4You do not meet a man but frowns.
5Our bloods
1.1.3No more obey the heavens
6than our courtiers'
1.1.47Still seem as does the King's.
Still seem as does the King's. But what's the matter?
His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom (whom
1.1.610He purposed to his wife's sole son, a widow
1.1.711That late he married), hath referred herself
1.1.812Unto a poor but worthy gentleman. She's wedded,
1.1.913Her husband banished, she imprisoned: all
1.1.1014Is outward sorrow, though I think the King
Be touched at very heart. None but the King?
He that hath lost her too; so is the Queen,
1.1.1318That most desired the match. But not a courtier,
1.1.1419Although they wear their faces to the bent
1.1.1520Of the King's looks, hath a heart that is not
1.1.1621Glad at the thing they scowl at.
Glad at the thing they scowl at. And why so?
He that hath missed the princess is a thing
1.1.1824Too bad for bad report, and he that hath her --
1.1.1925I mean that married her, alack, good man,
1.1.2026And therefore banished -- is a creature such
1.1.2127As, to seek through the regions of the earth
1.1.2228For one his like, there would be something failing
1.1.2329In him that should compare. I do not think
1.1.2430So fair an outward and such stuff within
Endows a man but he. You speak him far.
I do extend him, sir, within himself;
1.1.2734Crush him together rather than unfold
His measure duly. What's his name and birth?
I cannot delve him to the root. His father
1.1.3038Was called Sicilius, who did join his honor
1.1.3139Against the Romans with Cassibelan;
1.1.3240But had his titles by Tenantius, whom
1.1.3341He served with glory and admired success,
1.1.3442So gained the sur-addition "Leonatus";
1.1.3543And had, besides this gentleman in question,
1.1.3644Two other sons, who in the wars o'th' time
1.1.3745Died with their swords in hand, for which their father,
1.1.3846Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow
1.1.3947That he quit being; and his gentle lady,
1.1.4048Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceased
1.1.4149As he was born. The King, he takes the babe
1.1.4250To his protection; calls him Posthumus Leonatus;
1.1.4351Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber;
1.1.4452Puts to him all the learnings that his time
1.1.4553Could make him the receiver of, which he took
1.1.4654As we do air, fast as 'twas ministered;
1.1.4755And in's spring became a harvest: lived in court
1.1.4856(Which rare it is to do) most praised, most loved;
1.1.4957A sample to the youngest; to th' more mature,
1.1.5058A glass that feated them; and to the graver,
1.1.5159A child that guided dotards. To his mistress,
1.1.5260For whom he now is banished, her own price
1.1.5361Proclaims how she esteemed him; and his virtue
1.1.5462By her election may be truly read
What kind of man he is. I honor him
1.1.56Even out of your report.
64But pray you tell me,
1.1.57Is she sole child to th' King?
Is she sole child to th' King? His only child.
1.1.5866He had two sons (if this be worth your hearing,
1.1.5967Mark it); the eldest of them at three years old,
1.1.6068I'th' swathing clothes the other, from their nursery
1.1.6169Were stolen, and to this hour no guess in knowledge
Which way they went. How long is this ago?
Some twenty years.
That a king's children should be so conveyed,
1.1.6574So slackly guarded, and the search so slow
That could not trace them! Howsoe'er 'tis strange
1.1.6777Or that the negligence may well be laughed at,
Yet is it true, sir. I do well believe you.
We must forbear. Here comes the gentleman,
1.2.183Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen No, be assured you shall not find me, Daughter,
1.2.385After the slander of most stepmothers,
1.2.486Evil-eyed unto you. You're my prisoner, but
1.2.587Your jailer shall deliver you the keys
1.2.688That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,
1.2.789So soon as I can win th'offended King,
1.2.890I will be known your advocate; marry, yet
1.2.991The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good
1.2.1092You leaned unto his sentence; with what patience,
Your wisdom may inform you. Please Your Highness,
I will from hence today. You know the peril.
1.2.1397I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
1.2.1498The pangs of barred affections, though the King
1.2.1599Hath charged you should not speak together.
O dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
1.2.18101Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,
1.2.19102I something fear my father's wrath but nothing
1.2.21104His rage can do on me. You must be gone,
1.2.22105And I shall here abide the hourly shot
1.2.23106Of angry eyes, not comforted to live
1.2.24107But that there is this jewel in the world
That I may see again. My queen, my mistress,
1.2.26110O lady, weep no more lest I give cause
1.2.28112Than doth become a man. I will remain
1.2.29113The loyalest husband that did e'er plight troth.
1.2.30114My residence in Rome, at one Philario's,
1.2.31115Who to my father was a friend, to me
1.2.32116Known but by letter. Thither write, my queen,
1.2.33117And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send
Though ink be made of gall. Be brief, I pray you.
1.2.35121If the King come, I shall incur I know not
1.2.36122How much of his displeasure --
[Aside] yet I'll move him
1.2.37123To walk this way. I never do him wrong
1.2.38124But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;
Should we be taking leave
1.2.41127As long a term as yet we have to live,
1.2.42128The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu.
Nay, stay a little:
1.2.44130Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
1.2.45131Such parting were too petty. Look here, love,
[Gives ring to Posthumus]
This diamond was my mother's; Take it, heart,
1.2.47133But keep it till you woo another wife
When Imogen is dead. How, how? Another?
1.2.49136You gentle gods, give me but this I have
1.2.50137And cere up my embracements from a next
1.2.51138With bonds of death. Remain, remain thou here
1.2.52139While sense can keep it on. And sweetest, fairest,
1.2.53140As I my poor self did exchange for you
1.2.54141To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles
1.2.55142I still win of you. For my sake wear this;
1.2.56[Gives bracelet to Imogen] 1.2.57143It is a manacle of love. I'll place it
Upon this fairest prisoner. O the gods!
147Enter Cymbeline and Lords When shall we see again? Alack, the King!
Thou basest thing, avoid hence, from my sight!
1.2.61150If after this command thou fraught the court
1.2.62151With thy unworthiness, thou diest. Away:
Thou'rt poison to my blood. The gods protect you
1.2.64154And bless the good remainders of the court.
Exit
I am gone. There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is. O disloyal thing
1.2.67159That shouldst repair my youth, thou heapst
A year's age on me. I beseech you, sir,
1.2.69162Harm not yourself with your vexation.
1.2.70163I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears. Past grace? Obedience?
Past hope and in despair, that way past grace.
That mightst have had
168the sole son of my Queen.
Oh, blessed that I might not! I chose an eagle
Thou tookst a beggar, wouldst have made my
172throne
A seat for baseness. No, I rather added
A luster to it. O thou vile one!
A luster to it. O thou vile one! Sir,
1.2.80176It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:
1.2.81177You bred him as my playfellow, and he is
Almost the sum he pays. What? Art thou mad?
Almost, sir, Heaven restore me! Would I were
1.2.85182A neatherd's daughter and my Leonatus
Our neighbor shepherd's son. Thou foolish thing,
1.2.87186They were again together. You have done
1.2.88187Not after our command. Away with her
And pen her up. Beseech your patience. -- Peace,
1.2.90190Dear lady daughter, peace. -- Sweet sovereign,
1.2.91191Leave us to ourselves and make yourself some comfort
Out of your best advice. Nay, let her languish
1.2.93194A drop of blood a day and, being aged,
Exit
Die of this folly. 197Queen [To Imogen] Fie! You must give way!
1.2.95198Here is your servant. -- How now, sir? What news?
My lord your son drew on my master.
My lord your son drew on my master. Ha?
No harm, I trust, is done? There might have been,
1.2.98203But that my master rather played than fought
1.2.99204And had no help of anger. They were parted
By gentlemen at hand. I am very glad on't.
Your son's my father's friend: he takes his part
1.2.103209I would they were in Afric both together,
1.2.104210Myself by with a needle that I might prick
1.2.105211The goer-back. Why came you from your master?
On his command. He would not suffer me
1.2.107213To bring him to the haven; left these notes
When't pleased you to employ me. This hath been
1.2.110217Your faithful servant. I dare lay mine honor
I humbly thank Your Highness.
I humbly thank Your Highness. 220Queen [To Imogen] Pray walk awhile.
About some half hour hence,
222pray you speak with me;
1.2.114223You shall at least go see my lord aboard.
1.2.116Queen and Imogen exeunt together, Pisanio apart Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt: the
228violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice. Where
229air comes out, air comes in; there's none abroad so
230wholesome as that you vent.
If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it.
232Have I hurt him?
No, faith; not so much as his patience.
Hurt him? His body's a passable carcass if he be
235not hurt. It is a throughfare for steel if it be not hurt.
His steel was in debt: it went o'th' backside the
237town.
The villain would not stand me.
No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.
Stand you? You have land enough of your own,
241but he added to your having, gave you some ground.
As many inches as you have oceans, puppies.
I would they had not come between us.
So would I, till you had measured how long a fool
245you were upon the ground.
And that she should love this fellow, and
247refuse me!
If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.
Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
250go not together. She's a good sign, but I have seen
251small reflection of her wit.
She shines not upon fools lest the reflection
253should hurt her.
Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had
255been some hurt done!
I wish not so, unless it had been the fall of an ass,
257which is no great hurt.
You'll go with us?
I'll attend your lordship.
Nay, come; let's go together.
Well, my Lord.
I would thou grewst unto the shores o'th' haven
1.4.3265And questionedst every sail. If he should write
1.4.4266And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost
1.4.5267As offered mercy is. What was the last
That he spake to thee? It was his queen, his queen.
Then waved his handkerchief?
Then waved his handkerchief? And kissed it, madam.
Senseless linen, happier therein than I!
And that was all? No, madam. For so long
1.4.10275As he could make me with this eye or ear
1.4.11276Distinguish him from others, he did keep
1.4.12277The deck, with glove or hat or handkerchief
1.4.13278Still waving as the fits and stirs of's mind
1.4.14279Could best express how slow his soul sailed on,
How swift his ship. Thou shouldst have made him
1.4.16282As little as a crow or less ere left
To after-eye him. Madam, so I did.
I would have broke mine eyestrings,
286cracked them but
1.4.19To look upon him, till the diminution
1.4.20287Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,
1.4.21288Nay, followed him till he had melted from
1.4.22289The smallness of a gnat to air, and then
1.4.23290Have turned mine eye and wept. But good Pisanio,
When shall we hear from him? Be assured, madam,
I did not take my leave of him but had
1.4.27295Most pretty things to say. Ere I could tell him
1.4.28296How I would think on him at certain hours
1.4.29297Such thoughts and such; or I could make him swear
1.4.31299Mine interest and his honor; or have charged him
1.4.32300At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
1.4.33301T'encounter me with orisons, for then
1.4.34302I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
1.4.35303Give him that parting kiss which I had set
1.4.36304Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father
1.4.37305And like the tyrannous breathing of the North
Shakes all our buds from growing. The Queen, madam,
[To Pisanio] Those things I bid you do, get them dispatched. --
[To Lady] I will attend the Queen. Madam, I shall.
1.4.42Imogen and Lady exeunt together; Pisanio separately 1.5.1314Enter Philario, Iachimo, a Frenchman, a 315Dutchman, and a Spaniard Believe it, sir; I have seen him in Britain. He
317was then of a crescent note, expected to prove so
318worthy as since he hath been allowed the name of. But I
319could then have looked on him without the help of
320admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments had
321been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items.
You speak of him when he was less furnished
323than now he is with that which makes him both
324without and within.
I have seen him in France; we had very
326many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as
327he.
This matter of marrying his King's daughter,
329wherein he must be weighed rather by her value than
330his own, words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the
331matter.
And then his banishment.
Aye, and the approbation of those that weep this
334lamentable divorce under her colors are wonderfully
335to extend him, be it but to fortify her judgment which
336else an easy battery might lay flat for taking a beggar
337without less quality. But how comes it he is to sojourn
338with you? How creeps acquaintance?
His father and I were soldiers together, to
340whom I have been often bound for no less than my life.
1.5.10342[To Iachimo, Frenchman, Dutchman, and Spaniard] Here comes the Briton. Let him be so entertained
343amongst you as suits with gentlemen of your knowing
344to a stranger of his quality.
[Posthumus joins them]
[To Iachimo, Frenchman, Dutchman, and Spaniard] I beseech you all be better
345known to this gentleman, whom I commend to you
346as a noble friend of mine. How worthy he is I will
347leave to appear hereafter rather than story him in his
348own hearing.
Sir, we have known together in Orleans.
Since when I have been debtor to you for
351courtesies which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay still.
Sir, you o'errate my poor kindness. I was
353glad I did atone my countryman and you; it had been
354pity you should have been put together with so
355mortal a purpose as then each bore, upon importance of so
356slight and trivial a nature.
By your pardon, sir, I was then a young
358traveler: rather shunned to go even with what I heard than in
359my every action to be guided by others' experiences; but
360upon my mended judgment (if I offend not to say it is
361mended) my quarrel was not altogether slight.
Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrament of
363swords, and by such two that would by all likelihood
364have confounded one the other, or have fallen both.
Can we with manners ask what was the
366difference?
Safely, I think. 'Twas a contention in
368public, which may (without contradiction) suffer the
369report. It was much like an argument that fell out last
370night, where each of us fell in praise of our
371countrymistresses, this gentleman at that time vouching, and
372upon warrant of bloody affirmation, his to be more
373fair, virtuous, wise, chaste, constant, qualified, and
374less attemptable than any the rarest of our ladies in
375France.
That lady is not now living, or this
377gentleman's opinion by this worn out.
She holds her virtue still, and I my mind.
You must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of
380Italy.
Being so far provoked as I was in France, I
382would abate her nothing, though I profess myself her
383adorer, not her friend.
"As fair" and "as good," a kind of hand-in-hand
385comparison, had been something too fair and too
386good for any lady in Brittany. If she went before others
387I have seen as that diamond of yours outlusters many
388I have beheld, I could not but believe she excelled many;
389but I have not seen the most precious diamond that is,
390nor you the lady.
I praised her as I rated her; so do I my stone.
What do you esteem it at?
More than the world enjoys.
Either your unparagoned mistress is dead, or
395she's outprized by a trifle.
You are mistaken. The one may be sold or
397given, or if there were wealth enough for the purchase or
398merit for the gift; the other is not a thing for sale,
399and only the gift of the gods.
Which the gods have given you?
Which by their graces I will keep.
You may wear her in title yours, but you
403know strange fowl light upon neighboring ponds.
404Your ring may be stolen too; so, your brace of
405unprizable estimations, the one is but frail, and the other
406casual. A cunning thief or a that-way accomplished
407courtier would hazard the winning both of first and
408last.
Your Italy contains none so accomplished a
410courtier to convince the honor of my mistress, if in the
411holding or loss of that you term her frail. I do
412nothing doubt you have store of thieves; notwithstanding,
413I fear not my ring.
Let us leave here, gentlemen.
Sir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I
416thank him, makes no stranger of me; we are familiar at
417first.
With five times so much conversation, I should
419get ground of your fair mistress, make her go back,
420even to the yielding, had I admittance and opportunity
421to friend.
No, no.
I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my
424estate to your ring, which in my opinion o'ervalues it
425something, but I make my wager rather against your
426confidence than her reputation. And, to bar your
427offense herein to, I durst attempt it against any lady in
428the world.
