583Enter Pisanio, and Ladies.
584So, so: Well done, well done:
587Thinke on my words. Exit Qu. and Ladies
589But when to my good Lord, I proue vntrue,
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591Scena Septima.
592Enter Imogen alone.
594A Foolish Suitor to a Wedded-Lady,
595That hath her Husband banish'd: O, that Husband,
597Vexations of it. Had I bin Theefe-stolne,
602Enter Pisanio, and Iachimo.
603Pisa. Madam, a Noble Gentleman of Rome,
604Comes from my Lord with Letters.
605Iach. Change you, Madam:
607And greetes your Highnesse deerely.
608Imo. Thanks good Sir,
609You're kindly welcome.
612She is alone th' Arabian-Bird; and I
614Arme me Audacitie from head to foote,
617Imogen reads.
He is one of the Noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most in-
621So farre I reade aloud.
622But euen the very middle of my heart
624You are as welcome (worthy Sir) as I
626In all that I can do.
628What are men mad? Hath Nature giuen them eyes
629To see this vaulted Arch, and the rich Crop
631The firie Orbes aboue, and the twinn'd Stones
632Vpon the number'd Beach, and can we not
634Twixt faire, and foule?
635Imo. What makes your admiration?
637'Twixt two such She's, would chatter this way, and
638Contemne with mowes the other. Nor i'th' iudgment:
639For Idiots in this case of fauour, would
641Sluttery to such neate Excellence, oppos'd
643Not so allur'd to feed.
644Imo. What is the matter trow?
645Iach. The Cloyed will:
648Longs after for the Garbage.
649Imo. What, deere Sir,
650Thus rap's you? Are you well?
652Desire my Man's abode, where I did leaue him:
654Pisa. I was going Sir,
655To giue him welcome. Exit.
656Imo. Continues well my Lord?
657His health beseech you?
658Iach. Well, Madam.
662The Britaine Reueller.
663Imo. When he was heere
665Not knowiug why.
667There is a Frenchman his Companion, one
669A Gallian-Girle at home. He furnaces
670The thicke sighes from him; whiles the iolly Britaine,
671(Your Lord I meane) laughes from's free lungs: cries oh,
672Can my sides hold, to think that man who knowes
673By History, Report, or his owne proofe
676For assured bondage?
679It is a Recreation to be by
680And heare him mocke the Frenchman:
681But Heauen's know some men are much too blame.
682Imo. Not he I hope.
683Iach. Not he:
684But yet Heauen's bounty towards him, might
685Be vs'd more thankfully. In himselfe 'tis much;
686In you, which I account his beyond all Talents.
687Whil'st I am bound to wonder, I am bound
688To pitty too.
689Imo. What do you pitty Sir?
690Iach. Two Creatures heartyly.
691Imo. Am I one Sir?
692You looke on me: what wrack discerne you in me
693Deserues your pitty?
694Iach. Lamentable: what
695To hide me from the radiant Sun, and solace
697Imo. I pray you Sir,
699To my demands. Why do you pitty me?
700Iach. That others do,
701(I was about to say) enioy your--- but
702It is an office of the Gods to venge it,
703Not mine to speake on't.
705Something of me, or what concernes me; pray you
706Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more
707Then to be sure they do. For Certainties
708Either are past remedies; or timely knowing,
709The remedy then borne. Discouer to me
711Iach' Had I this cheeke
712To bathe my lips vpon: this hand, whose touch,
715Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
716Fiering it onely heere, should I (damn'd then)
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717Slauuer with lippes as common as the stayres
718That mount the Capitoll: Ioyne gripes, with hands
720With labour:) then by peeping in an eye
723That all the plagues of Hell should at one time
724Encounter such reuolt.
725Imo. My Lord, I feare
726Has forgot Brittaine.
728Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce
729The Beggery of his change: but 'tis your Graces'
731Charmes this report out.
732Imo. Let me heare no more.
734With pitty, that doth make me sicke. A Lady
735So faire, and fasten'd to an Emperie
736Would make the great'st King double, to be partner'd
737With Tomboyes hyr'd, with that selfe exhibition
739That play with all Infirmities for Gold,
742Or she that bore you, was no Queene, and you
743Recoyle from your great Stocke.
744Imo. Reueng'd:
745How should I be reueng'd? If this be true,
746(As I haue such a Heart, that both mine eares
748How should I be reueng'd?
749Iach. Should he make me
751Whiles he is vaulting variable Rampes
754More Noble then that runnagate to your bed,
759Imo. Away, I do condemne mine eares, that haue
760So long attended thee. If thou wert Honourable
761Thou would'st haue told this tale for Vertue, not
763Thou wrong'st a Gentleman, who is as farre
764From thy report, as thou from Honor: and
765Solicites heere a Lady, that disdaines
766Thee, and the Diuell alike. What hoa, Pisanio?
767The King my Father shall be made acquainted
769A sawcy Stranger in his Court, to Mart
770As in a Romish Stew, and to expound
771His beastly minde to vs; he hath a Court
772He little cares for, and a Daughter, who
775The credit that thy Lady hath of thee
778A Lady to the worthiest Sir, that euer
779Country call'd his; and you his Mistris, onely
782Were deeply rooted, and shall make your Lord,
783That which he is, new o're: And he is one
785That he enchants Societies into him:
786Halfe all men hearts are his.
787Imo. You make amends.
790More then a mortall seeming. Be not angrie
792To try your taking of a false report, which hath
793Honour'd with confirmation your great Iudgement,
795Which you know, cannot erre. The loue I beare him,
796Made me to fan you thus, but the Gods made you
798Imo. All's well Sir:
799Take my powre i'th' Court for yours.
802And yet of moment too, for it concernes:
803Your Lord, my selfe, and other Noble Friends
805Imo. Pray what is't?
806Iach. Some dozen Romanes of vs, and your Lord
808To buy a Present for the Emperor:
810In France: 'tis Plate of rare deuice, and Iewels
811Of rich, and exquisite forme, their valewes great,
814To take them in protection.
815Imo. Willingly:
817My Lord hath interest in them, I will keepe them
818In my Bed-chamber.
819Iach. They are in a Trunke
820Attended by my men: I will make bold
821To send them to you, onely for this night:
822I must aboord to morrow.
823Imo. O no, no.
825By length'ning my returne. From Gallia,
827To see your Grace.
828Imo. I thanke you for your paines:
829But not away to morrow.
832To greet your Lord with writing, doo't to night,
833I haue out-stood my time, which is materiall
835Imo. I will write:
837And truely yeelded you: you're very welcome. Exeunt.
838Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
839Enter Clotten, and the two Lords.
842dred pound on't: and then a whorson Iacke-an-Apes,
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8451. What got he by that? you haue broke his pate
846with your Bowle.
8472. If his wit had bin like him that broke it: it would
848haue run all out.
850not for any standers by to curtall his oathes. Ha?
8512. No my Lord; nor crop the eares of them.
853he had bin one of my Ranke.
856pox on't. I had rather not be so Noble as I am: they dare
858ther: euery Iacke-Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting,
859and I must go vp and downe like a Cock, that no body
860can match.
8612. You are Cocke and Capon too, and you crow
862Cock, with your combe on.
865Companion, that you giue offence too.
867offence to my inferiors.
8701. Did you heere of a Stranger that's come to Court
871night?
872Clot. A Stranger, and I not know on't?
8741. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of
875Leonatus Friends.
877whatsoeuer he be. Who told you of this Stranger?
880derogation in't?
8812. You cannot derogate my Lord.
884being foolish do not derogate.
886to day at Bowles, Ile winne to night of him. Come: go.
888That such a craftie Diuell as is his Mother
889Should yeild the world this Asse: A woman, that
890Beares all downe with her Braine, and this her Sonne,
891Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
892And leaue eighteene. Alas poore Princesse,
893Thou diuine Imogen, what thou endur'st,
894Betwixt a Father by thy Step-dame gouern'd,
895A Mother hourely coyning plots: A Wooer,
896More hatefull then the foule expulsion is
897Of thy deere Husband. Then that horrid Act
898Of the diuorce, heel'd make the Heauens hold firme
899The walls of thy deere Honour. Keepe vnshak'd
902Scena Secunda.
903Enter Imogen, in her Bed, and a Lady.
904Imo. Who's there? My woman: Helene?
906Imo. What houre is it?
908Imo. I haue read three houres then:
909Mine eyes are weake,
910Fold downe the leafe where I haue left: to bed.
911Take not away the Taper, leaue it burning:
913I prythee call me: Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly.
914To your protection I commend me, Gods,
915From Fayries, and the Tempters of the night,
917Iachimo from the Trunke.
921The Chastitie he wounded. Cytherea,
923And whiter then the Sheetes: that I might touch,
925How deerely they doo't: 'Tis her breathing that
926Perfumes the Chamber thus: the Flame o'th' Taper
927Bowes toward her, and would vnder-peepe her lids.
929Vnder these windowes, White and Azure lac'd
931To note the Chamber, I will write all downe,
933Th' adornement of her Bed; the Arras, Figures,
935Ah, but some naturall notes about her Body,
936Aboue ten thousand meaner Moueables
938O sleepe, thou Ape of death, lye dull vpon her,
939And be her Sense but as a Monument,
941As slippery as the Gordian-knot was hard.
942'Tis mine, and this will witnesse outwardly,
947Stronger then euer Law could make; this Secret
948Will force him thinke I haue pick'd the lock, and t'ane
949The treasure of her Honour. No more: to what end?
950Why should I write this downe, that's riueted,
951Screw'd to my memorie. She hath bin reading late,
953Where Philomele gaue vp. I haue enough,
955Swift, swift, you Dragons of the night, that dawning
956May beare the Rauens eye: I lodge in feare,
957Though this a heauenly Angell: hell is heere.
958Clocke strikes
959One, two, three: time, time. Exit.
960Scena Tertia.
961Enter Clotten, and Lords.
9651. But not euery man patient after the noble temper
967you winne.
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968Winning will put any man into courage: if I could get
970most morning, is't not?
9711 Day, my Lord.
974trate. Enter Musitians.
976gering, so: wee'l try with tongue too: if none will do, let
978lent good conceyted thing; after a wonderful sweet aire,
980der.
981SONG.
Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heauens gate sings,
984His Steeds to water at those Springs
985 on chalic'd Flowres that lyes:
986And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden eyes
989So, get you gone: if this pen trate, I will consider your
990Musicke the better: if it do not, it is a voyce in her eares
991which Horse-haires, and Calues-guts, nor the voyce of
992vnpaued Eunuch to boot, can neuer amed.
993Enter Cymbaline, and Queene.
9942 Heere comes the King.
997uice I haue done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Ma-
998iesty, and to my gracious Mother.
1000Will she not forth?
1002safes no notice.
1003Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new,
1004She hath not yet forgot him, some more time
1005Must weare the print of his remembrance on't,
1006And then she's yours.
