Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Jennifer Forsyth
Peer Reviewed

Cymbeline (Modern)

Enter Clotten and the two Lords
Was there ever man had such luck, when I kissed the jack, upon an upcast to be hit away? I had a hundred pound on't. And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.
8451 Lord
What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl.
2 Lord [Aside]
If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out.
When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is 850not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths. Ha?
2 Lord [Aside]
No, my Lord, nor crop the ears of them.
Whoreson dog. I gave him satisfaction! Would he had been one of my rank.
2 Lord [Aside]
To have smelled like a fool.
I am not vexed more at anything in th'earth. A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am. They dare not fight with me because of the Queen my mother. Every jack-slave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody 860can match.
2 Lord [Aside]
You are cock and capon too, and you crow, cock, with your comb on.
Sayst thou?
2 Lord
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 offense to my inferiors.
2 Lord
Aye, it is fit for your lordship only.
Why, so I say.
8701 Lord
Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court tonight?
A stranger, and I not know on't?
2 Lord [Aside]
He's a strange fellow himself and knows it not.
1 Lord
There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of 875Leonatus' friends.
Leonatus? A banished rascal, and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
1 Lord
One of your lordship's pages.
Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no 880derogation in't?
2 Lord
You cannot derogate, my Lord.
Not easily, I think.
2 Lord [Aside]
You are a fool granted; therefore, your issues, being foolish, do not derogate.
Come, I'll go see this Italian. What I have lost today at bowls, I'll win tonight of him. Come; go.
2 Lord
I'll attend your lordship.
[Exit Clotten or 1 Lord]
That such a crafty devil as is his mother
Should yield the world this ass! A woman that
890Bears all down with her brain, and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st
Betwixt a father by thy stepdame governed,
895A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'd make. The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honor. Keep unshaked
900That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand
T'enjoy thy banished lord and this great land.