You are a great deal abused in too bold a
430persuasion, and I doubt not you sustain what y'are worthy
431of by your attempt.
What's that?
A repulse, though your attempt, as you call
434it, deserve more: a punishment too.
Gentlemen, enough of this. It came in too
436suddenly; let it die as it was born, and I pray you be
437better acquainted.
Would I had put my estate and my neighbor's
439on th'approbation of what I have spoke!
What lady would you choose to assail?
Yours, whom in constancy you think stands
442so safe. I will lay you ten thousands ducats to your
443ring that, commend me to the court where your
444lady is, with no more advantage than the opportunity of a
445second conference, and I will bring from thence that
446honor of hers which you imagine so reserved.
I will wage against your gold, gold to
448it: my ring I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of
449it.
You are a friend, and therein the wiser. If you
451buy ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot
452preserve it from tainting; but I see you have some religion
453in you, that you fear.
This is but a custom in your tongue; you
455bear a graver purpose, I hope.
I am the master of my speeches and would
457undergo what's spoken, I swear.
Will you? I shall but lend my diamond till
459your return; let there be covenants drawn between's.
460My mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your
461unworthy thinking. I dare you to this match; here's my
462ring.
I will have it no lay.
By the gods, it is one. If I bring you no
465sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest bodily
466part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats are yours,
467so is your diamond too; if I come off and leave her in
468such honor as you have trust in, she your jewel, this
469your jewel, and my gold are yours, provided I have
470your commendation for my more free entertainment.
I embrace these conditions. Let us have articles
472betwixt us; only, thus far you shall answer: if you
473make your voyage upon her and give me directly to
474understand you have prevailed, I am no further your
475enemy; she is not worth our debate. If she remain
476unseduced, you not making it appear otherwise, for your ill
477opinion and th'assault you have made to her chastity, you
478shall answer me with your sword.
Your hand; a covenant. We will have these
480things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away
481for Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and
482starve. I will fetch my gold and have our two wagers
483recorded.
Agreed.
1.5.54[Exeunt Posthumus and Iachimo] Will this hold, think you?
Signior Iachimo will not from it.
487Pray let us follow 'em.
1.6.1489Enter Queen, Ladies, and Cornelius Whiles yet the dew's on ground,
491gather those flowers;
1.6.3492Make haste. Who has the note of them?
Make haste. Who has the note of them? I, madam.
Dispatch.
1.6.6495Now, Master Doctor, have you brought those drugs?
Pleaseth Your Highness, aye; here they are, madam.
1.6.8497But I beseech Your Grace, without offense,
1.6.9498My conscience bids me ask wherefore you have
1.6.10499Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds
1.6.11500Which are the movers of a languishing death,
But, though slow, deadly. I wonder, Doctor,
1.6.13503Thou askst me such a question. Have I not been
1.6.14504Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learned me how
1.6.15505To make perfumes? Distill? Preserve? Yea, so
1.6.16506That our great King himself doth woo me oft
1.6.17507For my confections? Having thus far proceeded,
1.6.18508Unless thou thinkst me devilish, is't not meet
1.6.20510Other conclusions? I will try the forces
1.6.21511Of these thy compounds on such creatures as
1.6.22512We count not worth the hanging, but none human,
1.6.24514Allayments to their act, and by them gather
Their several virtues and effects. Your Highness
1.6.26517Shall from this practice but make hard your heart;
1.6.27518Besides, the seeing these effects will be
Both noisome and infectious. Oh, content thee. --
1.6.30522[Aside] Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him
1.6.31523Will I first work: he's for his master
1.6.32524And enemy to my son. -- How now, Pisanio? --
1.6.33525Doctor, your service for this time is ended;
Take your own way. 527Cornelius [Aside] I do suspect you, madam,
But you shall do no harm. 529Queen [To Pisanio] Hark thee, a word.
I do not like her. She doth think she has
1.6.37531Strange ling'ring poisons; I do know her spirit
1.6.38532And will not trust one of her malice with
1.6.39533A drug of such damned nature. Those she has
1.6.40534Will stupefy and dull the sense awhile,
1.6.41535Which first perchance she'll prove on cats and dogs,
1.6.42536Then afterward up higher, but there is
1.6.43537No danger in what show of death it makes
1.6.44538More than the locking up the spirits a time
1.6.45539To be more fresh, reviving. She is fooled
1.6.46540With a most false effect, and I the truer,
No further service, Doctor,
I humbly take my leave.
Weeps she still, sayst thou?
546Dost thou think in time
1.6.53547She will not quench and let instructions enter
1.6.54548Where folly now possesses? Do thou work:
1.6.55549When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son,
1.6.56550I'll tell thee on the instant, thou art then
1.6.57551As great as is thy master; greater, for
1.6.58552His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name
1.6.59553Is at last gasp. Return he cannot, nor
1.6.60554Continue where he is. To shift his being
1.6.61555Is to exchange one misery with another,
1.6.62556And every day that comes, comes to decay
1.6.63557A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect
1.6.64558To be depender on a thing that leans,
1.6.65559Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends
[Queen drops the drug, which Pisanio picks up]
So much as but to prop him? Thou tak'st up
1.6.67561Thou knowst not what, but take it for thy labor.
1.6.68562It is a thing I made which hath the King
1.6.69563Five times redeemed from death. I do not know
1.6.70564What is more cordial. Nay, I prithee, take it;
1.6.72566That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
1.6.73567The case stands with her; do't as from thyself.
1.6.74568Think what a chance thou changest on, but think
1.6.75569Thou hast thy mistress still; to boot, my son,
1.6.76570Who shall take notice of thee. I'll move the King
1.6.78572As thou'lt desire, and then myself, I chiefly,
1.6.79573That set thee on to this desert, am bound
1.6.80574To load thy merit richly. Call my women.
Exit Pisanio
Think on my words. A sly and constant knave,
1.6.82576Not to be shaked; the agent for his master,
1.6.84578The handfast to her lord. I have given him that
1.6.85579Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
1.6.86580Of liegers for her sweet, and which she after,
1.6.87581Except she bend her humor, shall be assured
583Enter Pisanio and Ladies To taste of too. -- [To Ladies] 584So, so; well done, well done:
1.6.89585The violets, cowslips, and the primroses
1.6.90586Bear to my closet. -- Fare thee well, Pisanio.
And shall do,
1.6.94589But when to my good lord I prove untrue,
1.6.95590I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you.
A father cruel and a stepdame false,
1.7.3594A foolish suitor to a wedded lady
1.7.4595That hath her husband banished -- oh, that husband,
1.7.5596My supreme crown of grief, and those repeated
1.7.6597Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stolen
1.7.7598As my two brothers, happy; but most miserable
1.7.8599Is the desire that's glorious. Blessed be those,
1.7.9600How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
1.7.10601Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!
Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome
Comes from my lord with letters. Change you, madam:
And greets Your Highness dearly. Thanks, good sir;
All of her that is out of door, most rich;
1.7.18611If she be furnished with a mind so rare,
1.7.20613Have lost the wager. Boldness, be my friend;
1.7.21614Arm me, audacity, from head to foot,
1.7.22615Or like the Parthian I shall flying fight --
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He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most
619infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your
620trust.
1.7.28622But even the very middle of my heart
1.7.29623Is warmed by th'rest, and takes it thankfully.
1.7.30624You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
1.7.31625Have words to bid you, and shall find it so
In all that I can do. Thanks, fairest lady.
1.7.33628What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes
1.7.34629To see this vaulted arch and the rich crop
1.7.35630Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
1.7.36631The fiery orbs above and the twinned stones
1.7.37632Upon th'unnumbered beach, and can we not
1.7.38633Partition make with spectacles so precious
'Twixt fair and foul? What makes your admiration?
It cannot be i'th' eye, for apes and monkeys
1.7.41637'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and
1.7.42638Condemn with mows the other; nor i'th' judgment,
1.7.43639For idiots in this case of favor would
1.7.44640Be wisely definite; nor i'th' appetite:
1.7.45641Sluttery to such neat excellence opposed
What is the matter, trow?
What is the matter, trow? The cloyèd will,
1.7.49646That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub
1.7.50647Both filled and running, ravening first the lamb,
Longs after for the garbage. What, dear sir,
Thus raps you? Are you well? Thanks, madam, well. -- [To Pisanio]
1.7.53Beseech you, sir,
652desire my man's abode,
1.7.54Where I did leave him;
653he's strange and peevish.
I was going, sir,
655to give him welcome.
Continues well my lord?
657His health, beseech you?
Well, madam.
Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is.
Exceeding pleasant. None a stranger there
1.7.61661So merry and so gamesome; he is called
The Briton Reveler. When he was here
1.7.63664He did incline to sadness and oft-times
Not knowing why. I never saw him sad.
1.7.65667There is a Frenchman his companion, one
1.7.66668An eminent monsieur, that it seems much loves
1.7.68670The thick sighs from him whiles the jolly Briton,
1.7.69671Your lord I mean, laughs from's free lungs, cries, "Oh,
1.7.70672Can my sides hold, to think that man who knows
1.7.71673By history, report, or his own proof
1.7.72674What woman is -- yea, what she cannot choose
1.7.73675But must be, will's free hours languish for
Assurèd bondage?" Will my lord say so?
Aye, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter.
1.7.77680And hear him mock the Frenchman.
681But heavens know
1.7.78Some men are much to blame.
Some men are much to blame. Not he, I hope.
Not he;
684but yet Heaven's bounty towards him might
1.7.80685Be used more thankfully. In himself 'tis much;
1.7.81686In you, which I account his, beyond all talents.
1.7.82687Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too. What do you pity, sir?
Two creatures heartily.
Two creatures heartily. Am I one, sir?
1.7.85692You look on me. What wrack discern you in me
Deserves your pity? Lamentable! What,
1.7.87695To hide me from the radiant sun and solace
I'th' dungeon by a snuff? I pray you, sir,
1.7.89698Deliver with more openness your answers
That others do --
1.7.92701I was about to say, "enjoy your --" but
1.7.93702It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on't. You do seem to know
1.7.95705Something of me or what concerns me; pray you,
1.7.96706Since doubting things go ill often hurts more
1.7.97707Than to be sure they do (for certainties
1.7.98708Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,
1.7.99709The remedy then borne), discover to me
What both you spur and stop. Had I this cheek
1.7.101712To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
1.7.102713Whose every touch would force the feeler's soul
1.7.103714To th' oath of loyalty; this object, which
1.7.104715Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
1.7.105716Firing it only here; should I, damned then,
1.7.106717Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
1.7.107718That mount the Capitol, join grips with hands
1.7.108719Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood as
1.7.111722That's fed with stinking tallow, it were fit
1.7.112723That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt. My lord, I fear,
Has forgot Britain. And himself. Not I
1.7.116729The beggary of his change, but 'tis your graces
1.7.117730That from my mutest conscience to my tongue
Charms this report out. Let me hear no more.
O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
1.7.120734With pity that doth make me sick. A lady
1.7.122736Would make the great'st king double, to be partnered
1.7.123737With tomboys hired with that self exhibition
1.7.124738Which your own coffers yield; with diseased ventures
1.7.126740Which rottenness can lend Nature. Such boiled stuff
1.7.127741As well might poison poison. Be revenged,
1.7.128742Or she that bore you was no queen and you
Revenged?
1.7.131745How should I be revenged? If this be true --
1.7.132746As I have such a heart, that both mine ears
1.7.133747Must not in haste abuse -- if it be true,
How should I be revenged? Should he make me
1.7.135750Live like Diana's priest betwixt cold sheets
1.7.137752In your despite, upon your purse -- revenge it.
1.7.138753I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure,
1.7.139754More noble than that runagate to your bed,
1.7.140755And will continue fast to your affection,
Still close as sure. What ho, Pisanio?
Let me my service tender on your lips.
Away! I do condemn mine ears that have
1.7.144760So long attended thee. If thou wert honorable,
1.7.145761Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
1.7.146762For such an end thou seekst, as base as strange.
1.7.150766Thee and the devil alike. -- What ho, Pisanio? --
1.7.151767The King my father shall be made acquainted
1.7.152768Of thy assault. If he shall think it fit
1.7.157773He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio?
O happy Leonatus, I may say,
1.7.160776Deserves thy trust; and thy most perfect goodness,
1.7.161777Her assured credit. Blessed live you long,
1.7.163779Country called his, and you his mistress, only
1.7.164780For the most worthiest fit. Give me your pardon.
1.7.165781I have spoke this to know if your affiance
1.7.166782Were deeply rooted, and shall make your lord
1.7.167783That which he is, new o'er; and he is one
Half all men's hearts are his. You make amends.
He sits 'mongst men like a descended god;
1.7.173790More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
1.7.174791Most mighty princess, that I have adventured
1.7.175792To try your taking of a false report, which hath
1.7.176793Honored with confirmation your great judgment
1.7.178795Which you know cannot err. The love I bear him
1.7.179796Made me to fan you thus, but the gods made you,
1.7.180797Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray your pardon.
All's well, sir;
799take my power i'th' court for yours.
My humble thanks. I had almost forgot
1.7.183801T'entreat Your Grace but in a small request,
1.7.185803Your lord, myself, and other noble friends
Are partners in the business. Pray what is't?
Some dozen Romans of us and your lord,
1.7.188807The best feather of our wing, have mingled sums
1.7.190809Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
1.7.191810In France. 'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
1.7.192811Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
1.7.193812And I am something curious, being strange,
1.7.194813To have them in safe stowage. May it please you
To take them in protection? Willingly,
1.7.196816And pawn mine honor for their safety; since
1.7.197817My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
In my bedchamber. They are in a trunk
1.7.200821To send them to you, only for this night;
I must aboard tomorrow. Oh, no, no.
Yes, I beseech, or I shall short my word
1.7.204826I crossed the seas on purpose and on promise
To see Your Grace. I thank you for your pains,
But not away tomorrow. Oh, I must, madam;
1.7.207831Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please
1.7.208832To greet your lord with writing, do't tonight.
1.7.209833I have outstood my time, which is material
To th' tender of our present. I will write.
1.7.211836Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept
1.7.212837And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.
Was there ever man had such luck, when I kissed
841the jack, upon an upcast to be hit away? I had a
842hundred pound on't. And then a whoreson jackanapes
843must take me up for swearing as if I borrowed mine
844oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.
What got he by that? You have broke his pate
846with your bowl.
If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would
848have run all out.
When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is
850not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths. Ha?
No, my Lord, nor crop the ears of them.
Whoreson dog. I gave him satisfaction! Would
853he had been one of my rank.
To have smelled like a fool.
I am not vexed more at anything in th'earth. A
856pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am. They dare
857not fight with me because of the Queen my
858mother. Every jack-slave hath his belly full of fighting,
859and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody
860can match.
You are cock and capon too, and you crow,
862cock, with your comb on.
Sayst thou?
It is not fit your lordship should undertake every
865companion that you give offense to.
No, I know that; but it is fit I should commit
867offense to my inferiors.
Aye, it is fit for your lordship only.
Why, so I say.
Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court
871tonight?
A stranger, and I not know on't?
He's a strange fellow himself and knows it not.
There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of
875Leonatus' friends.