1008Who let's go by no vantages, that may
1009Preferre you to his daughter: Frame your selfe
1010To orderly solicity, and be friended
1014You tender to her: that you in all obey her,
1020Cym. A worthy Fellow,
1021Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
1022But that's no fault of his: we must receyue him
1023According to the Honor of his Sender,
1025We must extend our notice: Our deere Sonne,
1026When you haue giuen good morning to your Mistris,
1027Attend the Queene, and vs, we shall haue neede
1028T' employ you towards this Romane.
1029Come our Queene. Exeunt.
1031Let her lye still, and dreame: by your leaue hoa,
1032I know her women are about her: what
1033If I do line one of their hands, 'tis Gold
1034Which buyes admittance (oft it doth) yea, and makes
1037Which makes the True-man kill'd, and saues the Theefe:
1038Nay, sometime hangs both Theefe, and True-man: what
1039Can it not do, and vndoo? I will make
1040One of her women Lawyer to me, for
1042By your leaue. Knockes.
1043Enter a Lady.
1044La. Who's there that knockes?
1045Clot. A Gentleman.
1046La. No more.
1047Clot. Yes, and a Gentlewomans Sonne.
1048La. That's more
1052La. I, to keepe her Chamber.
1053Clot. There is Gold for you,
1054Sell me your good report.
1055La. How, my good name? or to report of you
1057Enter Imogen.
1059Imo. Good morrow Sir, you lay out too much paines
1060For purchasing but trouble: the thankes I giue,
1061Is telling you that I am poore of thankes,
1066That I regard it not.
1072Should learne (being taught) forbearance.
1074I will not.
1075Imo. Fooles are not mad Folkes.
1076Clot. Do you call me Foole?
1077Imo. As I am mad, I do:
1078If you'l be patient, Ile no more be mad,
1079That cures vs both. I am much sorry (Sir)
1080You put me to forget a Ladies manners
1081By being so verball: and learne now, for all,
1082That I which know my heart, do heere pronounce
1083By th' very truth of it, I care not for you,
1084And am so neere the lacke of Charitie
1086You felt, then make't my boast.
1088Obedience, which you owe your Father, for
1092And though it be allowed in meaner parties
1093(Yet who then he more meane) to knit their soules
1094(On whom there is no more dependancie
1096Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement, by
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1098The precious note of it; with a base Slaue,
1099A Hilding for a Liuorie, a Squires Cloth,
1100A Pantler; not so eminent.
1101Imo. Prophane Fellow:
1102Wert thou the Sonne of Iupiter, and no more,
1104To be his Groome: thou wer't dignified enough
1105Euen to the point of Enuie. If 'twere made
1106Comparatiue for your Vertues, to be stil'd
1107The vnder Hangman of his Kingdome; and hated
1108For being prefer'd so well.
1109Clot. The South-Fog rot him.
1111To be but nam'd of thee. His mean'st Garment
1112That euer hath but clipt his body; is dearer
1115Enter Pisanio,
1116Clot. His Garments? Now the diuell.
1118Clot. His Garment?
1120Frighted, and angred worse: Go bid my woman
1121Search for a Iewell, that too casually
1122Hath left mine Arme: it was thy Masters. Shrew me
1123If I would loose it for a Reuenew,
1124Of any Kings in Europe. I do think,
1127I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord
1128That I kisse aught but he.
1131Clot. You haue abus'd me:
1132His meanest Garment?
1135Clot. I will enforme your Father.
1136Imo. Your Mother too:
1137She's my good Lady; and will concieue, I hope
1138But the worst of me. So I leaue your Sir,
1142Scena Quarta.
1143Enter Posthumus, and Philario.
1145To winne the King, as I am bold, her Honour
1146Will remaine her's.
1147Phil. What meanes do you make to him?
1148Post. Not any: but abide the change of Time,
1150That warmer dayes would come: In these fear'd hope
1151I barely gratifie your loue; they fayling
1152I must die much your debtor.
1154Ore-payes all I can do. By this your King,
1156Will do's Commission throughly. And I think
1158Or looke vpon our Romaines, whose remembrance
1159Is yet fresh in their griefe.
1160Post. I do beleeue
1161(Statist though I am none, nor like to be)
1162That this will proue a Warre; and you shall heare
1163The Legion now in Gallia, sooner landed
1164In our not-fearing-Britaine, then haue tydings
1165Of any penny Tribute paid. Our Countrymen
1167Smil'd at their lacke of skill, but found their courage
1168Worthy his frowning at. Their discipline,
1169(Now wing-led with their courages) will make knowne
1170To their Approuers, they are People, such
1171That mend vpon the world. Enter Iachimo.
1172Phi. See Iachimo.
1174And Windes of all the Corners kiss'd your Sailes,
1175To make your vessell nimble.
1176Phil. Welcome Sir.
1179Iachi. Your Lady,
1180Is one of the fayrest that I haue look'd vpon
1183And be false with them.
1184Iachi. Heere are Letters for you.
1186Iach. 'Tis very like.
1188When you were there?
1190But not approach'd.
1191Post. All is well yet,
1192Sparkles this Stone as it was wont, or is't not
1193Too dull for your good wearing?
1196Ile make a iourney twice as farre, t' enioy
1198Was mine in Britaine, for the Ring is wonne.
1199Post. The Stones too hard to come by.
1200Iach. Not a whit,
1202Post. Make note Sir
1203Your losse, your Sport: I hope you know that we
1204Must not continue Friends.
1206If you keepe Couenant: had I not brought
1207The knowledge of your Mistris home, I grant
1208We were to question farther; but I now
1210Together with your Ring; and not the wronger
1211Of her, or you hauing proceeded but
1212By both your willes.
1213Post. If you can mak't apparant
1214That yon haue tasted her in Bed; my hand,
1215And Ring is yours. If not, the foule opinion
1216You had of her pure Honour; gaines, or looses,
1220Being so nere the Truth, as I will make them,
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1224You neede it not.
1225Post. Proceed.
1228Had that was well worth watching) it was hang'd
1229With Tapistry of Silke, and Siluer, the Story
1230Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,
1232The presse of Boates, or Pride. A peece of Worke
1234In Workemanship, and Value, which I wonder'd
1236Since the true life on't was---
1237Post. This is true:
1238And this you might haue heard of heere, by me,
1239Or by some other.
1240Iach. More particulars
1243Or doe your Honour iniury.
1244Iach. The Chimney
1245Is South the Chamber, and the Chimney-peece
1247So likely to report themselues; the Cutter
1248Was as another Nature dumbe, out-went her,
1249Motion, and Breath left out.
1250Post. This is a thing
1251Which you might from Relation likewise reape,
1252Being, as it is, much spoke of.
1254With golden Cherubins is fretted. Her Andirons
1255(I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids
1256Of Siluer, each on one foote standing, nicely
1257Depending on their Brands.
1258Post. This is her Honor:
1260Be giuen to your remembrance) the description
1261Of what is in her Chamber, nothing saues
1262The wager you haue laid.
1263Iach. Then if you can
1264Be pale, I begge but leaue to ayre this Iewell: See,
1265And now 'tis vp againe: it must be married
1266To that your Diamond, Ile keepe them.
1267Post. Ioue----
1268Once more let me behold it: Is it that
1269Which I left with her?
1270Iach. Sir (I thanke her) that
1273And yet enrich'd it too: she gaue it me,
1276To send it me.
1278Post. O no, no, no, 'tis true. Heere, take this too,
1279It is a Basiliske vnto mine eye,
1280Killes me to looke on't: Let there be no Honor,
1281Where there is Beauty: Truth, where semblance: Loue,
1282Where there's another man. The Vowes of Women,
1283Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,
1284Then they are to their Vertues, which is nothing:
1286Phil. Haue patience Sir,
1287And take your Ring againe, 'tis not yet wonne:
1289Who knowes if one her women, being corrupted
1290Hath stolne it from her.
1291Post. Very true,
1292And so I hope he came by't: backe my Ring,
1294More euident then this: for this was stolne.
1295Iach. By Iupiter, I had it from her Arme.
1297'Tis true, nay keepe the Ring; 'tis true: I am sure
1298She would not loose it: her Attendants are
1300And by a Stranger? No, he hath enioy'd her,
1301The Cognisance of her incontinencie
1302Is this: she hath bought the name of Whore, thus deerly
1303There, take thy hyre, and all the Fiends of Hell
1304Diuide themselues betweene you.
1305Phil. Sir, be patient:
1306This is not strong enough to be beleeu'd
1307Of one perswaded well of.
1308Post. Neuer talke on't:
1309She hath bin colted by him.
1312(Worthy her pressing) lyes a Mole, right proud
1313Of that most delicate Lodging. By my life
1315To feede againe, though full. You do remember
1316This staine vpon her?
1318Another staine, as bigge as Hell can hold,
1319Were there no more but it.
1320Iach. Will you heare more?
1321Post. Spare your Arethmaticke,
1322Neuer count the Turnes: Once, and a Million.
1325If you will sweare you haue not done't, you lye,
1326And I will kill thee, if thou do'st deny
1327Thou'st made me Cuckold.
1328Iach. Ile deny nothing.
1329Post. O that I had her heere, to teare her Limb-meale:
1330I will go there and doo't, i'th' Court, before
1333The gouernment of Patience. You haue wonne:
1334Let's follow him, and peruert the present wrath
1337Enter Posthumus.
1338Post. Is there no way for Men to be, but Women
1340And that most venerable man, which I
1341Did call my Father, was, I know not where
1342When I was stampt. Some Coyner with his Tooles
1343Made me a counterfeit: yet my Mother seem'd
1344The Dian of that time: so doth my Wife
1345The Non-pareill of this. Oh Vengeance, Vengeance!
1347And pray'd me oft forbearance: did it with
1349Might well haue warm'd olde Saturne;
1350That I thought her
1351As Chaste, as vn-Sunn'd Snow. Oh, all the Diuels!
1352This yellow Iachimo in an houre, was't not?
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380The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
1354Like a full Acorn'd Boare, a Iarmen on,
1355Cry'de oh, and mounted; found no opposition
1357Should from encounter guard. Could I finde out
1358The Womans part in me, for there's no motion
1359That tends to vice in man, but I affirme
1360It is the Womans part: be it Lying, note it,
1361The womans: Flattering, hers; Deceiuing, hers:
1362Lust, and ranke thoughts, hers, hers: Reuenges hers:
1363Ambitions, Couetings, change of Prides, Disdaine,
1364Nice-longing, Slanders, Mutability;
1365All Faults that name, nay, that Hell knowes,
1366Why hers, in part, or all: but rather all. For euen to Vice
1368One Vice, but of a minute old, for one
1371In a true Hate, to pray they haue their will:
1372The very Diuels cannot plague them better. Exit.
1373Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
1374Enter in State, Cymbeline, Queene, Clotten, and Lords at
1375one doore, and at another, Caius, Lucius;
1376and Attendants.
1379Liues in mens eyes, and will to Eares and Tongues
1380Be Theame, and hearing euer) was in this Britain,
1381And Conquer'd it, Cassibulan thine Vnkle
1383Then in his Feats deseruing it) for him,
1384And his Succession, granted Rome a Tribute,
1385Yeerely three thousand pounds; which (by thee) lately
1386Is left vntender'd.
