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Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)
390The Tragedie of Cymbeline.
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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