Leonatus? A banished rascal, and he's another,
877whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
One of your lordship's pages.
Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no
880derogation in't?
You cannot derogate, my Lord.
Not easily, I think.
You are a fool granted; therefore, your issues,
884being foolish, do not derogate.
Come, I'll go see this Italian. What I have lost
886today at bowls, I'll win tonight of him. Come; go.
I'll attend your lordship.
2.1.28[Exit Clotten or 1 Lord] 2.1.29888That such a crafty devil as is his mother
2.1.30889Should yield the world this ass! A woman that
2.1.31890Bears all down with her brain, and this her son
2.1.32891Cannot take two from twenty for his heart
2.1.33892And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
2.1.34893Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st
2.1.35894Betwixt a father by thy stepdame governed,
2.1.36895A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
2.1.37896More hateful than the foul expulsion is
2.1.38897Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
2.1.39898Of the divorce he'd make. The heavens hold firm
2.1.40899The walls of thy dear honor. Keep unshaked
2.1.41900That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand
2.1.42901T'enjoy thy banished lord and this great land.
2.2.1903Enter Imogen in her bed and a Lady [Helen] Who's there? My woman, Helen?
Who's there? My woman, Helen? Please you, madam.
What hour is it?
What hour is it? Almost midnight, madam.
I have read three hours then.
909Mine eyes are weak;
2.2.5910Fold down the leaf where I have left. To bed.
2.2.6911Take not away the taper; leave it burning;
2.2.7912And if thou canst awake by four o'th' clock,
[Lady exits or sleeps]
I prithee call me. Sleep hath seized me wholly.
2.2.9914To your protection I commend me, gods;
2.2.10915From fairies and the tempters of the night,
The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labored sense
2.2.15919Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus
2.2.16920Did softly press the rushes ere he wakened
2.2.18922How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily,
2.2.19923And whiter than the sheets. That I might touch,
2.2.20924But kiss, one kiss. Rubies unparagoned,
2.2.21925How dearly they do't: 'tis her breathing that
2.2.22926Perfumes the chamber thus. The flame o'th' taper
2.2.23927Bows toward her and would underpeep her lids
2.2.24928To see th'enclosed lights, now canopied
2.2.25929Under these windows, white and azure laced
2.2.26930With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design,
2.2.27931To note the chamber. I will write all down.
2.2.28932Such and such pictures; there the window; such
2.2.29933Th'adornment of her bed; the arras, figures,
2.2.30934Why, such and such; and the contents o'th' story.
2.2.31935Ah, but some natural notes about her body
2.2.33937Would testify, t'enrich mine inventory.
2.2.34938O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her,
2.2.36940Thus in a chapel lying. Come off, come off;
2.2.38941As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard.
2.2.39942'Tis mine, and this will witness outwardly
2.2.40943As strongly as the conscience does within
2.2.41944To th' madding of her lord. On her left breast,
2.2.42945A mole cinq-spotted, like the crimson drops
2.2.43946I'th' bottom of a cowslip. Here's a voucher
2.2.44947Stronger than ever law could make; this secret
2.2.45948Will force him think I have picked the lock and ta'en
2.2.46949The treasure of her honor. No more: to what end?
2.2.47950Why should I write this down that's riveted,
2.2.48951Screwed to my memory? She hath been reading late
2.2.49952The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turned down
2.2.50953Where Philomel gave up. I have enough.
2.2.51954To th' trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
2.2.52955Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning
2.2.53956May bare the raven's eye. I lodge in fear:
2.2.54957Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.
Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the
963most coldest that ever turned up ace.
It would make any man cold to lose.
But not every man patient after the noble temper
966of your lordship: you are most hot and furious when
967you win.
Winning will put any man into courage. If I could get
969this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough. It's
970almost morning, is't not?
Day, my Lord.
I would this music would come. I am
973advised to give her music o' mornings; they say it will
974penetrate.
2.3.9975Come on, tune. If you can penetrate her with your
976fingering, so; we'll try with tongue, too. If none will do, let
977her remain, but I'll never give o'er. First, a very
978excellent good conceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air
979with admirable rich words to it, and then let her
980consider.
2.3.11[Musicians and possibly Clotten] Hark, hark, the lark at Heaven's gate sings,
2.3.14984His steeds to water at those springs
2.3.16986And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes;
2.3.17987With every thing that pretty is, my lady sweet, arise,
989So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will consider your
990music the better; if it do not, it is a voice in her ears
991which horse-hairs and calves' guts nor the voice of
992unpaved eunuch to boot can never amend.
Here comes the King.
I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason
996I was up so early. He cannot choose but take this
997service I have done fatherly. -- Good morrow to Your
998Majesty and to my gracious mother.
Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?
I have assailed her with musics, but she
1002vouchsafes no notice.
The exile of her minion is too new;
2.3.281004She hath not yet forgot him. Some more time
2.3.291005Must wear the print of his remembrance on't,
And then she's yours. You are most bound to th' King,
2.3.321009Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself
2.3.341011With aptness of the season; make denials
2.3.361013You were inspired to do those duties which
2.3.371014You tender to her, that you in all obey her
2.3.381015Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senseless. Senseless? Not so.
So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome;
The one is Caius Lucius. A worthy fellow
2.3.441022But that's no fault of his. We must receive him
2.3.461024And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us,
2.3.471025We must extend our notice. Our dear son,
2.3.481026When you have given good morning to your mistress,
2.3.491027Attend the Queen and us; we shall have need
2.3.51Exeunt [all but Clotten] If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,
2.3.531031Let her lie still and dream. -- By your leave, ho! --
2.3.551033If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
2.3.561034Which buys admittance (oft it doth), yea, and makes
2.3.571035Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
2.3.581036Their deer to th' stand o'th' stealer; and 'tis gold
2.3.591037Which makes the true man killed and saves the thief --
2.3.601038Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man. What
2.3.631041I yet not understand the case myself. --
Who's there that knocks?
Who's there that knocks? A gentleman.
Who's there that knocks? A gentleman. No more?
Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. That's more
2.3.701049Than some whose tailors are as dear as yours
2.3.711050Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?
Your lady's person. Is she ready?
Your lady's person. Is she ready? Aye,
To keep her chamber. There is gold for you;
Sell me your good report. How, my good name?
Good morrow, fairest; Sister, your sweet hand.
Good morrow, sir; you lay out too much pains
2.3.801060For purchasing but trouble. The thanks I give
And scarce can spare them. Still I swear I love you.
If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me;
2.3.841065If you swear still, your recompense is still
That I regard it not. This is no answer.
But that you shall not say I yield, being silent,
2.3.871069I would not speak. I pray you spare me; faith,
2.3.891071To your best kindness. One of your great knowing
2.3.901072Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
To leave you in your madness 'twere my sin;
Fools are not mad folks.
Do you call me fool?
Do you call me fool? As I am mad, I do:
2.3.951078If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
2.3.961079That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,
2.3.981081By being so verbal; and learn now, for all,
2.3.991082That I which know my heart do here pronounce
2.3.1021085To accuse myself -- I hate you, which I had rather
You felt than make't my boast. You sin against
2.3.1051089The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
2.3.1061090One bred of alms and fostered with cold dishes,
2.3.1071091With scraps o'th' court, it is no contract, none.
2.3.1081092And though it be allowed in meaner parties --
2.3.1091093Yet who than he more mean? -- to knit their souls,
2.3.1111095But brats and beggary, in self-figured knot,
2.3.1131097The consequence o'th' crown and must not foil
A pantler -- not so eminent. Profane fellow!
2.3.1181103But what thou art besides, thou wert too base
For being preferred so well. The south fog rot him!
He never can meet more mischance than come
2.3.1251111To be but named of thee. His meanest garment
2.3.1261112That ever hath but clipped his body is dearer
2.3.1271113In my respect than all the hairs above thee,
2.3.1281114Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio?
His garment? Now the devil!
To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently.
His garment?
His garment? 1119Imogen [To Pisanio] I am sprighted with a fool,
2.3.1331120Frighted, and angered worse. Go bid my woman
2.3.1351122Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's. Shrew me
That I kiss aught but he. 'Twill not be lost.
I hope so; go and search.
[Exit Pisanio]
I hope so; go and search. You have abused me.
His meanest garment? Aye, I said so, sir;
2.3.1441134If you will make't an action, call witness to't.
I will inform your father.
I will inform your father. Your mother, too:
2.3.1461137She's my good lady and will conceive, I hope,
Exit
To th' worst of discontent. I'll be revenged:
Fear it not, sir. I would I were so sure
2.4.31145To win the King as I am bold her honor
Will remain hers. What means do you make to him?
Not any, but abide the change of time,
2.4.61149Quake in the present winter's state and wish
2.4.71150That warmer days would come. In these feared hopes
2.4.81151I barely gratify your love; they failing,
Your very goodness and your company
2.4.111154O'erpays all I can do. By this your King
2.4.121155Hath heard of Great Augustus; Caius Lucius
2.4.131156Will do's commission throughly. And I think
2.4.141157He'll grant the tribute, send th'arrearages,
2.4.151158Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance
Is yet fresh in their grief. I do believe,
2.4.171161Statist though I am none, nor like to be,
2.4.181162That this will prove a war, and you shall hear
2.4.201164In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings
2.4.211165Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen
2.4.221166Are men more ordered than when Julius Caesar
2.4.231167Smiled at their lack of skill but found their courage
2.4.241168Worthy his frowning at. Their discipline,
2.4.251169Now wing-led with their courages, will make known
Enter Iachimo
That mend upon the world. See Iachimo.
The swiftest harts have posted you by land,
2.4.291174And winds of all the corners kissed your sails
To make your vessel nimble. Welcome, sir.
I hope the briefness of your answer made
The speediness of your return. Your lady
2.4.331180Is one of the fairest that I have looked upon.
And therewithal the best, or let her beauty
2.4.351182Look through a casement to allure false hearts
And be false with them. Here are letters for you.
Their tenor good, I trust.
Their tenor good, I trust. 'Tis very like.
Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court
When you were there? He was expected then,
But not approached. 1191Posthumus [Aside] All is well yet. --
2.4.411192Sparkles this stone as it was wont, or is't not
Too dull for your good wearing? If I have lost it,
2.4.431195I should have lost the worth of it in gold;
2.4.441196I'll make a journey twice as far t'enjoy
2.4.451197A second night of such sweet shortness which
2.4.461198Was mine in Britain, for the ring is won.
The stone's too hard to come by.
The stone's too hard to come by. Not a whit,
Your lady being so easy. Make not, sir,
2.4.491203Your loss, your sport. I hope you know that we
Must not continue friends. Good sir, we must
2.4.521207The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant
2.4.551210Together with your ring, and not the wronger
By both your wills. If you can make't apparent
2.4.581214That you have tasted her in bed, my hand
2.4.591215And ring is yours. If not, the foul opinion
2.4.601216You had of her pure honor gains or loses
2.4.611217Your sword or mine, or masterless leave both
To who shall find them. Sir, my circumstances
2.4.631220Being so near the truth as I will make them
2.4.641221Must first induce you to believe; whose strength
2.4.651222I will confirm with oath, which I doubt not
2.4.661223You'll give me leave to spare when you shall find
You need it not. Proceed.
You need it not. Proceed. First, her bedchamber,
2.4.691227Where I confess I slept not, but profess
2.4.701228Had that was well worth watching. It was hanged
2.4.711229With tapestry of silk and silver; the story,
2.4.731231And Cydnus swelled above the banks, or for
2.4.741232The press of boats or pride -- a piece of work
2.4.751233So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
2.4.761234In workmanship and value, which I wondered
Since the true life on't was -- This is true,
2.4.791238And this you might have heard of here by me
Or by some other. More particulars
Must justify my knowledge. So they must,
Or do your honor injury. The chimney
2.4.831245Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece,
2.4.841246Chaste Dian, bathing. Never saw I figures
2.4.851247So likely to report themselves. The cutter
2.4.861248Was as another Nature; dumb, outwent her:
Motion and breath left out. This is a thing
2.4.881251Which you might from relation likewise reap,
Being, as it is, much spoke of. The roof o'th' chamber
2.4.901254With golden cherubins is fretted. Her andirons --
2.4.911255I had forgot them -- were two winking Cupids
2.4.921256Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely
Depending on their brands. This is her honor!
2.4.941259Let it be granted you have seen all this (and praise
2.4.951260Be given to your remembrance), the description
The wager you have laid. Then if you can
2.4.981264Be pale, I beg but leave to air this jewel:
[Shows bracelet]
Be pale, I beg but leave to air this jewel: See,
2.4.991265And now 'tis up again. It must be married
To that your diamond. I'll keep them. Jove --
Which I left with her? Sir, I thank her that
2.4.1031271She stripped it from her arm; I see her yet.
And said she prized it once. Maybe she plucked it off
To send it me. She writes so to you? Doth she?
Oh, no, no, no, 'tis true. Here, take this, too;
2.4.1111280Kills me to look on't. Let there be no honor
2.4.1121281Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love,
2.4.1131282Where there's another man. The vows of women
2.4.1141283Of no more bondage be to where they are made
2.4.1151284Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing.
Oh, above measure false! Have patience, sir,
2.4.1191289Who knows if one her women, being corrupted,
Hath stolen it from her. Very true,
2.4.122[Takes bracelet and possibly ring from Iachimo] 2.4.1241294More evident than this, for this was stolen.
By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears.
2.4.1271297'Tis true. Nay, keep the ring; 'tis true. I am sure
2.4.1291299All sworn and honorable: they induced to steal it?
2.4.1321302Is this. She hath bought the name of whore thus dearly.
2.4.1331303There, take thy hire, and all the fiends of hell
2.4.135[Returns bracelet to Iachimo] Sir, be patient.
Of one persuaded well of. Never talk on't:
She hath been colted by him. If you seek
2.4.1401312(Worthy her pressing) lies a mole, right proud
This stain upon her? Aye, and it doth confirm
Were there no more but it. Will you hear more?
Spare your arithmetic;
1322never count the turns:
Once, and a million. I'll be sworn --
Once, and a million. I'll be sworn -- No swearing.
2.4.1501325If you will swear you have not done't, you lie;
Thou'st made me cuckold. I'll deny nothing.
Oh, that I had her here to tear her limb-meal;
2.4.1551330I will go there and do't i'th' court, before
Exit
Her father. I'll do something. Quite besides
2.4.1581334Let's follow him and pervert the present wrath
He hath against himself. With all my heart.
[2.5]
Is there no way for men to be but women
2.5.31339Must be half-workers? We are all bastards,
2.5.51341Did call my father was I know not where
2.5.61342When I was stamped. Some coiner with his tools
2.5.71343Made me a counterfeit, yet my mother seemed
2.5.81344The Dian of that time; so doth my wife
2.5.91345The nonpareil of this. Oh, vengeance, vengeance!
2.5.111347And prayed me oft forbearance, did it with
2.5.141351As chaste as unsunned snow. Oh, all the devils!
2.5.151352This yellow Iachimo in an hour, was't not?