1387Qu. And to kill the meruaile,
1388Shall be so euer.
1391By it selfe, and we will nothing pay
1392For wearing our owne Noses.
1393Qu. That opportunity
1394Which then they had to take from's, to resume
1395We haue againe. Remember Sir, my Liege,
1396The Kings your Ancestors, together with
1398As Neptunes Parke, ribb'd, and pal'd in
1399With Oakes vnskaleable, and roaring Waters,
1400With Sands that will not beare your Enemies Boates,
1403Of Came, and Saw, and Ouer-came: with shame
1406(Poore ignorant Baubles) on our terrible Seas
1407Like Egge-shels mou'd vpon their Surges, crack'd
1409The fam'd Cassibulan, who was once at point
1411Made Luds-Towne with reioycing-Fires bright,
1412And Britaines strut with Courage.
1413Clot. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid: our
1414Kingdome is stronger then it was at that time: and (as I
1417Cym. Son, let your Mother end.
1418Clot. We haue yet many among vs, can gripe as hard
1421can hide the Sun from vs with a Blanket, or put the Moon
1422in his pocket, we will pay him Tribute for light: else Sir,
1423no more Tribute, pray you now.
1425Till the iniurious Romans, did extort
1430Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
1435Shall (by the power we hold) be our good deed,
1436Tho Rome be therfore angry. Mulmutius made our lawes
1438His browes within a golden Crowne, and call'd
1439Himselfe a King.
1444Receyue it from me then. Warre, and Confusion
1447I thanke thee for my selfe.
1450Much vnder him; of him, I gather'd Honour,
1451Which he, to seeke of me againe, perforce,
1452Behooues me keepe at vtterance. I am perfect,
1453That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for
1454Their Liberties are now in Armes: a President
1455Which not to reade, would shew the Britaines cold:
1461water-Girdle: if you beate vs out of it, it is yours: if you
1462fall in the aduenture, our Crowes shall fare the better for
1463you: and there's an end.
1466All the Remaine, is welcome. Exeunt.
1467Scena Secunda.
1468Enter Pisanio reading of a Letter.
1469Pis. How? of Adultery? Wherefore write you not
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1472Is falne into thy eare? What false Italian,
1473(As poysonous tongu'd, as handed) hath preuail'd
1474On thy too ready hearing? Disloyall? No.
1475She's punish'd for her Truth; and vndergoes
1478Thy mind to her, is now as lowe, as were
1479Thy Fortunes. How? That I should murther her,
1480Vpon the Loue, and Truth, and Vowes; which I
1481Haue made to thy command? I her? Her blood?
1483Let me be counted seruiceable. How looke I,
1485So much as this Fact comes to? Doo't: The Letter.
1486That I haue sent her, by her owne command,
1487Shall giue thee opportunitie. Oh damn'd paper,
1490So Virgin-like without? Loe here she comes.
1491Enter Imogen.
1492I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
1494Pis. Madam, heere is a Letter from my Lord.
1496Oh, learn'd indeed were that Astronomer
1497That knew the Starres, as I his Characters,
1498Heel'd lay the Future open. You good Gods,
1499Let what is heere contain'd, rellish of Loue,
1500Of my Lords health, of his content: yet not
1501That we two are asunder, let that grieue him;
1502Some griefes are medcinable, that is one of them,
1503For it doth physicke Loue, of his content,
1504All but in that. Good Wax, thy leaue: blest be
1506And men in dangerous Bondes pray not alike,
1508You claspe young Cupids Tables: good Newes Gods.
IVstice and your Fathers wrath (should he take me in his
1511rest of Creatures) would euen renew me with your eyes. Take
1512notice that I am in Cambria at Milford-Hauen: what your
1517He is at Milford-Hauen: Read, and tell me
1518How farre 'tis thither. If one of meane affaires
1519May plod it in a weeke, why may not I
1520Glide thither in a day? Then true Pisanio,
1522(Oh let me bate) but not like me: yet long'st
1523But in a fainter kinde. Oh not like me:
1528Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
1530How we may steale from hence: and for the gap
1531That we shall make in Time, from our hence-going,
1534Weele talke of that heereafter. Prythee speake,
1535How many store of Miles may we well rid
1536Twixt houre, and houre?
1538Madam's enough for you: and too much too.
1539Imo. Why, one that rode to's Execution Man,
1541Where Horses haue bin nimbler then the Sands
1542That run i'th' Clocks behalfe. But this is Foolrie,
1544She'le home to her Father; and prouide me presently
1546A Franklins Huswife.
1549Nor what ensues but haue a Fog in them
1550That I cannot looke through. Away, I prythee,
1551Do as I bid thee: There's no more to say:
1553Scena Tertia.
1554Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Aruiragus.
1556Whose Roofe's as lowe as ours: Sleepe Boyes, this gate
1558To a mornings holy office. The Gates of Monarches
1559Are Arch'd so high, that Giants may iet through
1560And keepe their impious Turbonds on, without
1561Good morrow to the Sun. Haile thou faire Heauen,
1563As prouder liuers do.
1564Guid. Haile Heauen.
1565Aruir. Haile Heauen.
1568When you aboue perceiue me like a Crow,
1570And you may then reuolue what Tales, I haue told you,
1571Of Courts, of Princes; of the Tricks in Warre.
1572This Seruice, is not Seruice; so being done,
1573But being so allowed. To apprehend thus,
1577Then is the full-wing'd Eagle. Oh this life,
1578Is Nobler, then attending for a checke:
1579Richer, then doing nothing for a Babe:
1580Prouder, then rustling in vnpayd-for Silke:
1581Such gaine the Cap of him, that makes him fine,
1582Yet keepes his Booke vncros'd: no life to ours.
1585What Ayre's from home. Hap'ly this life is best,
1589A Cell of Ignorance: trauailing a bed,
1590A Prison, or a Debtor, that not dares
1591To stride a limit.
1593When we are old as you? When we shall heare
1594The Raine and winde beate darke December? How
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1596The freezing houres away? We haue seene nothing:
1598Like warlike as the Wolfe, for what we eate:
1599Our Valour is to chace what flyes: Our Cage
1600We make a Quire, as doth the prison'd Bird,
1601And sing our Bondage freely.
1603Did you but know the Citties Vsuries,
1604And felt them knowingly: the Art o'th' Court,
1605As hard to leaue, as keepe: whose top to climbe
1607The feare's as bad as falling. The toyle o'th' Warre,
1610And hath as oft a sland'rous Epitaph,
1611As Record of faire Act. Nay, many times
1614The World may reade in me: My bodie's mark'd
1615With Roman Swords; and my report, was once
1617And when a Souldier was the Theame, my name
1618Was not farre off: then was I as a Tree
1619Whose boughes did bend with fruit. But in one night,
1620A Storme, or Robbery (call it what you will)
1621Shooke downe my mellow hangings: nay my Leaues,
1622And left me bare to weather.
1623Gui. Vncertaine fauour.
1624Bel. My fault being nothing (as I haue told you oft)
1627I was Confederate with the Romanes: so
1628Followed my Banishment, and this twenty yeeres,
1630Where I haue liu'd at honest freedome, payed
1631More pious debts to Heauen, then in all
1632The fore-end of my time. But, vp to'th' Mountaines,
1633This is not Hunters Language; he that strikes
1636And we will feare no poyson, which attends
1637In place of greater State:
1638Ile meete you in the Valleyes. Exeunt.
1639How hard it is to hide the sparkes of Nature?
1641Nor Cymbeline dreames that they are aliue.
1642They thinke they are mine,
1643And though train'd vp thus meanely
1644I'th' Caue, whereon the Bowe their thoughts do hit,
1645The Roofes of Palaces, and Nature prompts them
1646In simple and lowe things, to Prince it, much
1647Beyond the tricke of others. This Paladour,
1648The heyre of Cymbeline and Britaine, who
1649The King his Father call'd Guiderius. Ioue,
1652Into my Story: say thus mine Enemy fell,
1653And thus I set my foote on's necke, euen then
1656That acts my words. The yonger Brother Cadwall,
1659His owne conceyuing. Hearke, the Game is rows'd,
1660Oh Cymbeline, Heauen and my Conscience knowes
1663Thinking to barre thee of Succession, as
1664Thou refts me of my Lands. Euriphile,
1665Thou was't their Nurse, they took thee for their mother,
1666And euery day do honor to her graue:
1668They take for Naturall Father. The Game is vp. Exit.
1669Scena Quarta.
1670Enter Pisanio and Imogen.
1672Was neere at hand: Ne're long'd my Mother so
1676From th' inward of thee? One, but painted thus
1677Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
1681Why tender'st thou that Paper to me, with
1682A looke vntender? If't be Summer Newes
1683Smile too't before: if Winterly, thou need'st
1684But keepe that count'nance stil. My Husbands hand?
1685That Drug-damn'd Italy, hath out-craftied him,
1686And hee's at some hard point. Speake man, thy Tongue
1688Would be euen mortall to me.
1692Imogen reades.
THy Mistris (Pisanio) hath plaide the Strumpet in my
1696greefe, and as certaine as I expect my Reuenge. That part, thou
1698breach of hers; let thine owne hands take away her life: I shall
1699giue thee opportunity at Milford Hauen. She hath my Letter
1701certaine it is done, thou art the Pander to her dishonour, and
1702equally to me disloyall.
1704Hath cut her throat alreadie? No, 'tis Slander,
1706Out-venomes all the Wormes of Nyle, whose breath
1707Rides on the posting windes, and doth belye
1708All corners of the World. Kings, Queenes, and States,
1709Maides, Matrons, nay the Secrets of the Graue
1710This viperous slander enters. What cheere, Madam?
1712To lye in watch there, and to thinke on him?
1713To weepe 'twixt clock and clock? If sleep charge Nature,
1714To breake it with a fearfull dreame of him,
1716Pisa. Alas good Lady.
1719Thou then look'dst like a Villaine: now, me thinkes
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1720Thy fauours good enough. Some Iay of Italy
1721(Whose mother was her painting) hath betraid him:
1723And for I am richer then to hang by th' walles,
1724I must be ript: To peeces with me: Oh!
1725Mens Vowes are womens Traitors. All good seeming
1726By thy reuolt (oh Husband) shall be thought
1727Put on for Villainy; not borne where't growes,
1728But worne a Baite for Ladies.
1729Pisa. Good Madam, heare me.
1731Were in his time thought false: and Synons weeping
1732Did scandall many a holy teare: tooke pitty
1734Wilt lay the Leauen on all proper men;
1736From thy great faile: Come Fellow, be thou honest,
1738A little witnesse my obedience. Looke
1739I draw the Sword my selfe, take it, and hit
1740The innocent Mansion of my Loue (my Heart:)
1741Feare not, 'tis empty of all things, but Greefe:
1742Thy Master is not there, who was indeede
1743The riches of it. Do his bidding, strike,
1747Thou shalt not damne my hand.
1749And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
1751There is a prohibition so Diuine,
1752That crauens my weake hand: Come, heere's my heart:
1753Something's a-foot: Soft, soft, wee'l no defence,
1754Obedient as the Scabbard. What is heere,
1755The Scriptures of the Loyall Leonatus,
1756All turn'd to Heresie? Away, away
1757Corrupters of my Faith, you shall no more
1758Be Stomachers to my heart: thus may poore Fooles
1763My Father, and makes me put into contempt the suites
1768That now thou tyrest on, how thy memory
1769Will then be pang'd by me. Prythee dispatch,
1770The Lambe entreats the Butcher. Wher's thy knife?
1772When I desire it too.
1773Pis. Oh gracious Lady:
1775I haue not slept one winke.
1776Imo. Doo't, and to bed then.
1778Imo. Wherefore then
1780So many Miles, with a pretence? This place?
1782The Time inuiting thee? The perturb'd Court
1783For my being absent? whereunto I neuer
1787Pis. But to win time
1790Heare me with patience.
1792I haue heard I am a Strumpet, and mine eare
1794Nor tent, to bottome that. But speake.
1795Pis. Then Madam,
1796I thought you would not backe againe.
1798Bringing me heere to kill me.
1801My purpose would proue well: it cannot be,
1802But that my Master is abus'd. Some Villaine,
1803I, and singular in his Art, hath done you both
1804This cursed iniurie.
1805Imo. Some Roman Curtezan?
1806Pisa. No, on my life:
1807Ile giue but notice you are dead, and send him
1808Some bloody signe of it. For 'tis commanded
1810And that will well confirme it.
1811Imo. Why good Fellow,
1812What shall I do the while? Where bide? How liue?
1813Or in my life, what comfort, when I am
1814Dead to my Husband?
1816Imo. No Court, no Father, nor no more adoe
1819As fearefull as a Siege.
1820Pis. If not at Court,
1821Then not in Britaine must you bide.
1822Imo. Where then?
1823Hath Britaine all the Sunne that shines? Day? Night?
1824Are they not but in Britaine? I'th' worlds Volume
1825Our Britaine seemes as of it, but not in't:
1826In a great Poole, a Swannes-nest, prythee thinke
1827There's liuers out of Britaine.
1830Lucius the Romane comes to Milford-Hauen
1831To morrow. Now, if you could weare a minde
1835Pretty, and full of view: yea, happily, neere
1838Report should render him hourely to your eare,
1839As truely as he mooues.
1841Though perill to my modestie, not death on't
1842I would aduenture.
1843Pis. Well then, heere's the point:
1844You must forget to be a Woman: change
1845Command, into obedience. Feare, and Nicenesse
1846(The Handmaides of all Women, or more truely
1849As quarrellous as the Weazell: Nay, you must
1851Exposing it (but oh the harder heart,
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384The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
1852Alacke no remedy) to the greedy touch
1853Of common-kissing Titan: and forget
1854Your laboursome and dainty Trimmes, wherein
1855You made great Iuno angry.
1856Imo. Nay be breefe?
1858A man already.
1860Fore-thinking this. I haue already fit
1861('Tis in my Cloake-bagge) Doublet, Hat, Hose, all
1863(And with what imitation you can borrow
1866Wherein you're happy; which will make him know,
1868With ioy he will imbrace you: for hee's Honourable,
1869And doubling that, most holy. Your meanes abroad:
1870You haue me rich, and I will neuer faile
1871Beginning, nor supplyment.
1872Imo. Thou art all the comfort
1873The Gods will diet me with. Prythee away,
1874There's more to be consider'd: but wee'l euen
1875All that good time will giue vs. This attempt,
1876I am Souldier too, and will abide it with
1877A Princes Courage. Away, I prythee.
1880Your carriage from the Court. My Noble Mistris,
1881Heere is a boxe, I had it from the Queene,
1882What's in't is precious: If you are sicke at Sea,
1883Or Stomacke-qualm'd at Land, a Dramme of this
1885And fit you to your Manhood: may the Gods
1888Scena Quinta.
1889Enter Cymbeline, Queene, Cloten, Lucius,
1890and Lords.
1892Luc. Thankes, Royall Sir:
1893My Emperor hath wrote, I must from hence,
1895My Masters Enemy.
1897Will not endure his yoake; and for our selfe
1899Appeare vn-Kinglike.
1901A Conduct ouer Land, to Milford-Hauen.
1902Madam, all ioy befall your Grace, and you.
1904The due of Honor, in no point omit:
1905So farewell Noble Lucius.
1906Luc. Your hand, my Lord.
1907Clot. Receiue it friendly: but from this time forth
1908I weare it as your Enemy.
1909Luc. Sir, the Euent
1910Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well.
1913Qu. He goes hence frowning: but it honours vs
1914That we haue giuen him cause.
1915Clot. 'Tis all the better,
1916Your valiant Britaines haue their wishes in it.
1918How it goes heere. It fits vs therefore ripely
1920The Powres that he already hath in Gallia
1921Will soone be drawne to head, from whence he moues
1922His warre for Britaine.
1926Hath made vs forward. But my gentle Queene,
1927Where is our Daughter? She hath not appear'd
1928Before the Roman, nor to vs hath tender'd
1929The duty of the day. She looke vs like
1930A thing more made of malice, then of duty,
1931We haue noted it. Call her before vs, for
1933Qu. Royall Sir,
1935Hath her life bin: the Cure whereof, my Lord,
1938So tender of rebukes, that words are stroke;,
1939And strokes death to her.
1940Enter a Messenger.
1942Can her contempt be answer'd?
1944Her Chambers are all lock'd, and there's no answer
1949She should that dutie leaue vnpaide to you
1951She wish'd me to make knowne: but our great Court
1952Made me too blame in memory.
1953Cym. Her doores lock'd?
1954Not seene of late? Grant Heauens, that which I
1959Qu. Go, looke after:
1961He hath a Drugge of mine: I pray, his absence
1962Proceed by swallowing that. For he beleeues
1963It is a thing most precious. But for her,
1967To death, or to dishonor, and my end
1968Can make good vse of either. Shee being downe,
1969I haue the placing of the Brittish Crowne.
1970Enter Cloten.
1971How now, my Sonne?
1973Go in and cheere the King, he rages, none
1974Dare come about him.
1975Qu. All the better: may
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1979Then Lady, Ladies, Woman, from euery one
1981Out-selles them all. I loue her therefore, but
1982Disdaining me, and throwing Fauours on
1984That what's else rare, is choak'd: and in that point
1985I will conclude to hate her, nay indeede,
1986To be reueng'd vpon her. For, when Fooles shall---
1987Enter Pisanio.
1988Who is heere? What, are you packing sirrah?
1989Come hither: Ah you precious Pandar, Villaine,
1990Where is thy Lady? In a word, or else
1991Thou art straightway with the Fiends.
1992Pis. Oh, good my Lord.
1993Clo. Where is thy Lady? Or, by Iupiter,
1994I will not aske againe. Close Villaine,
1995Ile haue this Secret from thy heart, or rip
1998A dram of worth be drawne.
1999Pis. Alas, my Lord,
2001He is in Rome.
2004What is become of her?
2005Pis. Oh, my all-worthy Lord.
2006Clo. All-worthy Villaine,
2008At the next word: no more of worthy Lord:
2010Thy condemnation, and thy death.
2011Pis. Then Sir:
2012This Paper is the historie of my knowledge
2013Touching her flight.
2017She's farre enough, and what he learnes by this,
2018May proue his trauell, not her danger.
2019Clo. Humh.
2022Clot. Sirra, is this Letter true?
2023Pis. Sir, as I thinke.
2028bid thee do to performe it, directly and truely, I would
2030my meanes for thy releefe, nor my voyce for thy prefer-
2031ment.
2032Pis. Well, my good Lord.
2036tude, but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serue
2037mee?
2038Pis. Sir, I will.
2042Suite he wore, when he tooke leaue of my Ladie & Mi-
2047Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Hauen: (I forgot to aske
2048him one thing, Ile remember't anon:) euen there, thou
2051of it, I now belch from my heart) that shee held the very
2053and naturall person; together with the adornement of
2054my Qualities. With that Suite vpon my backe wil I ra-
2056my valour, which wil then be a torment to hir contempt.
2058dead bodie, and when my Lust hath dined (which, as I
2060prais'd:) to the Court Ile knock her backe, foot her home
2061againe. She hath despis'd mee reioycingly, and Ile bee
2062merry in my Reuenge.
2063Enter Pisanio.
2064Be those the Garments?
2065Pis. I, my Noble Lord.
2068Clo. Bring this Apparrell to my Chamber, that is
2069the second thing that I haue commanded thee. The third
2070is, that thou wilt be a voluntarie Mute to my designe. Be
2072thee. My Reuenge is now at Milford, would I had wings
2073to follow it. Come, and be true. Exit
2075Were to proue false, which I will neuer bee
2076To him that is most true. To Milford go,
2080Scena Sexta.
2081Enter Imogen alone.
2083I haue tyr'd my selfe: and for two nights together
2085But that my resolution helpes me: Milford,
2087Thou was't within a kenne. Oh Ioue, I thinke
2089Where they should be releeu'd. Two Beggers told me,
2090I could not misse my way. Will poore Folkes lye
2092A punishment, or Triall? Yes; no wonder,
2095Is worse in Kings, then Beggers. My deere Lord,
2097My hunger's gone; but euen before, I was
2098At point to sinke, for Food. But what is this?
2100I were best not call; I dare not call: yet Famine
2101Ere cleane it o're-throw Nature, makes it valiant.
2102Plentie, and Peace breeds Cowards: Hardnesse euer
2103Of Hardinesse is Mother. Hoa? who's heere?
Take,
386The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
2105Take, or lend. Hoa? No answer? Then Ile enter.
2106Best draw my Sword; and if mine Enemy
2108Such a Foe, good Heauens. Exit.
2109Scena Septima.
2110Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Aruiragus.
2113Will play the Cooke, and Seruant, 'tis our match:
2115But for the end it workes too. Come, our stomackes
2118Findes the Downe-pillow hard. Now peace be heere,
2120Gui. I am throughly weary.
2123Whil'st what we haue kill'd, be Cook'd.
2124Bel. Stay, come not in:
2126Heere were a Faiery.
2127Gui. What's the matter, Sir?
2128Bel. By Iupiter an Angell: or if not
2129An earthly Paragon. Behold Diuinenesse
2130No elder then a Boy.
2131Enter Imogen.
2133Before I enter'd heere, I call'd, and thought
2134To haue begg'd, or bought, what I haue took: good troth
2135I haue stolne nought, nor would not, though I had found
2138As I had made my Meale; and parted
2139With Pray'rs for the Prouider.
2140Gui. Money? Youth.
2141Aru. All Gold and Siluer rather turne to durt,
2142As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
2143Who worship durty Gods.
2145Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
2146Haue dyed, had I not made it.
2147Bel. Whether bound?
2148Imo. To Milford-Hauen.
2149Bel. What's your name?
2151Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford,
2153I am falne in this offence.
2154Bel. Prythee (faire youth)
2155Thinke vs no Churles: nor measure our good mindes
2156By this rude place we liue in. Well encounter'd,
2158Ere you depart; and thankes to stay, and eate it:
2159Boyes, bid him welcome.