2.5.161353Or less? At first perchance he spoke not but
2.5.181355Cried "Oh" and mounted; found no opposition
2.5.191356But what he looked for should oppose, and she
2.5.201357Should from encounter guard. Could I find out
2.5.211358The woman's part in me -- for there's no motion
2.5.231360It is the woman's part -- be it lying, note it,
2.5.241361The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
2.5.251362Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
2.5.261363Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
2.5.281365All faults that [have a] name, nay, that Hell knows,
1366Why, hers, in part, or all -- but rather all,
2.5.301367They are not constant but are changing still,
2.5.321369Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,
2.5.331370Detest them, curse them, yet 'tis greater skill
2.5.341371In a true hate to pray they have their will:
2.5.351372The very devils cannot plague them better.
3.1.11374Enter in state, Cymbeline, Queen, Clotten, and Lords at 1375one door, and at another, Caius Lucius 1376and Attendants Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us?
When Julius Caesar, whose remembrance yet
3.1.41379Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears and tongues
3.1.51380Be theme and hearing ever, was in this Britain
3.1.61381And conquered it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,
3.1.71382Famous in Caesar's praises no whit less
3.1.81383Than in his feats deserving it, for him
3.1.91384And his succession granted Rome a tribute,
3.1.101385Yearly three thousand pounds, which by thee lately
Is left untendered. And, to kill the marvel,
There be many Caesars
1390ere such another Julius. Britain's a world
1391by itself, and we will nothing pay
1392for wearing our own noses.
That opportunity
3.1.151394Which then they had to take from's, to resume
3.1.181397The natural bravery of your isle, which stands
3.1.201399With oaks unscalable and roaring waters,
3.1.211400With sands that will not bear your enemies' boats
3.1.221401But suck them up to th' topmast. A kind of conquest
3.1.231402Caesar made here, but made not here his brag
3.1.241403Of "came and saw and overcame"; with shame,
3.1.251404The first that ever touched him, he was carried
3.1.261405From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping,
3.1.271406Poor ignorant baubles, on our terrible seas
3.1.281407Like eggshells moved upon their surges, cracked
3.1.291408As easily 'gainst our rocks; for joy whereof
3.1.301409The famed Cassibelan, who was once at point
3.1.311410(O giglet Fortune) to master Caesar's sword,
3.1.321411Made Luds-Town with rejoicing fires bright,
Come, there's no more tribute to be paid. Our
1414kingdom is stronger than it was at that time, and, as I
1415said, there is no more such Caesars. Other of them may have
1416crook'd noses, but to owe such straight arms, none.
Son, let your mother end.
We have yet many among us can grip as hard
1419as Cassibelan; I do not say I am one, but I have a hand.
1420Why tribute? Why should we pay tribute? If
Caesar
1421can hide the sun from us 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.
You must know,
3.1.391426This tribute from us, we were free. Caesar's ambition,
3.1.401427Which swelled so much that it did almost stretch
3.1.411428The sides o'th' world, against all color here
3.1.421429Did put the yoke upon's; which to shake off
3.1.431430Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
3.1.441431Ourselves to be, we do. Say then to Caesar,
3.1.461433Ordained our laws, whose use the sword of Caesar
3.1.471434Hath too much mangled, whose repair and franchise
3.1.481435Shall by the power we hold be our good deed,
3.1.491436Though Rome be therefore angry. Mulmutius made our laws
3.1.501437Who was the first of Britain, which did put
3.1.511438His brows within a golden crown and called
Himself a king. I am sorry, Cymbeline,
3.1.541442(Caesar, that hath more kings his servants than
3.1.561444Receive it from me, then. War and confusion
3.1.571445In Caesar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee; look
3.1.581446For fury not to be resisted. Thus defied,
I thank thee for myself. Thou art welcome, Caius.
3.1.601449Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent
3.1.611450Much under him; of him, I gathered honor,
3.1.631452Behooves me keep at utterance. I am perfect
3.1.651454Their liberties are now in arms, a precedent
3.1.661455Which not to read would show the Britons cold;
So Caesar shall not find them. Let proof speak.
His Majesty bids you welcome. Make
1459pastime with us a day or two, or longer; if you seek us
1460afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our
1461saltwater girdle. If you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you
1462fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for
1463you: and there's an end.
So, sir.
I know your master's pleasure, and he mine;
How? Of adultery? Wherefore write you not
3.2.41471Oh, master, what a strange infection
3.2.51472Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian,
3.2.61473As poisonous-tongued as -handed, hath prevailed
3.2.71474On thy too-ready hearing? Disloyal? No.
3.2.81475She's punished for her truth and undergoes
3.2.91476More goddess-like than wife-like such assaults
3.2.101477As would take in some virtue. Oh, my master,
3.2.121479Thy fortunes. How, that I should murder her
3.2.131480Upon the love and truth and vows which I
3.2.141481Have made to thy command? I, her? Her blood?
3.2.161483Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
3.2.181485So much as this fact comes to? "Do't. The letter
3.2.201487Shall give thee opportunity." O damned paper,
3.2.211488Black as the ink that's on thee, senseless bauble,
3.2.221489Art thou a fedary for this act and lookst
3.2.231490So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.
How now, Pisanio?
Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
Who, thy lord? That is my lord Leonatus?
3.2.301497That knew the stars as I his characters;
3.2.311498He'd lay the future open. You good gods,
3.2.321499Let what is here contained relish of love,
3.2.331500Of my lord's health, of his content -- yet not
3.2.341501That we two are asunder; let that grieve him:
3.2.351502Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them,
3.2.361503For it doth physic love -- of his content
3.2.371504All but in that. Good wax, thy leave; blessed be
3.2.381505You bees that make these locks of counsel. Lovers
3.2.391506And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike;
3.2.401507Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
3.2.411508You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods.
Justice and your father's wrath, should he take me in his
1510dominion, could not be so cruel to me as you, oh, the
1511dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take
1512notice that I am in Cambria at Milford Haven. What your
1513own love will out of this advise you, follow. So he wishes you
1514all happiness that remains loyal to his vow, and your
1515increasing in love.
Leonatus Posthumus
3.2.441516Oh, for a horse with wings! Hearst thou, Pisanio?
3.2.451517He is at Milford Haven. Read, and tell me
3.2.461518How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
3.2.481520Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,
3.2.491521Who longst like me to see thy lord, who longst --
3.2.501522Oh, let me bate -- but not like me; yet longst,
3.2.521524For mine's beyond, beyond. Say, and speak thick
3.2.531525(Love's counselor should fill the bores of hearing
3.2.541526To th' smothering of the sense) how far it is
3.2.551527To this same blessed Milford. And by th' way
3.2.571529T'inherit such a haven. But first of all,
3.2.581530How we may steal from hence, and for the gap
3.2.591531That we shall make in time from our hence-going
3.2.601532And our return to excuse -- but first, how get hence.
3.2.621534We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee speak:
3.2.631535How many score of miles may we well ride
'Twixt hour and hour? One score 'twixt sun and sun,
3.2.651538Madam, 's enough for you, and too much too.
Why, one that rode to's execution, man,
3.2.671540Could never go so slow. I have heard of riding wagers
3.2.681541Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
3.2.691542That run i'th' clock's behalf. But this is foolery.
3.2.711544She'll home to her father; and provide me presently
3.2.721545A riding suit no costlier than would fit
A franklin's housewife. Madam, you're best consider.
I see before me, man, nor here, nor here,
3.2.761550That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee;
3.2.771551Do as I bid thee. There's no more to say:
3.3.11554Enter Belarius [as Morgan], Guiderius [as Polydore], and Arviragus [as Cadwal] A goodly day not to keep house with such
3.3.31556Whose roof's as low as ours. Stoop, boys; this gate
3.3.41557Instructs you how t'adore the heavens and bows you
3.3.51558To a morning's holy office. The gates of monarchs
3.3.61559Are arched so high that giants may jet through
3.3.71560And keep their impious turbans on without
3.3.81561Good morrow to the sun. Hail thou, fair Heaven:
3.3.91562We house i'th' rock yet use thee not so hardly
As prouder livers do. Hail, Heaven.
As prouder livers do. Hail, Heaven. Hail, Heaven.
Now for our mountain sport: up to yond hill;
3.3.131567Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider,
3.3.151569That it is place which lessens and sets off,
3.3.161570And you may then revolve what tales I have told you
3.3.171571Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war.
3.3.181572This service is not service so being done,
3.3.201574Draws us a profit from all things we see,
3.3.231577Than is the full-winged eagle. Oh, this life
3.3.261580Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk:
3.3.271581Such gain the cap of him that makes him fine
3.3.281582Yet keeps his book uncrossed. No life to ours!
Out of your proof you speak; we poor unfledged
3.3.301584Have never winged from view o'th' nest, nor knows not
3.3.311585What air's from home. Haply this life is best
3.3.331587That have a sharper known, well corresponding
To stride a limit. What should we speak of
3.3.381593When we are old as you, when we shall hear
3.3.391594The rain and wind beat dark December? How
3.3.401595In this our pinching cave shall we discourse
3.3.411596The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing;
3.3.421597We are beastly: subtle as the fox for prey,
3.3.431598Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat.
3.3.441599Our valor is to chase what flies; our cage
3.3.451600We make a choir as doth the prisoned bird,
And sing our bondage freely. How you speak!
3.3.481604And felt them knowingly: the art o'th' court,
3.3.491605As hard to leave as keep, whose top to climb
3.3.511607The fear's as bad as falling; the toil o'th' war,
3.3.521608A pain that only seems to seek out danger
3.3.531609I'th' name of fame and honor which dies i'th' search,
3.3.551611As record of fair act -- nay, many times
3.3.561612Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,
3.3.571613Must curtsey at the censure. O boys, this story
3.3.581614The world may read in me: my body's marked
3.3.591615With Roman swords, and my report was once
3.3.601616First, with the best of note. Cymbeline loved me,
3.3.611617And when a soldier was the theme, my name
3.3.631619Whose boughs did bend with fruit. But in one night,
3.3.641620A storm or robbery, call it what you will,
3.3.651621Shook down my mellow hangings -- nay, my leaves --
And left me bare to weather. Uncertain favor.
My fault being nothing, as I have told you oft,
3.3.681625But that two villains, whose false oaths prevailed
3.3.691626Before my perfect honor, swore to Cymbeline
3.3.711628Followed my banishment, and this twenty years
3.3.721629This rock and these demesnes have been my world,
3.3.731630Where I have lived at honest freedom, paid
3.3.751632The fore-end of my time. But up to th' mountains!
3.3.761633This is not hunters' language. He that strikes
3.3.771634The venison first shall be the Lord o'th' Feast;
3.3.791636And we will fear no poison, which attends
3.3.82Exeunt [Guiderius and Arviragus] 3.3.831639How hard it is to hide the sparks of Nature!
3.3.841640These boys know little they are sons to th' King,
3.3.851641Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive.
3.3.861642They think they are mine,
1643and though trained up thus meanly
3.3.871644I'th' cave, wherein the bow their thoughts do hit
3.3.881645The roofs of palaces, and Nature prompts them
3.3.891646In simple and low things to prince it much
3.3.901647Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,
3.3.921649The King his father called Guiderius. Jove!
3.3.931650When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell
3.3.941651The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out
3.3.951652Into my story: say, "Thus mine enemy fell,
3.3.961653And thus I set my foot on's neck," even then
3.3.971654The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats,
3.3.981655Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in posture
3.3.991656That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal,
3.3.1011658Strikes life into my speech and shows much more
3.3.1021659His own conceiving. Hark, the game is roused!
3.3.1051662At three and two years old I stole these babes,
3.3.1081665Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mother,
3.3.1111668They take for natural father. The game is up.
Thou toldst me when we came from horse the place
3.4.31672Was near at hand. Ne'er longed my mother so
3.4.41673To see me first as I have now. Pisanio, man,
3.4.51674Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind
3.4.61675That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh
3.4.71676From th'inward of thee? One but painted thus
3.4.81677Would be interpreted a thing perplexed
3.4.91678Beyond self-explication. Put thyself
3.4.111680Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter?
3.4.12[Pisanio offers letter to Imogen] 3.4.151683Smile to't before; if winterly, thou needst
[Takes letter]
But keep that countenance still. My husband's hand?
3.4.171685That drug-damned Italy hath out-craftied him,
3.4.181686And he's at some hard point. Speak, man: thy tongue
3.4.191687May take off some extremity which to read
Would be even mortal to me. Please you read,
3.4.211690And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing
Reads
What shall I need to draw my sword? The paper
3.4.251704Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander,
3.4.261705Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
3.4.271706Out-venoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
3.4.281707Rides on the posting winds and doth belie
3.4.291708All corners of the world. Kings, queens, and states,
3.4.301709Maids, matrons -- nay, the secrets of the grave
3.4.311710This viperous slander enters. -- What cheer, madam?
False to his bed? What is it to be false?
3.4.331712To lie in watch there and to think on him?
3.4.341713To weep 'twixt clock and clock if Sleep charge Nature
3.4.361715And cry myself awake? That's false to's bed, is it?
Alas, good lady.
I, false? Thy conscience witness. Iachimo,
3.4.401719Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks
3.4.411720Thy favor's good enough. Some jay of Italy
3.4.421721Whose mother was her painting hath betrayed him.
3.4.431722Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion,
3.4.441723And for I am richer than to hang by th' walls,
3.4.451724I must be ripped: to pieces with me. Oh!
3.4.461725Men's vows are women's traitors. All good seeming
3.4.471726By thy revolt, o husband, shall be thought
3.4.481727Put on for villainy; not born where't grows,
But worn a bait for ladies. Good madam, hear me.
True honest men being heard, like false Aeneas,
3.4.511731Were in his time thought false; and Sinon's weeping
Posthumus,
3.4.551735Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjured
3.4.561736From thy great fail. Come, fellow; be thou honest.
3.4.571737Do thou thy master's bidding. When thou seest him,
3.4.591739I draw the sword myself; take it and hit
3.4.601740The innocent mansion of my love, my heart.
3.4.611741Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief.
3.4.631743The riches of it. Do his bidding; strike.
3.4.641744Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause,
But now thou seemst a coward. Hence, vile instrument;
Thou shalt not damn my hand. Why, I must die,
3.4.681750No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter
3.4.701752That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart.
3.4.711753Something's afoot! Soft, soft; we'll no defense,
3.4.751757Corrupters of my faith. You shall no more
3.4.761758Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools
3.4.771759Believe false teachers. Though those that are betrayed
3.4.781760Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
3.4.791761Stands in worse case of woe. And thou, Posthumus,
3.4.801762That didst set up my disobedience 'gainst the King
3.4.811763My father and makes me put into contempt the suits
3.4.821764Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
3.4.841766A strain of rareness; and I grieve myself
3.4.851767To think when thou shalt be disedged by her
3.4.871769Will then be panged by me. Prithee, dispatch,
3.4.881770The lamb entreats the butcher. Where's thy knife?
3.4.891771Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding
When I desire it too. Oh, gracious lady,
3.4.911774Since I received command to do this business,
I have not slept one wink. Do't, and to bed then.
I'll wake mine eyeballs first.
I'll wake mine eyeballs first. Wherefore then
3.4.941779Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused
3.4.951780So many miles with a pretense? This place?
3.4.961781Mine action and thine own? Our horses' labor?