2160Gui. Were you a woman, youth,
2162I bid for you, as I do buy.
2163Arui. Ile make't my Comfort
2164He is a man, Ile loue him as my Brother:
2165And such a welcome as I'ld giue to him
2169If Brothers: would it had bin so, that they
2170Had bin my Fathers Sonnes, then had my prize
2174Gui. Would I could free't.
2175Arui. Or I, what ere it be,
2176What paine it cost, what danger: Gods!
2177Bel. Hearke Boyes.
2178Imo. Great men
2179That had a Court no bigger then this Caue,
2180That did attend themselues, and had the vertue
2182That nothing-guift of differing Multitudes
2183Could not out-peere these twaine. Pardon me Gods,
2184I'ld change my sexe to be Companion with them,
2187Boyes wee'l go dresse our Hunt. Faire youth come in;
2189Wee'l mannerly demand thee of thy Story,
2190So farre as thou wilt speake it.
2191Gui. Pray draw neere.
2194Imo. Thankes Sir.
2196Scena Octaua.
2197Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes.
21981. Sen. This is the tenor of the Emperors Writ;
2200'Gainst the Pannonians, and Dalmatians,
2201And that the Legions now in Gallia, are
2202Full weake to vndertake our Warres against
2203The falne-off Britaines, that we do incite
2206For this immediate Leuy, he commands
22092. Sen. I.
2210Tri. Remaining now in Gallia?
2212Which I haue spoke of, whereunto your leuie
2214Will tye you to the numbers, and the time
2215Of their dispatch.
2217Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
2218Enter Clotten alone.
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2226and his Glasse, to confer in his owne Chamber; I meane,
2227the Lines of my body are as well drawne as his; no lesse
2229yond him in the aduantage of the time, aboue him in
2232Thing loues him in my despight. What Mortalitie is?
2235forced, thy Garments cut to peeces before thy face: and
2236all this done, spurne her home to her Father, who may
2241hand: This is the very description of their meeting place
2242and the Fellow dares not deceiue me. Exit.
2243Scena Secunda.
2244Enter Belarius, Guiderius, Aruiragus, and
2245Imogen from the Caue.
2246Bel. You are not well: Remaine heere in the Caue,
2247Wee'l come to you after Hunting.
2249Are we not Brothers?
2251But Clay and Clay, differs in dignitie,
2253Gui. Go you to Hunting, Ile abide with him.
2255But not so Citizen a wanton, as
2258Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
2259Cannot amend me. Society, is no comfort
2262Ile rob none but my selfe, and let me dye
2263Stealing so poorely.
2265How much the quantity, the waight as much,
2266As I do loue my Father.
2267Bel. What? How? how?
2269In my good Brothers fault: I know not why
2270I loue this youth, and I haue heard you say,
2273My Father, not this youth.
2276"Cowards father Cowards, & Base things Syre Bace;
2277"Nature hath Meale, and Bran; Contempt, and Grace.
2278I'me not their Father, yet who this should bee,
2279Doth myracle it selfe, lou'd before mee.
2280'Tis the ninth houre o'th' Morne.
2281Arui. Brother, farewell.
2285Gods, what lyes I haue heard:
2291Ile now taste of thy Drugge.
2293He said he was gentle, but vnfortunate;
2296I might know more.
2298Wee'l leaue you for this time, go in, and rest.
2299Arui. Wee'l not be long away.
2302Imo. Well, or ill,
2303I am bound to you. Exit.
2306Good Ancestors.
2308Gui. But his neate Cookerie?
2311And he her Dieter.
2312Arui. Nobly he yoakes
2314Was that it was, for not being such a Smile:
2315The Smile, mocking the Sigh, that it would flye
2316From so diuine a Temple, to commix
2317With windes, that Saylors raile at.
2318Gui. I do note,
2319That greefe and patience rooted in them both,
2320Mingle their spurres together.
2321Arui. Grow patient,
2322And let the stinking-Elder (Greefe) vntwine
2324Bel. It is great morning. Come away: Who's there?
2325Enter Cloten.
2327Hath mock'd me. I am faint.
2329Meanes he not vs? I partly know him, 'tis
2332I know 'tis he: We are held as Out-Lawes: Hence.
2334What Companies are neere: pray you away,
2335Let me alone with him.
2336Clot. Soft, what are you
2337That flye me thus? Some villaine-Mountainers?
2338I haue heard of such. What Slaue art thou?
2339Gui. A thing
2341A Slaue without a knocke.
2342Clot. Thou art a Robber,
2343A Law-breaker, a Villaine: yeeld thee Theefe.
2344Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou? Haue not I
2345An arme as bigge as thine? A heart, as bigge:
2346Thy words I grant are bigger: for I weare not
2347My Dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art:
Why
388The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
2348Why I should yeeld to thee?
2350Know'st me not by my Cloathes?
2352Who is thy Grandfather? He made those cloathes,
2353Which (as it seemes) make thee.
2354Clo. Thou precious Varlet,
2355My Taylor made them not.
2356Gui. Hence then, and thanke
2357The man that gaue them thee. Thou art some Foole,
2358I am loath to beate thee.
2359Clot. Thou iniurious Theefe,
2360Heare but my name, and tremble.
2361Gui. What's thy name?
2362Clo. Cloten, thou Villaine.
2363Gui. Cloten, thou double Villaine be thy name,
2364I cannot tremble at it, were it Toad, or Adder, Spider,
2365'Twould moue me sooner.
2366Clot. To thy further feare,
2368I am Sonne to'th' Queene.
2370So worthy as thy Birth.
2371Clot. Art not afeard?
2373At Fooles I laugh: not feare them.
2374Clot. Dye the death:
2375When I haue slaine thee with my proper hand,
2377And on the Gates of Luds-Towne set your heads:
2379Enter Belarius and Aruiragus.
2380Bel. No Companie's abroad?
2383But Time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of Fauour
2384Which then he wore: the snatches in his voice,
2386'Twas very Cloten.
2387Arui. In this place we left them;
2388I wish my Brother make good time with him,
2391I meane to man; he had not apprehension
2392Of roaring terrors: For defect of iudgement
2393Is oft the cause of Feare.
2394Enter Guiderius.
2395But see thy Brother.
2397There was no money in't: Not Hercules
2398Could haue knock'd out his Braines, for he had none:
2399Yet I not doing this, the Foole had borne
2400My head, as I do his.
2403Sonne to the Queene (after his owne report)
2404Who call'd me Traitor, Mountaineer, and swore
2405With his owne single hand heel'd take vs in,
2406Displace our heads, where (thanks the Gods) they grow
2407And set them on Luds-Towne.
2408Bel. We are all vndone.
2410But that he swore to take our Liues? the Law
2413Play Iudge, and Executioner, all himselfe?
2414For we do feare the Law. What company
2415Discouer you abroad?
2419Was nothing but mutation, I, and that
2420From one bad thing to worse: Not Frenzie,
2422To bring him heere alone: although perhaps
2423It may be heard at Court, that such as wee
2424Caue heere, hunt heere, are Out-lawes, and in time
2426(As it is like him) might breake out, and sweare
2427Heel'd fetch vs in, yet is't not probable
2428To come alone, either he so vndertaking,
2430If we do feare this Body hath a taile
2431More perillous then the head.
2432Arui. Let Ord'nance
2434My Brother hath done well.
2435Bel. I had no minde
2437Did make my way long forth.
2438Gui. With his owne Sword,
2439Which he did waue against my throat, I haue tane
2440His head from him: Ile throw't into the Creeke
2441Behinde our Rocke, and let it to the Sea,
2442And tell the Fishes, hee's the Queenes Sonne, Cloten,
2443That's all I reake. Exit.
2444Bel. I feare 'twill be reueng'd:
2445Would (Polidore) thou had'st not done't: though valour
2446Becomes thee well enough.
2447Arui. Would I had done't:
2448So the Reuenge alone pursu'de me: Polidore
2449I loue thee brotherly, but enuy much
2450Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would Reuenges
2452And put vs to our answer.
2453Bel. Well, 'tis done:
2454Wee'l hunt no more to day, nor seeke for danger
2455Where there's no profit. I prythee to our Rocke,
2456You and Fidele play the Cookes: Ile stay
2457Till hasty Polidore returne, and bring him
2458To dinner presently.
2460Ile willingly to him, to gaine his colour,
2465In these two Princely Boyes: they are as gentle
2466As Zephires blowing below the Violet,
2467Not wagging his sweet head; and yet, as rough
2468(Their Royall blood enchaf'd) as the rud'st winde,
2469That by the top doth take the Mountaine Pine,
2472To Royalty vnlearn'd, Honor vntaught,
2473Ciuility not seene from other: valour
2474That wildely growes in them, but yeelds a crop
2476What Clotens being heere to vs portends,
2477Or what his death will bring vs.
2478Enter Guidereus.
2479Gui. Where's my Brother?
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2482For his returne. Solemn Musick.
2485Hath Cadwal now to giue it motion? Hearke.
2486Gui. Is he at home?
2487Bel. He went hence euen now.
2488Gui. What does he meane?
2489Since death of my deer'st Mother
2492Triumphes for nothing, and lamenting Toyes,
2493Is iollity for Apes, and greefe for Boyes.
2494Is Cadwall mad?
2495Enter Aruiragus, with Imogen dead, bearing
2496her in his Armes.
2497Bel. Looke, heere he comes,
2498And brings the dire occasion in his Armes,
2499Of what we blame him for.
2500Arui. The Bird is dead
2501That we haue made so much on. I had rather
2503To haue turn'd my leaping time into a Crutch,
2504Then haue seene this.
2506My Brother weares thee not the one halfe so well,
2508Bel. Oh Melancholly,
2509Who euer yet could sound thy bottome? Finde
2512Ioue knowes what man thou might'st haue made: but I,
2514How found you him?
2517Not as deaths dart being laugh'd at: his right Cheeke
2519Gui. Where?
2521His armes thus leagu'd, I thought he slept, and put
2525If he be gone, hee'l make his Graue, a Bed:
2526With female Fayries will his Tombe be haunted,
2527And Wormes will not come to thee.
2531The Flower that's like thy face. Pale-Primrose, nor
2532The azur'd Hare-Bell, like thy Veines: no, nor
2533The leafe of Eglantine, whom not to slander,
2534Out-sweetned not thy breath: the Raddocke would
2536Those rich-left-heyres, that let their Fathers lye
2537Without a Monument) bring thee all this,
2539To winter-ground thy Coarse----
2540Gui. Prythee haue done,
2541And do not play in Wench-like words with that
2543And not protract with admiration, what
2544Is now due debt. To'th' graue.
2546Gui. By good Euriphile, our Mother.
2548And let vs (Polidore) though now our voyces
2550As once to our Mother: vse like note, and words,
2551Saue that Euriphile, must be Fidele.
2552Gui. Cadwall,
2553I cannot sing: Ile weepe, and word it with thee;
2555Then Priests, and Phanes that lye.
2558Is quite forgot. He was a Queenes Sonne, Boyes,
2559And though he came our Enemy, remember
2560He was paid for that: though meane, and mighty rotting
2561Together haue one dust, yet Reuerence
2563Of place 'tweene high, and low. Our Foe was Princely,
2564And though you tooke his life, as being our Foe,
2565Yet bury him, as a Prince.
2566Gui. Pray you fetch him hither,
2568When neyther are aliue.
2569Arui. If you'l go fetch him,
2572My Father hath a reason for't.
2573Arui. 'Tis true.
2574Gui. Come on then, and remoue him.
2575Arui. So, begin.
2576SONG.
Guid. Feare no more the heate o'th' Sun,
2578Nor the furious Winters rages,
2579Thou thy worldly task hast don,
2580Home art gon, and tane thy wages.
2581Golden Lads, and Girles all must,
2582As Chimney-Sweepers come to dust.
2585Care no more to cloath and eate,
2586To thee the Reede is as the Oake:
2588All follow this and come to dust.
2596Arui. Nor no witch-craft charme thee.
2598Arui. Nothing ill come neere thee.
2601Enter Belarius with the body of Cloten.
2603Come lay him downe.
2604Bel. Heere's a few Flowres, but 'bout midnight more:
2605The hearbes that haue on them cold dew o'th' night
2607You were as Flowres, now wither'd: euen so
2609Come on, away, apart vpon our knees:
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2612Imogen awakes.
2613Yes Sir, to Milford-Hauen, which is the way?
2614I thanke you: by yond bush? pray how farre thether?
2615'Ods pittikins: can it be sixe mile yet?
2616I haue gone all night: 'Faith, Ile lye downe, and sleepe.
2619This bloody man the care on't. I hope I dreame:
2620For so I thought I was a Caue-keeper,
2622'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
2623Which the Braine makes of Fumes. Our very eyes,
2624Are sometimes like our Iudgements, blinde. Good faith
2625I tremble still with feare: but if there be
2626Yet left in Heauen, as small a drop of pittie
2627As a Wrens eye; fear'd Gods, a part of it.
2628The Dreame's heere still: euen when I wake it is
2629Without me, as within me: not imagin'd, felt.
2631I know the shape of's Legge: this is his Hand:
2632His Foote Mercuriall: his martiall Thigh
2633The brawnes of Hercules: but his Iouiall face---
2634Murther in heauen? How? 'tis gone. Pisanio,
2635All Curses madded Hecuba gaue the Greekes,
2636And mine to boot, be darted on thee: thou
2637Conspir'd with that Irregulous diuell Cloten,
2638Hath heere cut off my Lord. To write, and read,
2639Be henceforth treacherous. Damn'd Pisanio,
2640Hath with his forged Letters (damn'd Pisanio)
2643Where is thy head? where's that? Aye me! where's that?
2644Pisanio might haue kill'd thee at the heart,
2646'Tis he, and Cloten: Malice, and Lucre in them
2647Haue laid this Woe heere. Oh 'tis pregnant, pregnant!
2648The Drugge he gaue me, which hee said was precious
2649And Cordiall to me, haue I not found it
2651This is Pisanio's deede, and Cloten: Oh!
2652Giue colour to my pale cheeke with thy blood,
2654Which chance to finde vs. Oh, my Lord! my Lord!
2655Enter Lucius, Captaines, and a Soothsayer.
2657After your will, haue crost the Sea, attending
2658You heere at Milford-Hauen, with your Shippes:
2659They are heere in readinesse.
2660Luc. But what from Rome?
2662And Gentlemen of Italy, most willing Spirits,
2663That promise Noble Seruice: and they come
2664Vnder the Conduct of bold Iachimo,
2665Syenna's Brother.
2669Makes our hopes faire. Command our present numbers
2670Be muster'd: bid the Captaines looke too't. Now Sir,
2671What haue you dream'd of late of this warres purpose.
2673(I fast, and pray'd for their Intelligence) thus:
2674I saw Ioues Bird, the Roman Eagle wing'd
2676There vanish'd in the Sun-beames, which portends
2680And neuer false. Soft hoa, what truncke is heere?
2682It was a worthy building. How? a Page?
2683Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead rather:
2684For Nature doth abhorre to make his bed
2686Let's see the Boyes face.
2687Cap. Hee's aliue my Lord.
2689Informe vs of thy Fortunes, for it seemes
2690They craue to be demanded: who is this
2691Thou mak'st thy bloody Pillow? Or who was he
2692That (otherwise then noble Nature did)
2694In this sad wracke? How came't? Who is't?
2695What art thou?
2696Imo. I am nothing; or if not,
2697Nothing to be were better: This was my Master,
2698A very valiant Britaine, and a good,
2699That heere by Mountaineers lyes slaine: Alas,
2701From East to Occident, cry out for Seruice,
2702Try many, all good: serue truly: neuer
2704Luc. 'Lacke, good youth:
2707Imo. Richard du Champ: If I do lye, and do
2708No harme by it, though the Gods heare, I hope
2709They'l pardon it. Say you Sir?
2710Luc. Thy name?
2711Imo. Fidele Sir.
2713Thy Name well fits thy Faith; thy Faith, thy Name:
2714Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say
2716No lesse belou'd. The Romane Emperors Letters
2718Then thine owne worth preferre thee: Go with me.
2720Ile hide my Master from the Flies, as deepe
2721As these poore Pickaxes can digge: and when
2722With wild wood-leaues & weeds, I ha' strew'd his graue
2723And on it said a Century of prayers
2724(Such as I can) twice o're, Ile weepe, and sighe,
2726So please you entertaine mee.
2727Luc. I good youth,
2728And rather Father thee, then Master thee: My Friends,
2729The Boy hath taught vs manly duties: Let vs
2730Finde out the prettiest Dazied-Plot we can,
2731And make him with our Pikes and Partizans
2732A Graue: Come, Arme him: Boy hee's preferr'd
2733By thee, to vs, and he shall be interr'd
2734As Souldiers can. Be cheerefull; wipe thine eyes,
2736Scena Tertia.
2737Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio.
2738Cym. Againe: and bring me word how 'tis with her,
2739A Feauour with the absence of her Sonne;
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2740A madnesse, of which her life's in danger: Heauens,
2741How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen,
2742The great part of my comfort, gone: My Queene
2743Vpon a desperate bed, and in a time
2744When fearefull Warres point at me: Her Sonne gone,
2746The hope of comfort. But for thee, Fellow,
2747Who needs must know of her departure, and
2749By a sharpe Torture.
2750Pis. Sir, my life is yours,
2752I nothing know where she remaines: why gone,
2754Hold me your loyall Seruant.
2755Lord. Good my Liege,
2757I dare be bound hee's true, and shall performe
2759There wants no diligence in seeking him,
2760And will no doubt be found.
2763Do's yet depend.
2765The Romaine Legions, all from Gallia drawne,
2767Of Romaine Gentlemen, by the Senate sent.
2769I am amaz'd with matter.
2770Lord. Good my Liege,
2772Then what you heare of. Come more, for more you're (ready:
2773The want is, but to put those Powres in motion,
2774That long to moue.
2775Cym. I thanke you: let's withdraw
2776And meete the Time, as it seekes vs. We feare not
2777What can from Italy annoy vs, but
2778We greeue at chances heere. Away. Exeunt
2782To yeeld me often tydings. Neither know I
2783What is betide to Cloten, but remaine
2787Euen to the note o'th' King, or Ile fall in them:
2788All other doubts, by time let them be cleer'd,
2790Scena Quarta.
2791Enter Belarius, Guiderius, & Aruiragus.
2793Bel. Let vs from it.
2795From Action, and Aduenture.
2796Gui. Nay, what hope
2797Haue we in hiding vs? This way the Romaines
2799For barbarous and vnnaturall Reuolts
2801Bel. Sonnes,
2802Wee'l higher to the Mountaines, there secure v..
2803To the Kings party there's no going: newnesse
2804Of Clotens death (we being not knowne, not muster'd
2805Among the Bands) may driue vs to a render
2806Where we haue liu'd; and so extort from's that
2808Drawne on with Torture.
2809Gui. This is (Sir) a doubt
2810In such a time, nothing becomming you,
2811Nor satisfying vs.
2812Arui. It is not likely,
2813That when they heare their Roman horses neigh,
2814Behold their quarter'd Fires; haue both their eyes
2815And eares so cloyd importantly as now,
2816That they will waste their time vpon our note,
2817To know from whence we are.
2818Bel. Oh, I am knowne
2819Of many in the Army: Many yeeres
2820(Though Cloten then but young) you see, not wore him
2821From my remembrance. And besides, the King
2822Hath not deseru'd my Seruice, nor your Loues,
2823Who finde in my Exile, the want of Breeding;
2824The certainty of this heard life, aye hopelesse
2825To haue the courtesie your Cradle promis'd,
2826But to be still hot Summers Tanlings, and
2827The shrinking Slaues of Winter.
2830I, and my Brother are not knowne; your selfe
2831So out of thought, and thereto so ore-growne,
2832Cannot be question'd.
2834Ile thither: What thing is't, that I neuer
2836But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venison?
2838A Rider like my selfe, who ne're wore Rowell,
2839Nor Iron on his heele? I am asham'd
2840To looke vpon the holy Sunne, to haue
2842So long a poore vnknowne.
2843Gui. By heauens Ile go,
2844If you will blesse me Sir, and giue me leaue,
2845Ile take the better care: but if you will not,
2846The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
2847The hands of Romaines.
2851My crack'd one to more care. Haue with you Boyes:
2852If in your Country warres you chance to dye,
2853That is my Bed too (Lads) and there Ile lye.
2856 Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
2857Enter Posthumus alone.
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2862For wrying but a little? Oh Pisanio,
2863Euery good Seruant do's not all Commands:
2864No Bond, but to do iust ones. Gods, if you
2865Should haue 'tane vengeance on my faults, I neuer
2867The noble Imogen, to repent, and strooke
2868Me (wretch) more worth your Vengeance. But alacke,
2870To haue them fall no more: you some permit
2872And make them dread it, to the dooers thrift.
2873But Imogen is your owne, do your best willes,
2874And make me blest to obey. I am brought hither
2876Against my Ladies Kingdome: 'Tis enough
2877That (Britaine) I haue kill'd thy Mistris: Peace,
2878Ile giue no wound to thee: therefore good Heauens,
2883For thee (O Imogen) euen for whom my life
2884Is euery breath, a death: and thus, vnknowne,
2885Pittied, nor hated, to the face of perill
2886My selfe Ile dedicate. Let me make men know
2887More valour in me, then my habits show.
Exit.
2891Scena Secunda.
2892 Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and the Romane Army at one doore:
2893 and the Britaine Army at another: Leonatus Posthumus
2894following like a poore Souldier. They march ouer, and goe
2895out. Then enter againe in Skirmish Iachimo and Posthu-
2896mus: he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachimo, and then
2897leaues him.