3.4.971782The time inviting thee? The perturbed court
3.4.991784Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far
3.4.1001785To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand,
Th'elected deer before thee? But to win time
Hear me with patience. Talk thy tongue weary; speak.
3.4.1061793Therein false struck can take no greater wound
Nor tent to bottom that. But speak. Then, madam,
I thought you would not back again. Most like,
Bringing me here to kill me. Not so, neither.
3.4.1121802But that my master is abused. Some villain --
3.4.1131803Aye, and singular in his art -- hath done you both
Some Roman courtesan?
Some Roman courtesan? No, on my life.
3.4.1161807I'll give but notice you are dead and send him
3.4.1181809I should do so; you shall be missed at court,
And that will well confirm it. Why, good fellow,
3.4.1201812What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live?
Dead to my husband? If you'll back to th' court . . .
No court, no father, nor no more ado
3.4.1251818That Clotten, whose lovesuit hath been to me
As fearful as a siege. If not at court,
Then not in Britain must you bide. Where then?
3.4.1281823Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night,
3.4.1291824Are they not but in Britain? I'th' world's volume
3.4.1311826In a great pool, a swan's nest. Prithee think
There's livers out of Britain. I am most glad
3.4.1381834But by self-danger, you should tread a course
3.4.1401836The residence of Posthumus; so nigh, at least,
3.4.1411837That though his actions were not visible, yet
As truly as he moves. Oh, for such means,
I would adventure. Well, then, here's the point:
3.4.1491847Woman it pretty self, into a waggish courage,
You made great Juno angry. Nay, be brief.
A man already. First, make yourself but like one.
3.4.1611861('Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all
3.4.1621862That answer to them; would you in their serving,
3.4.1641864From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
3.4.1651865Present yourself, desire his service, tell him
3.4.1661866Wherein you're happy, which will make him know,
3.4.1671867If that his head have ear in music, doubtless
3.4.1681868With joy he will embrace you, for he's honorable
3.4.1691869And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad:
Beginning nor supplyment. Thou art all the comfort
3.4.1731874There's more to be considered, but we'll even
3.4.1741875All that good time will give us. This attempt
Well, madam, we must take a short farewell,
3.4.1791880Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
[Gives box to Imogen]
Here is a box. I had it from the Queen.
3.4.1811882What's in't is precious: if you are sick at sea
Direct you to the best. Amen; I thank thee.
Thus far, and so farewell.
Thus far, and so farewell. Thanks, royal sir.
3.5.31893My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence,
3.5.41894And am right sorry that I must report ye
My master's enemy. Our subjects, sir,
3.5.61897Will not endure his yoke, and for ourself
3.5.71898To show less sovereignty than they must needs
Appear unkinglike. So, sir. I desire of you
3.5.91901A conduct over land to Milford Haven.
3.5.101902Madam, all joy befall Your Grace -- and you.
My Lords, you are appointed for that office;
So farewell, noble Lucius. 1906Lucius [To Clotten] Your hand, my Lord.
Receive it friendly, but from this time forth
I wear it as your enemy. Sir, the event
3.5.161910Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well.
Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords,
3.5.181912Till he have crossed the Severn. Happiness.
3.5.19[Exeunt] Lucius [and Lords] He goes hence frowning, but it honors us
That we have given him cause. 'Tis all the better;
3.5.221916Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor
3.5.241918How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely
3.5.251919Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness:
3.5.261920The powers that he already hath in Gallia
3.5.271921Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves
His war for Britain. 'Tis not sleepy business
3.5.291924But must be looked to speedily and strongly.
Our expectation that it would be thus
3.5.311926Hath made us forward. But, my gentle Queen,
3.5.321927Where is our daughter? She hath not appeared
3.5.331928Before the Roman, nor to us hath tendered
3.5.351930A thing more made of malice than of duty;
3.5.361931We have noted it. -- Call her before us, for
[Exit a Messenger]
We have been too slight in sufferance. Royal sir,
3.5.381934Since the exile of Posthumus, most retired
3.5.391935Hath her life been, the cure whereof, my Lord,
3.5.401936'Tis time must do. Beseech Your Majesty,
3.5.411937Forbear sharp speeches to her. She's a lady
3.5.421938So tender of rebukes that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her. Where is she, sir? How
Can her contempt be answered? Please you, sir,
3.5.451944Her chambers are all locked, and there's no answer
3.5.461945That will be given to th' loud of noise we make.
My Lord, when last I went to visit her,
3.5.481947She prayed me to excuse her keeping close,
3.5.501949She should that duty leave unpaid to you
3.5.511950Which daily she was bound to proffer. This
3.5.521951She wished me to make known, but our great court
Made me to blame in memory. Her doors locked?
3.5.541954Not seen of late? Grant heavens, that which I
Exit
Fear prove false. Son, I say, follow the King.
That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant,
I have not seen these two days. Go, look after.
Posthumus,
3.5.601961He hath a drug of mine; I pray his absence
3.5.611962Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes
3.5.621963It is a thing most precious. But for her,
3.5.631964Where is she gone? Haply despair hath seized her,
3.5.641965Or, winged with fervor of her love, she's flown
3.5.671968Can make good use of either. She being down,
3.5.681969I have the placing of the British crown.
How now, my son? 'Tis certain she is fled.
3.5.711973Go in and cheer the King. He rages; none
Dare come about him. All the better: may
3.5.731976This night forestall him of the coming day.
I love and hate her. For she's fair and royal
3.5.761978And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
3.5.771979Than lady, ladies, woman, from every one
3.5.781980The best she hath, and she of all compounded
3.5.791981Outsells them all, I love her therefore; but
3.5.811983The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment
3.5.821984That what's else rare is choked, and in that point
3.5.831985I will conclude to hate her; nay, indeed,
3.5.841986To be revenged upon her, for when fools shall --
3.5.861988Who is here? What, are you packing, sirrah?
3.5.871989Come hither. Ah, you precious pander, villain,
Thou art straightway with the fiends. Oh, good my Lord!
Where is thy lady? Or, by Jupiter,
3.5.921995I'll have this secret from thy heart or rip
3.5.931996Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus,
3.5.941997From whose so many weights of baseness cannot
A dram of worth be drawn? Alas, my Lord,
3.5.962000How can she be with him? When was she missed?
He is in Rome. Where is she, sir? Come nearer.
Oh, my all-worthy Lord!
Oh, my all-worthy Lord! All-worthy villain,
Thy condemnation and thy death. Then, sir,
[Gives letter]
Touching her flight. Let's see't. I will pursue her
Even to Augustus' throne. 2016Pisanio [Aside] Or this or perish.
3.5.1082017She's far enough, and what he learns by this
May prove his travel, not her danger. Hum.
I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen,
Sirrah, is this letter true?
Sirrah, is this letter true? Sir, as I think.
It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou
2025wouldst not be a villain but do me true service,
2026undergo those employments wherein I should have cause to use
2027thee with a serious industry -- that is, what villainy soe'er I
2028bid thee do, to perform it directly and truly -- I would
2029think thee an honest man. Thou shouldst neither want
2030my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy
2031preferment.
Well, my good Lord.
Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and
2034constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that
2035beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of
2036gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve
2037me?
Sir, I will.
Give me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast any
2040of thy late master's garments in thy possession?
I have, my Lord, at my lodging the same
2042suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and
2043mistress.
The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit
2045hither; let it be thy first service. Go.
I shall, my Lord.
Meet thee at Milford Haven -- I forgot to ask
2048him one thing; I'll remember't anon -- even there, thou
2049villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these
2050garments were come. She said upon a time (the bitterness
2051of it I now belch from my heart) that she held the very
2052garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble
2053and natural person, together with the adornment of
2054my qualities. With that suit upon my back will I
2055ravish her -- first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see
2056my valor, which will then be a torment to her contempt.
2057He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his
2058dead body, and when my lust hath dined (which, as I
2059say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so
2060praised), to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home
2061again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be
2062merry in my revenge.
3.5.1232063Enter Pisanio [with a suit of Posthumus' clothes] Aye, my noble Lord.
How long is't since she went to Milford Haven?
She can scarce be there yet.
Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is
2069the second thing that I have commanded thee. The third
2070is that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be
2071but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to
2072thee. My revenge is now at Milford; would I had wings
2073to follow it! Come, and be true.
Thou bidst me to my loss, for true to thee
3.5.1332077And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow,
3.5.1342078You heavenly blessings, on her. This fool's speed
3.5.1352079Be crossed with slowness; labor be his meed.
I see a man's life is a tedious one:
3.6.32083I have tired myself, and for two nights together
3.6.42084Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick
3.6.52085But that my resolution helps me. Milford,
3.6.62086When from the mountaintop Pisanio showed thee,
3.6.72087Thou wast within a ken. O Jove, I think
3.6.82088Foundations fly the wretched: such, I mean,
3.6.92089Where they should be relieved. Two beggars told me
3.6.102090I could not miss my way. Will poor folks lie
3.6.112091That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis
3.6.132093When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fullness
3.6.142094Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood
3.6.152095Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord,
3.6.162096Thou art one o'th' false ones -- now I think on thee
[Sees cave]
At point to sink for food. But what is this?
3.6.192099Here is a path to't; 'tis some savage hold.
3.6.202100I were best not call; I dare not call; yet famine
3.6.212101Ere clean it o'erthrow nature makes it valiant.
3.6.222102Plenty and peace breeds cowards; hardness ever
3.6.242104If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage,
3.6.252105Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I'll enter.
3.6.272107But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
3.6.302110Enter Belarius [as Morgan], Guiderius [as Polydore], and Arviragus [as Cadwal] You, Polydore, have proved best woodman and
3.6.332113Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match.
3.6.352115But for the end it works to. Come, our stomachs
3.6.362116Will make what's homely, savory: weariness
3.6.372117Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
3.6.382118Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here,
Poor house, that keepst thyself. I am throughly weary.
I am weak with toil yet strong in appetite.
There is cold meat i'th' cave; we'll browse on that
[Belarius looks into or begins to go into the cave]
Whilst what we have killed be cooked. Stay; come not in.
3.6.432125But that it eats our victuals, I should think
Here were a fairy. What's the matter, sir?
By Jupiter, an angel! Or, if not,
Good masters, harm me not.
3.6.502133Before I entered here, I called, and thought
3.6.512134To have begged or bought what I have took. Good troth,
3.6.522135I have stolen nought, nor would not, though I had found
3.6.532136Gold strewed i'th' floor. Here's money for my meat;
3.6.542137I would have left it on the board so soon
With prayers for the provider. Money, youth?
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
Who worship dirty gods. I see you're angry.
3.6.602145Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died had I not made it. Whither bound?
To Milford Haven.
What's your name?
Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who
3.6.652151Is bound for Italy; he embarked at Milford,
3.6.662152To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fallen in this offense. Prithee, fair youth,
3.6.682155Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds
3.6.692156By this rude place we live in. Well encountered.
3.6.702157'Tis almost night; you shall have better cheer
3.6.712158Ere you depart, and thanks to stay and eat it.
Were you a woman, youth,
3.6.742161I should woo hard but be your groom, in honesty;
I bid for you as I do buy. I'll make't my comfort
3.6.762164He is a man. I'll love him as my brother,
3.6.782166After long absence, such is yours. Most welcome:
3.6.792167Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. 'Mongst friends,
3.6.802169If brothers.
[Aside] Would it had been so, that they
3.6.812170Had been my father's sons; then had my prize
[Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus speak apart]
To thee, Posthumus. He wrings at some distress.
Would I could free't.
Would I could free't. Or I, whate'er it be,
What pain it cost, what danger. Gods! Hark, boys.
3.6.86[Belarius whispers to Guiderius and Arviragus] Great men
3.6.882179That had a court no bigger than this cave,
3.6.892180That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
3.6.902181Which their own conscience sealed them, laying by
3.6.912182That nothing-gift of differing, multitudes
3.6.922183Could not outpeer these twain. Pardon me, gods;
3.6.932184I'd change my sex to be companion with them
Since Leonatus false. 2186Belarius [Aloud] It shall be so.
3.6.952187Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. -- Fair youth, come in.
3.6.962188Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supped,
3.6.972189We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak it. Pray draw near.
The night to th'
2193owl and morn to th' lark less welcome.
Thanks, sir.
Thanks, sir. I pray draw near.
3.7.12197Enter two Roman Senators and Tribunes This is the tenor of the emperor's writ:
3.7.32199That since the common men are now in action
3.7.42200'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians,
3.7.52201And that the legions now in Gallia are
3.7.62202Full weak to undertake our wars against
3.7.72203The fallen-off Britons, that we do incite
3.7.82204The gentry to this business. He creates
3.7.92205Lucius proconsul, and to you the tribunes,
3.7.112207His absolute commission. Long live Caesar!
Is Lucius general of the forces?
Is Lucius general of the forces? Aye.
Remaining now in Gallia?
Remaining now in Gallia? With those legions
3.7.142212Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
3.7.152213Must be suppliant. The words of your commission
3.7.162214Will tie you to the numbers and the time
Of their dispatch. We will discharge our duty.
I am near to th' place where they should meet
2220if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments
2221serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him
2222that made the tailor, not be fit, too? The rather (saving
2223reverence of the word) for 'tis said a woman's fitness
2224comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman: I dare
2225speak it to myself, for it is not vainglory for a man
2226and his glass to confer in his own chamber. I mean,
2227the lines of my body are as well drawn as his, no less
2228young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes,
2229beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in
2230birth, alike conversant in general services, and more
2231remarkable in single oppositions, yet this imperseverant
2232thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is?
2233Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy
2234shoulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistress
2235enforced, thy garments cut to pieces before thy face; and,
2236all this done, spurn her home to her father, who may,
2237haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage, but my
2238mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all
2239into my commendations. My horse is tied up safe; out,
2240sword, and to a sore purpose. Fortune put them into my
2241hand; this is the very description of their meeting place
2242and the fellow dares not deceive me.
4.2.12244Enter Belarius [as Morgan], Guiderius [as Polydore], Arviragus [as Cadwal], and 2245Imogen [as Fidele] from the cave You are not well. Remain here in the cave;
We'll come to you after hunting. 2248Arviragus [To Imogen] Brother, stay here.
Are we not brothers? So man and man should be. --
4.2.62251But clay and clay differs in dignity
4.2.72252Whose dust is both alike. -- I am very sick.
4.2.82253Guiderius [To Belarius and Arviragus] Go you to hunting; I'll abide with him.
So sick I am not, yet I am not well,
4.2.112256To seem to die ere sick. So please you, leave me.
4.2.122257Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom
4.2.132258Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
4.2.162261Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here;
4.2.172262I'll rob none but myself, and let me die,
Stealing so poorly. I love thee. I have spoke it;
4.2.192265How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my father. What? How, how?
If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
4.2.222269In my good brother's fault. I know not why
4.2.232270I love this youth, and I have heard you say
4.2.242271Love's reason's without reason. The bier at door
4.2.252272And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say
My father, not this youth. 2274Belarius [Aside] Oh, noble strain!
4.2.272275O worthiness of Nature, breed of greatness!
4.2.282276"Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base;
4.2.292277Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace."
4.2.302278I'm not their father, yet who this should be
4.2.312279Doth miracle itself, loved before me. --
'Tis the ninth hour o'th' morn. Brother, farewell.
I wish ye sport.
I wish ye sport. You, health. --
[To Belarius]
I wish ye sport. You, health. -- So please you, sir.
These are kind creatures.
2285Gods, what lies I have heard:
4.2.352286Our courtiers say all's savage but at court;
4.2.372288Th'imperious seas breeds monsters; for the dish,
I'll now taste of thy drug. 2292Guiderius [To Belarius and Arviragus] I could not stir him.
Thus did he answer me, yet said hereafter
I might know more. To th' field, to th' field. -- [To Imogen]
4.2.452298We'll leave you for this time; go in and rest.
We'll not be long away.
We'll not be long away. Pray be not sick,
For you must be our housewife. Well or ill,
Exit [to the cave]
I am bound to you. And shalt be ever.
4.2.492305This youth, howe'er distressed, appears he hath had
Good ancestors. How angel-like he sings!
But his neat cookery!
2309He cut our roots in characters
4.2.522310And sauc'd our broths as Juno had been sick
And he her dieter. Nobly he yokes
4.2.552314Was that it was for not being such a smile;
4.2.562315The smile mocking the sigh that it would fly
With winds that sailors rail at. I do note
4.2.592319That grief and patience rooted in them both
Mingle their spurs together. Grow patient,
4.2.612322And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
4.2.622323His perishing root with the increasing vine.
It is great morning. Come away. -- Who's there?
I cannot find those runagates; that villain
Hath mocked me. I am faint. 2328Belarius [To Guiderius and Arviragus] Those runagates?
4.2.672329Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis
4.2.682330Clotten, the son o'th' Queen. I fear some ambush.
4.2.702332I know 'tis he. We are held as outlaws. Hence!
He is but one. You and my brother search
4.2.722334What companies are near. Pray you, away;
[Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus]
Let me alone with him. 2336Clotten [Clotten notices them] Soft; what are you
4.2.742337That fly me thus? Some villain mountaineers?
4.2.752338I have heard of such. What slave art thou?
I have heard of such. What slave art thou? A thing
A slave without a knock. Thou art a robber,
4.2.782343A law-breaker, a villain; yield thee, thief.
To who? To thee? What art thou? Have not I
4.2.812346Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not
4.2.822347My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art,
Why I should yield to thee. Thou villain base,
Knowst me not by my clothes? No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
4.2.852352Who is thy grandfather. He made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee. Thou precious varlet,
My tailor made them not. Hence then, and thank
4.2.882357The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool;
I am loath to beat thee. Thou injurious thief,
Hear but my name and tremble. What's thy name?
Clotten, thou villain.
"Clotten thou double villain" be thy name,
4.2.932364I cannot tremble at it. Were it toad or adder, spider,
'Twould move me sooner. To thy further fear,
4.2.952367Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
I am son to th' Queen. I am sorry for't, not seeming
So worthy as thy birth. Art not afeard?
Those that I reverence, those I fear: the wise;
At fools I laugh, not fear them. Die the death!
4.2.1022377And on the gates of Luds-Town set your heads.
No company's abroad?
None in the world. You did mistake him sure.
I cannot tell. Long is it since I saw him,
4.2.1092383But time hath nothing blurred those lines of favor
4.2.1102384Which then he wore. The snatches in his voice
4.2.1112385And burst of speaking were as his: I am absolute
'Twas very Clotten. In this place we left them.
You say he is so fell. Being scarce made up,
2394Enter Guiderius [with Clotten's head] Is oft the cause of fear. 2395But see thy brother.
This Clotten was a fool, an empty purse;
4.2.1202398Could have knocked out his brains, for he had none;
My head as I do his. What hast thou done?
I am perfect what: cut off one Clotten's head,
4.2.1252404Who called me traitor, mountaineer, and swore
4.2.1272406Displace our heads where, thanks the gods, they grow
And set them on Luds-Town. We are all undone.
Why, worthy father, what have we to lose
4.2.1302410But that he swore to take, our lives? The law
4.2.1312411Protects not us; then why should we be tender
4.2.1322412To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us,
Discover you abroad? No single soul
4.2.1372418He must have some attendants. Though his honor
4.2.1402421Not absolute madness could so far have raved
4.2.1432424Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time
4.2.1442425May make some stronger head; the which, he hearing,
4.2.1452426As it is like him, might break out and swear
4.2.1482429Or they so suffering. Then on good ground we fear
More perilous than the head. Let ord'nance
My brother hath done well. I had no mind
Did make my way long forth. With his own sword
4.2.1552439Which he did wave against my throat I have ta'en
4.2.1562440His head from him. I'll throw't into the creek
4.2.1582442And tell the fishes he's the Queen's son, Clotten;
Exit
That's all I reck. I fear 'twill be revenged.
4.2.1602445Would, Polydore, thou hadst not done't, though valor
Becomes thee well enough. Would I had done't,
4.2.1642450Thou hast robbed me of this deed. I would revenges
4.2.1652451That possible strength might meet would seek us through
And put us to our answer. Well, 'tis done.
4.2.1672454We'll hunt no more today, nor seek for danger
4.2.1682455Where there's no profit. I prithee to our rock:
To dinner presently. Poor, sick Fidele.
Exit
And praise myself for charity. O thou goddess,
4.2.1752464Thou divine Nature, thou thyself thou blazonst
4.2.1762465In these two princely boys: they are as gentle
4.2.1782467Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough,
4.2.1792468Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind
4.2.1822471That an invisible instinct should frame them
4.2.1862475As if it had been sowed. Yet still it's strange
Or what his death will bring us. Where's my brother?
4.2.1892480I have sent Clotten's clot-pole down the stream
4.2.1902481In embassy to his mother; his body's hostage
Solemn music
For his return. My ingenious instrument:
4.2.1922484Hark, Polydore, it sounds; but what occasion
Is he at home?
Is he at home? He went hence even now.
What does he mean?
2489Since death of my dear'st mother
Look, here he comes,
Of what we blame him for. The bird is dead
4.2.2062502Have skipped from sixteen years of age to sixty,
4.2.2072503To have turned my leaping time into a crutch
Than have seen this. O sweetest, fairest lily,
4.2.2092506My brother wears thee not the one half so well
As when thou grewst thyself. O melancholy,
4.2.2122510The ooze to show what coast thy sluggish care
4.2.2132511Might easil'est harbor in. Thou blessèd thing,
4.2.2142512Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I,
How found you him? Stark, as you see;
4.2.2182516Thus smiling as some fly had tickled slumber,
4.2.2192517Not as death's dart being laughed at, his right cheek
Reposing on a cushion. Where?
Reposing on a cushion. Where? O'th' floor,
4.2.2222521His arms thus leagued; I thought he slept and put
4.2.2232522My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness
Answered my steps too loud. Why, he but sleeps.
4.2.2262526With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,
And worms will not come to thee. With fairest flowers
4.2.2282529Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele,
4.2.2292530I'll sweeten thy sad grave; thou shalt not lack
4.2.2302531The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor
4.2.2332534Outsweetened not thy breath. The ruddock would
4.2.2352536Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie
4.2.2372538Yea, and furred moss besides. When flowers are none
To winter-ground thy corpse -- Prithee have done,
4.2.2392541And do not play in wench-like words with that
Is now due debt. To th' grave. Say, where shall's lay him?
By good Euriphile, our mother.
By good Euriphile, our mother. Be't so,
4.2.2452549Have got the mannish crack, sing him to th' ground
4.2.2462550As once to our mother, use like note and words,
Save that "Euriphile" must be "Fidele." Cadwal,
4.2.2482553I cannot sing; I'll weep and word it with thee,
Than priests and fanes that lie. We'll speak it, then.
Great griefs, I see, med'cine the less, for Clotten
4.2.2522558Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys,
4.2.2542560He was paid for that. Though mean and mighty rotting
4.2.2562562That angel of the world, doth make distinction
4.2.2572563Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely,
4.2.2582564And though you took his life as being our foe,
Yet bury him as a prince. Pray you, fetch him hither;
When neither are alive. If you'll go fetch him,
[Exit Belarius]
We'll say our song the whilst. Brother, begin.
Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to th'east;
My father hath a reason for't. 'Tis true.
Come on, then, and remove him.
Come on, then, and remove him. So, begin.
Guiderius
Fear no more the heat o'th' sun,
Fear no more the frown o'th' great;
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor th'all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan.
All lovers young, all lovers must
No exorciser harm thee,
Nor no witchcraft charm thee;
Ghost unlaid forbear thee;
Nothing ill come near thee;
Quiet consummation have,
We have done our obsequies;
2603come, lay him down.
Here's a few flowers, but 'bout midnight more;
4.2.2942605The herbs that have on them cold dew o'th' night
4.2.2952606Are strewings fitt'st for graves: upon their faces. --
4.2.2972608These herblets shall, which we upon you strew. --
4.2.2992610The ground that gave them first has them again.
4.2.3002611Their pleasures here are past, so are their pain.
2613Yes, sir, to Milford Haven, which is the way?
4.2.3042614I thank you. By yond bush? Pray, how far thither?
4.2.3062616I have gone all night. Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.
4.2.3082617But soft; no bedfellow! Oh, gods and goddesses!
4.2.3092618These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;
4.2.3102619This bloody man, the care on't. I hope I dream,
4.2.3122621And cook to honest creatures. But 'tis not so:
4.2.3132622'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
4.2.3142623Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes
4.2.3152624Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,
4.2.3192628The dream's here still. Even when I wake it is
4.2.3202629Without me as within me; not imagined, felt.
4.2.3222631I know the shape of's leg; this is his hand,
4.2.3242633The brawns of Hercules, but his Jovial face --
4.2.3282637Conspired with that irregulous devil Clotten,
4.2.3292638Hast here cut off my lord. To write and read
4.2.3312640Hath with his forgèd letters (damned Pisanio!)
4.2.3342643Where is thy head? Where's that? Ay me! Where's that?
4.2.3362645And left this head on. How should this be, Pisanio?
4.2.3372646'Tis he and Clotten; malice and lucre in them
4.2.3382647Have laid this woe here. Oh, 'tis pregnant, pregnant!
4.2.3392648The drug he gave me, which he said was precious
4.2.3412650Murderous to th' senses? That confirms it home:
4.2.3452654Which chance to find us. Oh, my lord! My lord!
4.2.3472655Enter Lucius, [Roman] Captains, and a Soothsayer To them the legions garrisoned in Gallia,
4.2.3492657After your will, have crossed the sea, attending
They are here in readiness. But what from Rome?
The senate hath stirred up the confiners
4.2.3532662And gentlemen of Italy, most willing spirits
Sienna's brother. When expect you them?
With the next benefit o'th' wind.
With the next benefit o'th' wind. This forwardness
4.2.3582669Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers
4.2.3592670Be mustered; bid the captains look to't. Now, sir,
4.2.3602671What have you dreamed of late of this war's purpose?
Last night, the very gods showed me a vision
4.2.3622673(I fast and prayed for their intelligence) thus:
4.2.3642675From the spongy south to this part of the west,
4.2.3652676There vanished in the sunbeams, which portends,
Success to th' Roman host. Dream often so,
4.2.3682680And never false. --
[Sees the body] Soft ho, what trunk is here,
4.2.3692681Without his top? The ruin speaks that sometime
4.2.3712683Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather,
Let's see the boy's face. He's alive, my Lord.
He'll then instruct us of this body. Young one,
4.2.3782691Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he
4.2.3802693Hath altered that good picture? What's thy interest
What art thou? I am nothing; or, if not,
4.2.3832697Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
Find such another master. 'Lack, good youth,
4.2.3902705Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining than
4.2.3912706Thy master in bleeding. Say his name, good friend.
Richard du Champ. -- [Aside] If I do lie and do
They'll pardon it. -- Say you, sir? Thy name?
They'll pardon it. -- Say you, sir? Thy name? Fidele, sir.
Thou dost approve thyself the very same:
4.2.3972713Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name.
4.2.3982714Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say
4.2.4002716No less beloved. The Roman emperor's letters,
4.2.4022718Than thine own worth prefer thee. Go with me.
I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods,
4.2.4062722With wildwood-leaves and weeds I ha' strewed his grave
4.2.4082724Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh,
So please you entertain me. Aye, good youth,
4.2.4112728And rather father thee than master thee. My friends,
[To Captains]
A grave. -- Come, arm him. --
[To Imogen]
A grave. -- Come, arm him. -- Boy, he's preferred
4.2.4172734As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes:
4.3.12737Enter Cymbeline, Lords, [a Messenger,] and Pisanio Again, and bring me word how 'tis with her.
4.3.42739A fever with the absence of her son,
4.3.52740A madness of which her life's in danger. Heavens,
4.3.62741How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
4.3.72742The great part of my comfort, gone; my Queen
4.3.92744When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
4.3.102745So needful for this present. It strikes me past
4.3.112746The hope of comfort. But, for thee, fellow,
4.3.122747Who needs must know of her departure and
4.3.132748Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture. Sir, my life is yours;
4.3.152751I humbly set it at your will. But for my mistress,
4.3.162752I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
4.3.172753Nor when she purposes return. Beseech Your Highness,
Hold me your loyal servant. Good my liege,
4.3.192756The day that she was missing, he was here;
4.3.202757I dare be bound he's true and shall perform
4.3.212758All parts of his subjection loyally. For Clotten,
4.3.222759There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will no doubt be found. The time is troublesome:
4.3.242762We'll slip you for a season, but our jealousy
Does yet depend. So please Your Majesty,
4.3.262765The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Now for the counsel of my son and Queen:
I am amazed with matter. Good my liege,
4.3.322772Than what you hear of; come, more, for more you're ready:
4.3.332773The want is but to put those powers in motion
That long to move. I thank you. Let's withdraw
4.3.352776And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not
I heard no letter from my master since
4.3.402780I wrote him Imogen was slain; 'tis strange;
4.3.412781Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
4.3.422782To yield me often tidings. Neither know I
4.3.442784Perplexed in all. The heavens still must work:
4.3.452785Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true.
4.3.462786These present wars shall find I love my country
4.3.472787Even to the note o'th' King, or I'll fall in them.
4.3.482788All other doubts, by time let them be cleared;
4.3.492789Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
4.4.12791Enter Belarius [as Morgan], Guiderius [as Polydore], and Arviragus [as Cadwal] The noise is round about us.
The noise is round about us. Let us from it.
What pleasure, sir, we find in life, to lock it
From action and adventure? Nay, what hope
4.4.52797Have we in hiding us? This way the Romans
4.4.62798Must or for Britons slay us or receive us
During their use and slay us after. Sons,
4.4.92802We'll higher to the mountains, there secure us.
4.4.102803To the King's party there's no going: newness
4.4.112804Of Clotten's death, we being not known, not mustered
4.4.122805Among the bands, may drive us to a render
4.4.132806Where we have lived; and so extort from's that
4.4.142807Which we have done, whose answer would be death
Drawn on with torture. This is, sir, a doubt
Nor satisfying us. It is not likely
4.4.182813That when they hear their Roman horses neigh,
4.4.192814Behold their quartered fires, have both their eyes
4.4.212816That they will waste their time upon our note
To know from whence we are. Oh, I am known
4.4.242820Though Clotten then but young, you see, not wore him
4.4.252821From my remembrance. And besides, the King
4.4.262822Hath not deserved my service nor your loves,
4.4.272823Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
4.4.282824The certainty of this hard life, ay hopeless
4.4.292825To have the courtesy your cradle promised
4.4.302826But to be still hot summer's tanlings and
The shrinking slaves of winter. Than be so,
4.4.322829Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to th' army.