2899Takes off my manhood: I haue belyed a Lady,
2900The Princesse of this Country; and the ayre on't
2901Reuengingly enfeebles me, or could this Carle,
2902A very drudge of Natures, haue subdu'de me
2903In my profession? Knighthoods, and Honors borne
2904As I weare mine) are titles but of scorne.
2905If that thy Gentry (Britaine) go before
2906This Lowt, as he exceeds our Lords, the oddes
2909taken: Then enter to his rescue, Bellarius, Guiderius,
2910and Aruiragus.
2912The Lane is guarded: Nothing rowts vs, but
2913The villany of our feares.
2916Cymbeline, and Exeunt.
2917Then enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen.
2920As warre were hood-wink'd.
2924Scena Tertia.
2925Enter Posthumus, and a Britaine Lord.
2927Post. I did,
2928Though you it seemes come from the Fliers?
2929Lo, I did.
2931But that the Heauens fought: the King himselfe
2932Of his wings destitute, the Army broken,
2934Through a strait Lane, the Enemy full-heart'd,
2935Lolling the Tongue with slaught'ring: hauing worke
2936More plentifull, then Tooles to doo't: strooke downe
2939With deadmen, hurt behinde, and Cowards liuing
2940To dye with length'ned shame.
2941Lo. Where was this Lane?
2943Which gaue aduantage to an ancient Soldiour
2945So long a breeding, as his white beard came to,
2946In doing this for's Country. Athwart the Lane,
2947He, with two striplings (Lads more like to run
2949With faces fit for Maskes, or rather fayrer
2952Our Britaines hearts dye flying, not our men,
2954Or we are Romanes, and will giue you that
2958For three performers are the File, when all
2960Accomodated by the Place; more Charming
2961With their owne Noblenesse, which could haue turn'd
2964But by example (Oh a sinne in Warre,
2966The way that they did, and to grin like Lyons
2967Vpon the Pikes o'th' Hunters. Then beganne
2970Chickens, the way which they stopt Eagles: Slaues
2972Like Fragments in hard Voyages became
2973The life o'th' need: hauing found the backe doore open
2974Of the vnguarded hearts: heauens, how they wound,
2976Ore-borne i'th' former waue, ten chac'd by one,
2977Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty:
2979The mortall bugs o'th' Field.
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2981A narrow Lane, an old man, and two Boyes.
2982Post. Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made
2983Rather to wonder at the things you heare,
2984Then to worke any. Will you Rime vpon't,
2985And vent it for a Mock'rie? Heere is one:
2986"Two Boyes, an Oldman (twice a Boy) a Lane,
2987"Preseru'd the Britaines, was the Romanes bane.
2988Lord. Nay, be not angry Sir.
2989Post. Lacke, to what end?
2990Who dares not stand his Foe, Ile be his Friend:
2991For if hee'l do, as he is made to doo,
2993You haue put me into Rime.
2996To be i'th' Field, and aske what newes of me:
2997To day, how many would haue giuen their Honours
2999And yet dyed too. I, in mine owne woe charm'd
3000Could not finde death, where I did heare him groane,
3003Sweet words; or hath moe ministers then we
3005For being now a Fauourer to the Britaine,
3006No more a Britaine, I haue resum'd againe
3007The part I came in. Fight I will no more,
3013Which neyther heere Ile keepe, nor beare agen,
3014But end it by some meanes for Imogen.
3015Enter two Captaines, and Soldiers.
3017'Tis thought the old man, and his sonnes, were Angels.
30201 So 'tis reported:
3021But none of 'em can be found. Stand, who's there?
3022Post. A Roman,
3023Who had not now beene drooping heere, if Seconds
3024Had answer'd him.
30252 Lay hands on him: a Dogge,
3026A legge of Rome shall not returne to tell
3027What Crows haue peckt them here: he brags his seruice
3028As if he were of note: bring him to'th' King.
3029 Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Aruiragus, Pisanio, and
3030 Romane Captiues. The Captaines present Posthumus to
3031 Cymbeline, who deliuers him ouer to a Gaoler.
3032Scena Quarta.
3033Enter Posthumus, and Gaoler.
3035You haue lockes vpon you:
3039(I thinke) to liberty: yet am I better
3041Groane so in perpetuity, then be cur'd
3045The penitent Instrument to picke that Bolt,
3046Then free for euer. Is't enough I am sorry?
3047So Children temporall Fathers do appease;
3048Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent,
3049I cannot do it better then in Gyues,
3051If of my Freedome 'tis the maine part, take
3053I know you are more clement then vilde men,
3054Who of their broken Debtors take a third,
3055A sixt, a tenth, letting them thriue againe
3056On their abatement; that's not my desire.
3057For Imogens deere life, take mine, and though
3058'Tis not so deere, yet 'tis a life; you coyn'd it,
3059'Tweene man, and man, they waigh not euery stampe:
3061(You rather) mine being yours: and so great Powres,
3062If you will take this Audit, take this life,
3063And cancell these cold Bonds. Oh Imogen,
3066 natus, Father to Posthumus, an old man, attyred like a war-
3067riour, leading in his hand an ancient Matron (his wife, &
3068Mother to Posthumus) with Musicke before them. Then
3069after other Musicke, followes the two young Leonati (Bro-
3070thers to Posthumus) with wounds as they died in the warrs.
3071 They circle Posthumus round as he lies sleeping.
3074With Mars fall out with Iuno chide, that thy Adulteries
3075 Rates, and Reuenges.
3076Hath my poore Boy done ought but well,
3079 attending Natures Law.
3080Whose Father then (as men report,
3081 thou Orphanes Father art)
3084Moth. Lucina lent not me her ayde,
3085 but tooke me in my Throwes,
3088A thing of pitty.
30931. Bro. When once he was mature for man,
3094 in Britaine where was hee
3095That could stand vp his paralell?
3097In eye of Imogen, that best could deeme
3098 his dignitie.
3099Mo. With Marriage wherefore was he mockt
3100 to be exil'd, and throwne
3101From Leonati Seate, and cast from her,
3103Sweete Imogen?
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3108 our Parents, and vs twaine,
3111Our Fealty, & Tenantius right, with Honor to maintaine.
3113 to Cymbeline perform'd:
3114Then Iupiter, yu King of Gods, why hast yu thus adiourn'd
3115The Graces for his Merits due, being all to dolors turn'd?
3118Vpon a valiant Race, thy harsh, and potent iniuries:
3119Moth. Since (Iupiter) our Son is good,
3124Brothers. Helpe (Iupiter) or we appeale,
3126Iupiter descends in Thunder and Lightning, sitting vppon an
3127 Eagle: hee throwes a Thunder-bolt. The Ghostes fall on
3128their knees.
3129Iupiter. No more you petty Spirits of Region low
3132Sky-planted, batters all rebelling Coasts.
3134Vpon your neuer-withering bankes of Flowres.
3135Be not with mortall accidents opprest,
3136No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours.
3138The more delay'd, delighted. Be content,
3139Your low-laide Sonne, our Godhead will vplift:
3140His Comforts thriue, his Trials well are spent:
3141Our Iouiall Starre reign'd at his Birth, and in
3142Our Temple was he married: Rise, and fade,
3143He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen,
3145This Tablet lay vpon his Brest, wherein
3147And so away: no farther with your dinne
3154Prunes the immortall wing, and cloyes his Beake,
3155As when his God is pleas'd.
3156All. Thankes Iupiter.
3157Sic. The Marble Pauement clozes, he is enter'd
3158His radiant Roofe: Away, and to be blest
3161A Father to me: and thou hast created
3162A Mother, and two Brothers. But (oh scorne)
3164And so I am awake. Poore Wretches, that depend
3165On Greatnesse, Fauour; Dreame as I haue done,
3169That haue this Golden chance, and know not why:
3170What Fayeries haunt this ground? A Book? Oh rare one,
3171Be not, as is our fangled world, a Garment
3173So follow, to be most vnlike our Courtiers,
3174As good, as promise.
3175Reades.
WHen as a Lyons whelpe, shall to himselfe vnknown, with-
3179which being dead many yeares, shall after reuiue, bee ioynted to
3182tie.
3184Tongue, and braine not: either both, or nothing,
3187The Action of my life is like it, which Ile keepe
3188If but for simpathy.
3189Enter Gaoler.
3190Gao. Come Sir, are you ready for death?
3192Gao. Hanging is the word, Sir, if you bee readie for
3193that, you are well Cook'd.
3196Gao. A heauy reckoning for you Sir: But the comfort
3197is you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more
3199the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of
3200meate, depart reeling with too much drinke: sorrie that
3201you haue payed too much, and sorry that you are payed
3202too much: Purse and Braine, both empty: the Brain the
3203heauier, for being too light; the Purse too light, being
3205now be quit: Oh the charity of a penny Cord, it summes
3206vp thousands in a trice: you haue no true Debitor, and
3208charge: your necke (Sis) is Pen, Booke, and Counters; so
3209the Acquittance followes.
3210Post. I am merrier to dye, then thou art to liue.
3213Hangman to helpe him to bed, I think he would change
3214places with his Officer: for, look you Sir, you know not
3215which way you shall go.
3216Post. Yes indeed do I, fellow.
3217Gao. Your death has eyes in's head then: I haue not
3219some that take vpon them to know, or to take vpon your
3221after-enquiry on your owne perill: and how you shall
3222speed in your iournies end, I thinke you'l neuer returne
3223to tell one.
3224Post. I tell thee, Fellow, there are none want eyes, to
3226will not vse them.
3229am sure hanging's the way of winking.
3230Enter a Messenger.
3232the King.
3234made free.
3235Gao. Ile be hang'd then.
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3237for the dead.
3241he be a Roman; and there be some of them too that dye
3243we were all of one minde, and one minde good: O there
3246in't. Exeunt.
3247Scena Quinta.
3248Enter Cymbeline, Bellarius, Guiderius, Arui-
3249ragus, Pisanio, and Lords.
3251Preseruers of my Throne: woe is my heart,
3252That the poore Souldier that so richly fought,
3254Stept before Targes of proofe, cannot be found:
3256Our Grace can make him so.
3258Such Noble fury in so poore a Thing;
3259Such precious deeds, in one that promist nought
3260But beggery, and poore lookes.
3261Cym. No tydings of him?
3263But no trace of him.
3264Cym. To my greefe, I am
3265The heyre of his Reward, which I will adde
3266To you (the Liuer, Heart, and Braine of Britaine)
3267By whom (I grant) she liues. 'Tis now the time
3268To aske of whence you are. Report it.
3269Bel. Sir,
3270In Cambria are we borne, and Gentlemen:
3273Cym. Bow your knees:
3276With Dignities becomming your estates.
3277Enter Cornelius and Ladies.
3279Greet you our Victory? you looke like Romaines,
3280And not o'th' Court of Britaine.
3281Corn. Hayle great King,
3283The Queene is dead.
3285Would this report become? But I consider,
3286By Med'cine life may be prolong'd, yet death
3288Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life,
3289Which (being cruell to the world) concluded
3292Can trip me, if I erre, who with wet cheekes
3297Married your Royalty, was wife to your place:
3298Abhorr'd your person.