4.4.332830I and my brother are not known, yourself
4.4.342831So out of thought and thereto so o'ergrown
Cannot be questioned. By this sun that shines,
4.4.362834I'll thither. What thing is't that I never
4.4.372835Did see man die, scarce ever looked on blood
4.4.382836But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison;
4.4.392837Never bestrid a horse, save one that had
4.4.402838A rider like myself who ne'er wore rowel
4.4.432841The benefit of his blessed beams, remaining
So long a poor unknown. By heavens, I'll go!
4.4.452844If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
4.4.462845I'll take the better care, but if you will not,
The hands of Romans. So say I, amen.
No reason I, since of your lives you set
4.4.512851My cracked one to more care. Have with you, boys:
4.4.522852If in your country wars you chance to die,
4.4.532853That is my bed, too, lads, and there I'll lie.
4.4.542854Lead, lead.
[Aside] The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn
4.4.552855Till it fly out and show them princes born.
5.1.12857Enter Posthumus alone [with a bloody cloth] Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I am wished
5.1.32859Thou shouldst be colored thus. You married ones,
5.1.42860If each of you should take this course, how many
5.1.52861Must murder wives much better than themselves
5.1.72863Every good servant does not all commands;
5.1.82864No bond but to do just ones. Gods, if you
5.1.92865Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never
5.1.102866Had lived to put on this; so had you saved
5.1.122868Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But alack,
5.1.132869You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love,
5.1.142870To have them fall no more; you some permit
5.1.152871To second ills with ills, each elder worse,
5.1.162872And make them dread it, to the doer's thrift.
5.1.172873But Imogen is your own. Do your best wills,
5.1.182874And make me blessed to obey. I am brought hither
5.1.212877That, Britain, I have killed thy mistress; peace,
5.1.222878I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens,
5.1.232879Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me
5.1.262882Against the part I come with; so I'll die
5.1.272883For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life
5.1.282884Is every breath a death. And thus, unknown,
5.1.302886Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know
5.1.322888Gods, put the strength o'th' Leonati in me.
5.1.332889To shame the guise o'th' world, I will begin,
5.1.342890The fashion less without and more within.
5.2.12892Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman army at one door 2893and the Briton army at another, Posthumus 2894following like a poor soldier. 5.2.3Then enter again in skirmish Iachimo and 2896Posthumus. 5.2.4He vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachimo, and then 2897leaves him. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
5.2.62899Takes off my manhood. I have belied a lady,
5.2.72900The princess of this country, and the air on't
5.2.82901Revengingly enfeebles me, or could this carl,
5.2.92902A very drudge of Nature's, have subdued me
5.2.102903In my profession? Knighthoods and honors borne
5.2.132906This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
5.2.142907Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.
5.2.162908The battle continues; the Britons fly; Cymbeline is 2909taken. 5.2.17Then enter to his rescue Belarius [as Morgan], Guiderius [as Polydore], 2910and Arviragus [as Cadwal]. Stand, stand! We have th'advantage of the ground;
5.2.192912The lane is guarded. Nothing routs us but
2914Guiderius and Arviragus The villainy of our fears. Stand, stand, and fight!
5.2.212915Enter Posthumus and seconds the Britons. 5.2.232917Then enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen [as Fidele]. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself,
5.2.252919For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such
As war were hoodwinked. 'Tis their fresh supplies.
It is a day turned strangely. Or betimes
Cam'st thou from where they made the stand?
Cam'st thou from where they made the stand? I did,
5.3.32928Though you it seems come from the fliers?
Though you it seems come from the fliers? I did.
No blame be to you, sir, for all was lost
5.3.52931But that the heavens fought. The King himself
5.3.62932Of his wings destitute, the army broken
5.3.72933And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying
5.3.82934Through a strait lane; the enemy, full-hearted,
5.3.92935Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work
5.3.102936More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down
5.3.112937Some mortally, some slightly touched, some falling
5.3.122938Merely through fear, that the strait pass was dammed
5.3.132939With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living
To die with lengthened shame. Where was this lane?
Close by the battle, ditched and walled with turf,
5.3.162943Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,
5.3.182945So long a breeding as his white beard came to
5.3.192946In doing this for's country. Athwart the lane,
5.3.202947He, with two striplings, lads more like to run
5.3.212948The country base than to commit such slaughter,
5.3.222949With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer
5.3.232950Than those for preservation cased or shame,
5.3.242951Made good the passage, cried to those that fled,
5.3.252952"Our Britain's harts die flying, not our men;
5.3.262953To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. Stand,
5.3.282955Like beasts which you shun, beastly, and may save
5.3.292956But to look back in frown. Stand, stand!" These three,
5.3.302957Three thousand confident; in act as many,
5.3.312958For three performers are the file when all
5.3.322959The rest do nothing. With this word, "Stand, stand,"
5.3.332960Accommodated by the place, more charming
5.3.342961With their own nobleness, which could have turned
5.3.352962A distaff to a lance, gilded pale looks,
5.3.362963Part shame, part spirit renewed, that some turned coward
5.3.382965Damned in the first beginners) gan to look
5.3.392966The way that they did and to grin like lions
5.3.402967Upon the pikes o'th' hunters. Then began
5.3.422969A rout, confusion thick; forthwith they fly,
5.3.432970Chickens, the way which they stooped eagles; slaves,
5.3.442971The strides they victors made. And now our cowards,
5.3.462973The life o'th' need: having found the back door open
5.3.472974Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they wound!
5.3.482975Some slain before; some dying; some their friends --
5.3.492976O'erborne i'th' former wave, ten chased by one --
5.3.502977Are now each one the slaughterman of twenty:
5.3.512978Those that would die or ere resist are grown
The mortal bugs o'th' field. This was strange chance:
5.3.532981A narrow lane, an old man, and two boys.
Nay, do not wonder at it; you are made
5.3.582986"Two boys, an old man (twice a boy), a lane,
5.3.592987Preserved the Britons, was the Romans' bane."
Nay, be not angry, sir.
Nay, be not angry, sir. 'Lack, to what end?
5.3.612990Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend,
5.3.632992I know he'll quickly fly my friendship, too.
You have put me into rhyme. Farewell; you're angry.
Still going? This is a lord. Oh, noble misery,
5.3.672996To be i'th' field and ask "What news?" of me!
5.3.682997Today, how many would have given their honors
5.3.692998To have saved their carcasses; took heel to do't,
5.3.702999And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charmed,
5.3.713000Could not find death where I did hear him groan,
5.3.723001Nor feel him where he struck. Being an ugly monster,
5.3.733002'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,
5.3.743003Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we
5.3.753004That draw his knives i'th' war. Well, I will find him,
5.3.783007The part I came in. Fight I will no more,
5.3.793008But yield me to the veriest hind that shall
5.3.803009Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is
5.3.813010Here made by th' Roman; great the answer be
5.3.823011Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death;
5.3.833012On either side I come to spend my breath,
5.3.843013Which neither here I'll keep nor bear again,
5.3.863015Enter two [British] Captains and Soldiers Great Jupiter be praised, Lucius is taken.
5.3.883017'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels.
There was a fourth man, in a silly habit,
That gave th'affront with them. So 'tis reported,
5.3.913021But none of 'em can be found. Stand, who's there?
But none of 'em can be found. Stand, who's there? A Roman,
5.3.923023Who had not now been drooping here if seconds
Had answered him. Lay hands on him. A dog,
5.3.953027What crows have pecked them here. He brags his service
5.3.963028As if he were of note: bring him to th' King.
5.3.973029Enter Cymbeline, Belarius [as Morgan], Guiderius [as Polydore], Arviragus [as Cadwal], Pisanio, [two Jailers,] and 3030Roman captives, including Posthumus. 5.3.98The Captains present Posthumus to 3031Cymbeline, who delivers him over to a Jailer. 5.3.99[Exeunt all but Posthumus and Jailers.] You shall not now be stolen;
3035you have locks upon you.
So graze as you find pasture. Aye, or a stomach.
Most welcome bondage, for thou art a way,
5.3.1053040Than one that's sick o'th' gout, since he had rather
5.3.1073042By th' sure physician, Death, who is the key
5.3.1083043T'unbar these locks. My conscience, thou art fettered
5.3.1093044More than my shanks and wrists; you good gods, give me,
5.3.1223057For Imogen's dear life, take mine, and though
5.3.1233058'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coined it.
5.3.1243059'Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp;
5.3.1253060Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake:
5.3.1263061You rather mine, being yours. And so, great powers,
5.3.1273062If you will take this audit, take this life,
5.3.131Enter as in an apparition, Sicilius 3066Leonatus, father to Posthumus, an old man, attired like a 3067warrior; leading in his hand an ancient matron, his wife, and 3068mother to Posthumus, with music before them. Then 3069after other music follows the two young Leonati, 3070brothers to Posthumus, with wounds as they died in the wars. 5.3.1323071They circle Posthumus round as he lies sleeping. No more, thou
3073Thunder-Master,show thy spite on mortal flies:
5.3.1343074With Mars fall out; with Juno chide that thy adulteries
5.3.1363076Hath my poor boy done ought but well,
3077whose face I never saw?
5.3.1373078I died whilst in the womb he stayed,
3079attending Nature's law,
5.3.1393082Thou shouldst have been and shielded him
3083from this earth-vexing smart.
Lucina lent not me her aid
3085but took me in my throes,
5.3.1413086That from me was Posthumus ripped,
3087came crying 'mongst his foes,
Great Nature, like his ancestry,
3090molded the stuff so fair
5.3.1443091That he deserved the praise o'th' world
3092as great Sicilius' heir.
When once he was mature for man,
3094in Britain where was he
With marriage wherefore was he mocked,
3100to be exiled and thrown
Why did you suffer Iachimo, slight thing of Italy,
5.3.1523105To taint his nobler heart and brain with needless jealousy,
5.3.1533106And to become the geck and scorn o'th' other's villainy?
For this from stiller seats we came,
3108our parents and us twain,
5.3.1553109That, striking in our country's cause,
3110fell bravely and were slain,
5.3.1563111Our fealty and Tenantius' right with honor to maintain.
Like hardiment Posthumus hath
3113to Cymbeline performed;
5.3.1583114Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods, why hast thou thus adjourned
5.3.1593115The graces for his merits due, being all to dolors turned?
Thy crystal window ope;
3117look out; no longer exercise
5.3.1613118Upon a valiant race thy harsh and potent injuries.
Since, Jupiter, our son is good,
3120take off his miseries.
Peep through thy marble mansion; help,
3122or we poor ghosts will cry
5.3.1643123To th' shining synod of the rest against thy deity.
Help, Jupiter, or we appeal,
3125and from thy justice fly.
5.3.1663126Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an 3127eagle. 5.3.167He throws a thunderbolt. The ghosts fall on 3128their knees. No more, you petty spirits of region low,
5.3.1693130Offend our hearing. Hush! How dare you ghosts
5.3.1793140His comforts thrive; his trials well are spent.
5.3.1803141Our Jovial star reigned at his birth, and in
5.3.1853146Our pleasure, his full fortune, doth confine,
He came in thunder; his celestial breath
5.3.1933153More sweet than our blessed fields; his royal bird
5.3.1943154Preens the immortal wing and cloys his beak,
As when his god is pleased. Thanks, Jupiter.
The marble pavement closes; he is entered
5.3.199 [They place the tablet on Posthumus' chest.] Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire and begot
5.3.2053163Gone; they went hence so soon as they were born.
5.3.2063164And so I am awake. Poor wretches that depend
5.3.2083166Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve:
5.3.2113169That have this golden chance and know not why.
5.3.2133170What fairies haunt this ground? A book? Oh, rare one,
Whenas a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown,
3177without seeking, find and be embraced by a piece of tender
3178air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches,
3179which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to
3180the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his
3181miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and
3182plenty.
5.3.2203183'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen
5.3.2213184Tongue, and brain not; either both or nothing:
5.3.2243187The action of my life is like it, which I'll keep
Come, sir, are you ready for death?
Over-roasted, rather: ready long ago.
Hanging is the word, sir; if you be ready for
3193that, you are well cooked.
So if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the
3195dish pays the shot.
A heavy reckoning for you, sir, but the comfort
3197is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more
3198tavern bills, which are often the sadness of parting, as
3199the procuring of mirth. You come in faint for want of
3200meat, depart reeling with too much drink; sorry that
3201you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid
3202too much; purse and brain both empty, the brain the
3203heavier for being too light; the purse too light, being
3204drawn of heaviness. Oh, of this contradiction you shall
3205now be quit. Oh, the charity of a penny cord: it sums
3206up thousands in a trice. You have no true debitor and
3207creditor but it. Of what's past, is, and to come, the
3208discharge; your neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters; so
3209the acquittance follows.
I am merrier to die than thou art to live.
Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the
3212toothache, but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a
3213hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change
3214places with his officer, for, look you, sir, you know not
3215which way you shall go.
Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.
Your death has eyes in's head, then; I have not
3218seen him so pictured. You must either be directed by
3219some that take upon them to know, or to take upon
3220yourself that which I am sure you do not know, or jump the
3221after-enquiry on your own peril. And how you shall
3222speed in your journey's end, I think you'll never
3223returnto tell one.
I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to
3225direct them the way I am going but such as wink and
3226will not use them.
What an infinite mock is this that a man should
3228have the best use of eyes to see the way of blindness. I
3229am sure hanging's the way of winking.
Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to
3232the King.
Thou bringst good news: I am called to be
3234made free.
I'll be hanged then.
Thou shalt be then freer then a jailer: no bolts
3237for the dead.
Unless a man would marry a gallows and
3239beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone; yet, on my
3240conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, for all
3241he be a Roman; and there be some of them, too, that die
3242against their wills; so should I, if I were one. I would
3243we were all of one mind, and one mind good. Oh, there
3244were desolation of jailers and gallowses! I speak
3245against my present profit, but my wish hath a preferment
3246in't.
5.4.13248Enter Cymbeline, Belarius [as Morgan], Guiderius [as Polydore], 3249Arviragus [as Cadwal], Pisanio, and Lords Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made
5.4.33251Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart
5.4.43252That the poor soldier that so richly fought,
5.4.53253Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast
5.4.63254Stepped before targes of proof, cannot be found.
5.4.73255He shall be happy that can find him if
Our grace can make him so. I never saw
5.4.103259Such precious deeds in one that promised nought
But beggary and poor looks. No tidings of him?
He hath been searched among the dead and living,
But no trace of him. 3264Cymbeline [To Guiderius, Arviragus, and Belarius] To my grief, I am
5.4.143265The heir of his reward, which I will add
5.4.153266To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain,
5.4.163267By whom, I grant, she lives. 'Tis now the time
To ask of whence you are. Report it. Sir,
5.4.193271Further to boast were neither true nor modest,
Unless I add we are honest. Bow your knees.