3299Cym. She alone knew this:
3301Beleeue her lips in opening it. Proceed.
3308Who is't can reade a Woman? Is there more?
3310For you a mortall Minerall, which being tooke,
3311Should by the minute feede on life, and ling'ring,
3313By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to
3314Orecome you with her shew; and in time
3316Her Sonne into th' adoption of the Crowne:
3319Of Heauen, and Men) her purposes: repented
3321Dispayring, dyed.
3322Cym. Heard you all this, her Women?
3324Cym. Mine eyes
3325Were not in fault, for she was beautifull:
3326Mine eares that heare her flattery, nor my heart,
3327That thought her like her seeming. It had beene vicious
3330And proue it in thy feeling. Heauen mend all.
3331Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and other Roman prisoners,
3332Leonatus behind, and Imogen.
3334The Britaines haue rac'd out, though with the losse
3337Of you their Captiues, which our selfe haue granted,
3338So thinke of your estate.
3340Was yours by accident: had it gone with vs,
3341We should not when the blood was cool, haue threatend
3343Will haue it thus, that nothing but our liues
3347For my peculiar care. This one thing onely
3348I will entreate, my Boy (a Britaine borne)
3351So tender ouer his occasions, true,
3354Cannot deny: he hath done no Britaine harme,
3355Though he haue seru'd a Roman. Saue him (Sir)
3358His fauour is familiar to me: Boy,
3360And art mine owne. I know not why, wherefore,
3362And aske of Cymbeline what Boone thou wilt,
3363Fitting my bounty, and thy state, Ile giue it:
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3364Yea, though thou do demand a Prisoner
3365The Noblest tane.
3367Luc. I do not bid thee begge my life, good Lad,
3368And yet I know thou wilt.
3369Imo. No, no, alacke,
3370There's other worke in hand: I see a thing
3371Bitter to me, as death: your life, good Master,
3374He leaues me, scornes me: briefely dye their ioyes,
3375That place them on the truth of Gyrles, and Boyes.
3378I loue thee more, and more: thinke more and more
3380Wilt haue him liue? Is he thy Kin? thy Friend?
3381Imo. He is a Romane, no more kin to me,
3383Am something neerer.
3386To giue me hearing.
3387Cym. I, with all my heart,
3388And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
3389Imo. Fidele Sir.
3390Cym. Thou'rt my good youth: my Page
3392Bel. Is not this Boy reuiu'd from death?
3393Arui. One Sand another
3395Who dyed, and was Fidele: what thinke you?
3398Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure
3399He would haue spoke to vs.
3403Since she is liuing, let the time run on,
3404To good, or bad.
3406Make thy demand alowd. Sir, step you forth,
3407Giue answer to this Boy, and do it freely,
3408Or by our Greatnesse, and the grace of it
3409(Which is our Honor) bitter torture shall
3411Imo. My boone is, that this Gentleman may render
3412Of whom he had this Ring.
3413Post. What's that to him?
3415How came it yours?
3417Which to be spoke, wou'd torture thee.
3418Cym. How? me?
3420Which torments me to conceale. By Villany
3421I got this Ring: 'twas Leonatus Iewell,
3423As it doth me: a Nobler Sir, ne're liu'd
3424'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou heare more my Lord?
3425Cym. All that belongs to this.
3426Iach. That Paragon, thy daughter,
3428Quaile to remember. Giue me leaue, I faint.
3432Iach. Vpon a time, vnhappy was the clocke
3438Where ill men were, and was the best of all
3440Hearing vs praise our Loues of Italy
3444Postures, beyond breefe Nature. For Condition,
3445A shop of all the qualities, that man
3446Loues woman for, besides that hooke of Wiuing,
3451Most like a Noble Lord, in loue, and one
3452That had a Royall Louer, tooke his hint,
3454He was as calme as vertue) he began
3456And then a minde put in't, either our bragges
3457Were crak'd of Kitchin-Trulles, or his description
3461He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreames,
3462And she alone, were cold: Whereat, I wretch
3464Peeces of Gold, 'gainst this, which then he wore
3465Vpon his honour'd finger) to attaine
3466In suite the place of's bed, and winne this Ring
3467By hers, and mine Adultery: he (true Knight)
3470And would so, had it beene a Carbuncle
3472Bin all the worth of's Carre. Away to Britaine
3474Remember me at Court, where I was taught
3476'Twixt Amorous, and Villanous. Being thus quench'd
3477Of hope, not longing; mine Italian braine,
3478Gan in your duller Britaine operate
3479Most vildely: for my vantage excellent.
3481That I return'd with simular proofe enough,
3482To make the Noble Leonatus mad,
3483By wounding his beleefe in her Renowne,
3484With Tokens thus, and thus: auerring notes
3485Of Chamber-hanging, Pictures, this her Bracelet
3486(Oh cunning how I got) nay some markes
3488But thinke her bond of Chastity quite crack'd,
3489I hauing 'tane the forfeyt. Whereupon,
3490Me thinkes I see him now.
3492Italian Fiend. Aye me, most credulous Foole,
3493Egregious murtherer, Theefe, any thing
3494That's due to all the Villaines past, in being
3495To come. Oh giue me Cord, or knife, or poyson,
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3497For Torturors ingenious: it is I
3500That kill'd thy Daughter: Villain-like, I lye,
3502A sacrilegious Theefe to doo't. The Temple
3507Be villany lesse then 'twas. Oh Imogen!
3508My Queene, my life, my wife: oh Imogen,
3509Imogen, Imogen.
3510Imo. Peace my Lord, heare, heare.
3511Post. Shall's haue a play of this?
3512Thou scornfull Page, there lye thy part.
3513Pi s. Oh Gentlemen, helpe,
3515You ne're kill'd Imogen till now: helpe, helpe,
3516Mine honour'd Lady.
3517Cym. Does the world go round?
3521To death, with mortall ioy.
3525Breath not where Princes are.
3526Cym. The tune of Imogen.
3528That box I gaue you, was not thought by mee
3529A precious thing, I had it from the Queene.
3532Corn. Oh Gods!
3533I left out one thing which the Queene confest,
3537As I would serue a Rat.
3539Corn. The Queene (Sir) very oft importun'd me
3542In killing Creatures vilde, as Cats and Dogges
3544Was of more danger, did compound for her
3548Do their due Functions. Haue you tane of it?
3550Bel. My Boyes, there was our error.
3552Imo. Why did you throw your wedded Lady fro you?
3553Thinke that you are vpon a Rocke, and now
3554Throw me againe.
3556Till the Tree dye.
3559Wilt thou not speake to me?
3561Bel. Though you did loue this youth, I blame ye not,
3562You had a motiue for't.
3563Cym. My teares that fall
3564Proue holy-water on thee; Imogen,
3565Thy Mothers dead.
3569Is gone, we know not how, nor where.
3570Pisa. My Lord,
3571Now feare is from me, Ile speake troth. Lord Cloten
3572Vpon my Ladies missing, came to me
3573With his Sword drawne, foam'd at the mouth, and swore
3575It was my instant death. By accident,
3576I had a feigned Letter of my Masters
3577Then in my pocket, which directed him
3578To seeke her on the Mountaines neere to Milford,
3579Where in a frenzie, in my Masters Garments
3580(Which he inforc'd from me) away he postes
3582My Ladies honor, what became of him,
3583I further know not.
3585Cym. Marry, the Gods forefend.
3586I would not thy good deeds, should from my lips
3587Plucke a hard sentence: Prythee valiant youth
3588Deny't againe.
3590Cym. He was a Prince.
3592Were nothing Prince-like; for he did prouoke me
3593With Language that would make me spurne the Sea,
3595And am right glad he is not standing heere
3596To tell this tale of mine.
3598By thine owne tongue thou art condemn'd, and must
3599Endure our Law: Thou'rt dead.
3602And take him from our presence.
3603Bel. Stay, Sir King.
3604This man is better then the man he slew,
3606More of thee merited, then a Band of Clotens
3607Had euer scarre for. Let his Armes alone,
3608They were not borne for bondage.
3609Cym. Why old Soldier:
3610Wilt thou vndoo the worth thou art vnpayd for
3612As good as we?
3615Bel. We will dye all three,
3616But I will proue that two one's are as good
3617As I haue giuen out him. My Sonnes, I must
3618For mine owne part, vnfold a dangerous speech,
3619Though haply well for you.
3620Arui. Your danger's ours.
3621Guid. And our good his.
3622Bel. Haue at it then, by leaue
3624Was call'd Belarius.
3626Bel. He it is, that hath
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3628I know not how, a Traitor.
3629Cym. Take him hence,
3631Bel. Not too hot;
3634As I haue receyu'd it.
3637Ere I arise, I will preferre my Sonnes,
3638Then spare not the old Father. Mighty Sir,
3639These two young Gentlemen that call me Father,
3640And thinke they are my Sonnes, are none of mine,
3641They are the yssue of your Loynes, my Liege,
3642And blood of your begetting.
3648Was all the harme I did. These gentle Princes
3650Haue I train'd vp; those Arts they haue, as I
3651Could put into them. My breeding was (Sir)
3654Vpon my Banishment: I moou'd her too't,
3655Hauing receyu'd the punishment before
3656For that which I did then. Beaten for Loyaltie,
3658The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd
3659Vnto my end of stealing them. But gracious Sir,
3663Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthie
3664To in-lay Heauen with Starres.
3666The Seruice that you three haue done, is more
3669A payre of worthier Sonnes.
3670Bel. Be pleas'd awhile;
3671This Gentleman, whom I call Polidore,
3673This Gentleman, my Cadwall, Aruiragus.
3674Your yonger Princely Son, he Sir, was lapt
3676Of his Queene Mother, which for more probation
3677I can with ease produce.
3679Vpon his necke a Mole, a sanguine Starre,
3680It was a marke of wonder.
3681Bel. This is he,
3683It was wise Natures end, in the donation
3684To be his euidence now.
3685Cym. Oh, what am I
3686A Mother to the byrth of three? Nere Mother
3687Reioyc'd deliuerance more: Blest, pray you be,
3689You may reigne in them now: Oh Imogen,
3691Imo. No, my Lord:
3692I haue got two Worlds by't. Oh my gentle Brothers,
3693Haue we thus met? Oh neuer say heereafter
3695When I was but your Sister: I you Brothers,
3696When we were so indeed.
3697Cym. Did you ere meete?
3698Arui. I my good Lord.
3700Continew'd so, vntill we thought he dyed.
3704Hath to it Circumstantiall branches, which
3706And when came you to serue our Romane Captiue?
3709And your three motiues to the Battaile? with
3710I know not how much more should be demanded,
3711And all the other by-dependances
3712From chance to chance? But nor the Time, nor Place
3713Will serue our long Interrogatories. See,
3716On him: her Brothers, Me: her Master hitting
3717Each obiect with a Ioy: the Counter-change
3718Is seuerally in all. Let's quit this ground,
3720Thou art my Brother, so wee'l hold thee euer.
3721Imo. You are my Father too, and did releeue me:
3723Cym. All ore-ioy'd
3724Saue these in bonds, let them be ioyfull