5.4.213274Arise, my knights o'th' battle; I create you
5.4.223275Companions to our person and will fit you
5.4.253278There's business in these faces. Why so sadly
5.4.263279Greet you our victory? You look like Romans
And not o'th' court of Britain. Hail, great King.
The Queen is dead. Who worse than a physician
5.4.303285Would this report become? But I consider:
5.4.313286By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death
5.4.323287Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
With horror, madly dying, like her life,
5.4.343289Which, being cruel to the world, concluded
5.4.353290Most cruel to herself. What she confessed
5.4.363291I will report, so please you. These her women
5.4.373292Can trip me, if I err, who with wet cheeks
Were present when she finished. Prithee, say.
First, she confessed she never loved you; only
5.4.413297Married your royalty, was wife to your place,
Abhorred your person. She alone knew this,
5.4.443301Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.
Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love
5.4.473304Was as a scorpion to her sight, whose life,
5.4.483305But that her flight prevented it, she had
Ta'en off by poison. O most delicate fiend!
5.4.503308Who is't can read a woman? Is there more?
More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had
5.4.523310For you a mortal mineral, which being took
5.4.533311Should by the minute feed on life and, lingering,
5.4.543312By inches waste you, in which time she purposed
5.4.553313By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to
5.4.563314O'ercome you with her show, and in time,
5.4.573315When she had fitted you with her craft, to work
5.4.593317But failing of her end by his strange absence,
5.4.603318Grew shameless desperate; opened, in despite
5.4.613319Of Heaven and men, her purposes; repented
5.4.623320The evils she hatched were not effected; so
Despairing, died. Heard you all this, her women?
We did, so please Your Highness.
We did, so please Your Highness. Mine eyes
5.4.653325Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
5.4.663326Mine ears that heard her flattery, nor my heart
5.4.673327That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious
5.4.683328To have mistrusted her; yet, o my daughter,
5.4.693329That it was folly in me, thou mayst say,
5.4.703330And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all.
5.4.713331Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and other Roman prisoners, 3332Posthumus behind, and Imogen [as Fidele] 5.4.723333Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that
5.4.733334The Britains have rased out, though with the loss
5.4.743335Of many a bold one, whose kinsmen have made suit
5.4.753336That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter
5.4.763337Of you their captives, which ourself have granted,
Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day
5.4.793340Was yours by accident. Had it gone with us,
5.4.803341We should not, when the blood was cool, have threatened
5.4.813342Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods
5.4.823343Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives
5.4.833344May be called ransom, let it come; sufficeth,
5.4.843345A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer.
5.4.853346Augustus lives to think on't, and so much
5.4.863347For my peculiar care. This one thing only
5.4.913352So feat, so nurse-like; let his virtue join
5.4.923353With my request, which I'll make bold Your Highness
5.4.933354Cannot deny. He hath done no Briton harm,
5.4.943355Though he have served a Roman. Save him, sir,
And spare no blood beside. I have surely seen him;
5.4.983360And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore,
5.4.993361To say live, boy. Ne'er thank thy master; live,
5.4.1013363Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it --
The noblest ta'en. I humbly thank Your Highness.
I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad,
[Imogen sees Iachimo wearing Posthumus' ring.]
And yet I know thou wilt. No, no, alack,
5.4.1073371Bitter to me as death; your life, good master,
Must shuffle for itself. 3373Lucius [Aside] The boy disdains me;
5.4.1093374He leaves me, scorns me. Briefly die their joys
5.4.1103375That place them on the truth of girls and boys.
Why stands he so perplexed? What wouldst thou, boy?
5.4.1123378I love thee more and more; think more and more
5.4.1133379What's best to ask. Knowst him thou lookst on? Speak:
5.4.1143380Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? Thy friend?
He is a Roman, no more kin to me
5.4.1163382Than I to Your Highness, who, being born your vassal,
Am something nearer. Wherefore ey'st him so?
I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please
To give me hearing. Aye, with all my heart,
5.4.1203388And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
Fidele, sir.
Fidele, sir. Thou'rt my good youth, my page;
5.4.1223391I'll be thy master. Walk with me; speak freely.
5.4.123[Cymbeline and Imogen speak apart] 5.4.124[Belarius, Arviragus, and Guiderius speak together] Is not this boy revived from death?
Is not this boy revived from death? One sand another
The same dead thing alive.
Peace, peace; see further. He eyes us not; forbear.
5.4.1303398Creatures may be alike; were't he, I am sure
He would have spoke to us. But we see him dead.
Be silent; let's see further.
Be silent; let's see further. 3402Pisanio [Aside] It is my mistress:
[Cymbeline and Imogen come forward]
To good or bad. [To Imogen] Come, stand thou by our side;
5.4.1353406Make thy demand aloud. --
[To Iachimo] Sir, step you forth.
5.4.1393410Winnow the truth from falsehood. -- On, speak to him.
My boon is that this gentleman may render
Of whom he had this ring. 3413Posthumus [Aside] What's that to him?
That diamond upon your finger, say
Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that
Which to be spoke would torture thee. How? Me?
I am glad to be constrained to utter that
5.4.1493422Whom thou didst banish; and, which more may grieve thee,
5.4.1513424'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my Lord?
All that belongs to this.
All that belongs to this. That paragon, thy daughter,
5.4.1533427For whom my heart drops blood and my false spirits
5.4.1543428Quail to remember -- give me leave; I faint.
My daughter? What of her? Renew thy strength:
5.4.1563430I had rather thou shouldst live while Nature will
5.4.1573431Than die ere I hear more. Strive, man, and speak.
Upon a time -- unhappy was the clock
5.4.1593433That struck the hour! It was in Rome -- accursed
5.4.1603434The mansion where! 'Twas at a feast -- oh, would
5.4.1623436Those which I heaved to head -- the good Posthumus
5.4.1653439Amongst the rar'st of good ones) sitting sadly,
5.4.1673441For beauty, that made barren the swelled boast
5.4.1683442Of him that best could speak; for feature, laming
5.4.1693443The shrine of Venus; or straight-pitched Minerva,
5.4.1703444Postures beyond brief Nature; for condition,
5.4.1723446Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving,
Fairness, which strikes the eye. I stand on fire.
Come to the matter. All too soon I shall
5.4.1753450Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Posthumus,
5.4.1783453And, not dispraising whom we praised -- therein
5.4.1803455His mistress' picture, which by his tongue being made
5.4.1823457Were cracked of kitchen trulls or his description
Proved us unspeaking sots. Nay, nay; to th' purpose.
Your daughter's chastity -- there it begins:
5.4.1873463Made scruple of his praise and wagered with him
5.4.1883464Pieces of gold 'gainst this, which then he wore
5.4.1903466In suit the place of's bed and win this ring
5.4.1933469Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring,
5.4.1953471Of Phoebus' wheel; and might so safely, had it
5.4.1963472Been all the worth of's car. Away to Britain
5.4.2003476'Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus quenched
5.4.2093485Of chamber-hanging, pictures; this her bracelet
5.4.2103486(Oh, cunning how I got it!); nay, some marks
5.4.2123488But think her bond of chastity quite cracked,
Methinks I see him now. Aye, so thou dost,
5.4.2173494That's due to all the villains past, in being,
5.4.2183495To come. Oh, give me cord or knife or poison,
5.4.2213498That all th'abhorrèd things o'th' earth amend
5.4.2233500That killed thy daughter -- villain-like, I lie --
5.4.2273504Spit and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
5.4.2283505The dogs o'th' street to bay me; every villain
Peace, my lord; hear, hear.
Peace, my lord; hear, hear. Shall's have a play of this?
[Strikes or throws Imogen; she lies still]
Thou scornful page, there lie thy part. O gentlemen, help,
5.4.2353514Mine and your mistress! Oh, my lord Posthumus,
5.4.2363515You ne'er killed Imogen till now. Help, help,
Mine honored lady. Does the world go round?
How comes these staggers on me?
How comes these staggers on me? Wake, my mistress.
If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
To death with mortal joy. How fares my mistress?
Oh, get thee from my sight.
5.4.2423524Thou gav'st me poison. Dangerous fellow, hence;
Breathe not where princes are. The tune of Imogen.
Lady,
5.4.245The gods throw stones of sulfur on me if
New matter still.
New matter still. It poisoned me.
New matter still. It poisoned me. Oh, gods!
5.4.2503533I left out one thing which the Queen confessed,
5.4.2523535Have," said she, "given his mistress that confection
As I would serve a rat." What's this, Cornelius?
The Queen, sir, very oft importuned me
5.4.2613545A certain stuff which, being ta'en, would cease
5.4.2623546The present power of life, but in short time,
5.4.2643548Do their due functions. -- Have you ta'en of it?
Most like I did, for I was dead.
Most like I did, for I was dead. 3550Belarius [To Guiderius and Arviragus] My boys,
There was our error. 3551Guiderius [To Belarius and Arviragus] This is sure Fidele.
Why did you throw your wedded lady from you?
Throw me again. Hang there like fruit, my soul,
Till the tree die. How now, my flesh, my child?
[Imogen (and possibly Posthumus) kneels]
Wilt thou not speak to me? Your blessing, sir.
Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not;
You had a motive for't. My tears that fall
Thy mother's dead. I am sorry for't, my Lord.
Oh, she was naught; and long of her it was
Is gone, we know not how nor where. My lord,
5.4.2803571Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Clotten,
5.4.2823573With his sword drawn, foamed at the mouth, and swore
5.4.2873578To seek her on the mountains near to Milford,
5.4.2903581With unchaste purpose and with oath to violate
I further know not. Let me end the story:
I slew him there. Marry, the gods forfend.
5.4.2943586I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
5.4.2953587Pluck a hard sentence. Prithee, valiant youth,
Deny't again. I have spoke it, and I did it.
He was a prince.
A most incivil one. The wrongs he did me
5.4.2993592Were nothing princelike, for he did provoke me
5.4.3003593With language that would make me spurn the sea
To tell this tale of mine. I am sorrow for thee:
5.4.3043598By thine own tongue thou art condemned and must
Endure our law: thou'rt dead. That headless man
I thought had been my lord. 3601Cymbeline [To Guards] Bind the offender
And take him from our presence. Stay, sir King.
5.4.3103606More of thee merited than a band of Clottens
[To Guards]
Had ever scar for. -- Let his arms alone;
They were not born for bondage. Why, old soldier,
5.4.3133610Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for
As good as we? In that he spake too far.
And thou shalt die for't.
And thou shalt die for't. We will die all three,
5.4.3193618For mine own part unfold a dangerous speech,
Though haply well for you. 3620Arviragus [To Cymbeline] Your danger's ours.
And our good his.
And our good his. Have at it, then, by leave.
Was called Belarius. What of him? He is
A banished traitor. He it is that hath
I know not how a traitor. 3629Cymbeline [To Guards] Take him hence.
The whole world shall not save him. Not too hot;
As I have received it. Nursing of my sons?
I am too blunt and saucy; here's my knee.
5.4.3343639These two young gentlemen that call me Father
5.4.3353640And think they are my sons are none of mine;
And blood of your begetting. How, my issue?
So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan,
5.4.3393645Am that Belarius whom you sometime banished.
5.4.3403646Your pleasure was my near offense, my punishment
5.4.3423648Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes,
5.4.3433649For such and so they are, these twenty years
5.4.3443650Have I trained up; those arts they have as I
5.4.3463652As Your Highness knows; their nurse Euriphile,
5.4.3473653Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
5.4.3503656For that which I did then: beaten for loyalty
5.4.3523658The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped
5.4.3533659Unto my end of stealing them. But gracious sir,
5.4.3553661Two of the sweet'st companions in the world.
5.4.3573663Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy
To inlay heaven with stars. Thou weepst and speakst.
5.4.3593666The service that you three have done is more
5.4.3603667Unlike than this thou tellst. I lost my children;
A pair of worthier sons. Be pleased awhile:
5.4.3643672Most worthy prince, as yours is true Guiderius;
5.4.3663674Your younger princely son, he, sir, was lapped
5.4.3673675In a most curious mantle, wrought by th' hand
5.4.3683676Of his queen mother, which for more probation
I can with ease produce. Guiderius had
It was a mark of wonder. This is he
To be his evidence now. Oh, what am I,
5.4.3753686A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother
5.4.3763687Rejoiced deliverance more. -- Blessed, pray you be,
5.4.3773688That after this strange starting from your orbs
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom. No, my Lord;
5.4.3803692I have got two worlds by't. -- O my gentle brothers,
5.4.3823694But I am truest speaker. You called me brother
5.4.3833695When I was but your sister; I you, brothers,
When we were so indeed. Did you ere meet?
Aye, my good Lord.
Aye, my good Lord. And at first meeting loved;
By the Queen's dram she swallowed.
By the Queen's dram she swallowed. Oh, rare instinct!
5.4.3883703When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgment
5.4.3903705Distinction should be rich in. -- Where, how lived you?
5.4.3913706And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
5.4.3923707How parted with your brothers? How first met them?
5.4.3933708Why fled you from the court? And whither? -- These,
5.4.3943709And your three motives to the battle -- with
5.4.3953710I know not how much more should be demanded,
5.4.3973712From chance to chance. But nor the time nor place
5.4.4003715And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
5.4.4013716On him, her brothers, me, her master, hitting
5.4.4043719And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. --
5.4.4053720[To Belarius] Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever.
[To Belarius] You are my father, too, and did relieve me
To see this gracious season. All o'erjoyed
5.4.4083724Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too,
For they shall taste our comfort. My good master,
I will yet do you service. Happy be you!
The forlorn soldier that so nobly fought,
5.4.4123729He would have well becomed this place and graced
The thankings of a king. I am, sir,
5.4.4163734The purpose I then followed. -- That I was he,
[Iachimo kneels]
Have made you finish. I am down again,
5.4.4203739As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you,
5.4.4223741And here the bracelet of the truest princess
That ever swore her faith. Kneel not to me:
5.4.4243744The power that I have on you is to spare you;
5.4.4253745The malice towards you, to forgive you. Live,
And deal with others better. Nobly doomed.
Pardon's the word to all. You holp us, sir,
Your servant, princes. -- Good my Lord of Rome,
5.4.4323754Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought
His skill in the construction. Philarmonus.
Here, my good Lord.
Here, my good Lord. Read, and declare the meaning.
5.4.4453776The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
5.4.4463777Which we call "mollis aer," and "mollis aer"
5.4.4473778We term it "mulier" -- which "mulier" I divine
5.4.4503781Unknown to you, unsought, were clipped about
With this most tender air. This hath some seeming.
The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
5.4.4533785Personates thee; and thy lopped branches point
5.4.4543786Thy two sons forth, who, by Belarius stolen,
5.4.4553787For many years thought dead, are now revived,
Promises Britain peace and plenty. Well,
5.4.4633796Whom heavens in justice both on her and hers
The fingers of the powers above do tune
5.4.4683801Of this yet scarce-cold battle at this instant
5.4.4713804Lessened herself, and in the beams o'th' sun
5.4.4723805So vanished; which foreshowed our princely eagle,
Which shines here in the west. Laud we the gods,
5.4.4763810And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
5.4.4773811From our blessed altars. Publish we this peace
5.4.4803814Friendly together, so through Luds-Town march;
5.4.4823816Our peace we'll ratify, seal it with feasts. --
5.4.4843818Ere bloody hands were washed with such a peace.