Array ( [TITLE] => Cymbeline [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => CYMBELINE, king of Britain. [1] => CLOTEN, son to the Queen by a former husband. [2] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, a gentleman, husband to Imogen. [3] => BELARIUS, a banished lord, disguised under the name of Morgan. [4] => CAIUS LUCIUS, general of the Roman forces. [5] => PISANIO, servant to Posthumus. [6] => CORNELIUS, a physician. [7] => A Roman Captain. [8] => Two British Captains. [9] => A Frenchman, friend to Philario. [10] => Two Lords of Cymbeline's court. [11] => Two Gentlemen of the same. [12] => Two Gaolers. [13] => QUEEN, wife to Cymbeline. [14] => IMOGEN, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen. [15] => HELEN, a lady attending on Imogen. [16] => Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, a Soothsayer, a Dutchman, a Spaniard, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. [17] => Apparitions. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => GUIDERIUS [1] => ARVIRAGUS ) [GRPDESCR] => sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the names of Polydote and Cadwal, supposed sons to Morgan. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => PHILARIO, friend to Posthumus [1] => IACHIMO, friend to Philario ) [GRPDESCR] => Italians. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Britain; Rome. [PLAYSUBT] => CYMBELINE [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter two Gentlemen [1] => Exit Act [2] => Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and IMOGEN [3] => Exit [4] => Re-enter QUEEN [5] => Exit [6] => Putting a bracelet upon her arm [7] => Enter CYMBELINE and Lords [8] => Exit [9] => Exeunt CYMBELINE and Lords [10] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods [1] => No more obey the heavens than our courtiers [2] => Still seem as does the king. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Gentleman [LINE] => But what's the matter? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom [1] => He purposed to his wife's sole son--a widow [2] => That late he married--hath referr'd herself [3] => Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded; [4] => Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all [5] => Is outward sorrow; though I think the king [6] => Be touch'd at very heart. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Gentleman [LINE] => None but the king? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He that hath lost her too; so is the queen, [1] => That most desired the match; but not a courtier, [2] => Although they wear their faces to the bent [3] => Of the king's look's, hath a heart that is not [4] => Glad at the thing they scowl at. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Gentleman [LINE] => And why so? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing [1] => Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her-- [2] => I mean, that married her, alack, good man! [3] => And therefore banish'd--is a creature such [4] => As, to seek through the regions of the earth [5] => For one his like, there would be something failing [6] => In him that should compare. I do not think [7] => So fair an outward and such stuff within [8] => Endows a man but he. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Gentleman [LINE] => You speak him far. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do extend him, sir, within himself, [1] => Crush him together rather than unfold [2] => His measure duly. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Gentleman [LINE] => What's his name and birth? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot delve him to the root: his father [1] => Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour [2] => Against the Romans with Cassibelan, [3] => But had his titles by Tenantius whom [4] => He served with glory and admired success, [5] => So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus; [6] => And had, besides this gentleman in question, [7] => Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time [8] => Died with their swords in hand; for which [9] => their father, [10] => Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow [11] => That he quit being, and his gentle lady, [12] => Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased [13] => As he was born. The king he takes the babe [14] => To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus, [15] => Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber, [16] => Puts to him all the learnings that his time [17] => Could make him the receiver of; which he took, [18] => As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd, [19] => And in's spring became a harvest, lived in court-- [20] => Which rare it is to do--most praised, most loved, [21] => A sample to the youngest, to the more mature [22] => A glass that feated them, and to the graver [23] => A child that guided dotards; to his mistress, [24] => For whom he now is banish'd, her own price [25] => Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue; [26] => By her election may be truly read [27] => What kind of man he is. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I honour him [1] => Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me, [2] => Is she sole child to the king? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His only child. [1] => He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing, [2] => Mark it: the eldest of them at three years old, [3] => I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery [4] => Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge [5] => Which way they went. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Gentleman [LINE] => How long is this ago? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gentleman [LINE] => Some twenty years. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That a king's children should be so convey'd, [1] => So slackly guarded, and the search so slow, [2] => That could not trace them! ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Howsoe'er 'tis strange, [1] => Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, [2] => Yet is it true, sir. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Gentleman [LINE] => I do well believe you. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gentleman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We must forbear: here comes the gentleman, [1] => The queen, and princess. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter, [1] => After the slander of most stepmothers, [2] => Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but [3] => Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys [4] => That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, [5] => So soon as I can win the offended king, [6] => I will be known your advocate: marry, yet [7] => The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good [8] => You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience [9] => Your wisdom may inform you. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Please your highness, [1] => I will from hence to-day. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You know the peril. [1] => I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying [2] => The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king [3] => Hath charged you should not speak together. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O [1] => Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant [2] => Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband, [3] => I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing-- [4] => Always reserved my holy duty--what [5] => His rage can do on me: you must be gone; [6] => And I shall here abide the hourly shot [7] => Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, [8] => But that there is this jewel in the world [9] => That I may see again. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My queen! my mistress! [1] => O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause [2] => To be suspected of more tenderness [3] => Than doth become a man. I will remain [4] => The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth: [5] => My residence in Rome at one Philario's, [6] => Who to my father was a friend, to me [7] => Known but by letter: thither write, my queen, [8] => And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send, [9] => Though ink be made of gall. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be brief, I pray you: [1] => If the king come, I shall incur I know not [2] => How much of his displeasure. [3] => Yet I'll move him [4] => To walk this way: I never do him wrong, [5] => But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; [6] => Pays dear for my offences. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Should we be taking leave [1] => As long a term as yet we have to live, [2] => The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu! ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, stay a little: [1] => Were you but riding forth to air yourself, [2] => Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; [3] => This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart; [4] => But keep it till you woo another wife, [5] => When Imogen is dead. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How, how! another? [1] => You gentle gods, give me but this I have, [2] => And sear up my embracements from a next [3] => With bonds of death! [4] => Remain, remain thou here [5] => While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest, [6] => As I my poor self did exchange for you, [7] => To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles [8] => I still win of you: for my sake wear this; [9] => It is a manacle of love; I'll place it [10] => Upon this fairest prisoner. ) [STAGEDIR] => Putting on the ring ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O the gods! [1] => When shall we see again? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Alack, the king! ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight! [1] => If after this command thou fraught the court [2] => With thy unworthiness, thou diest: away! [3] => Thou'rt poison to my blood. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The gods protect you! [1] => And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There cannot be a pinch in death [1] => More sharp than this is. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O disloyal thing, [1] => That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st [2] => A year's age on me. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I beseech you, sir, [1] => Harm not yourself with your vexation [2] => I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare [3] => Subdues all pangs, all fears. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Past grace? obedience? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => That mightst have had the sole son of my queen! ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle, [1] => And did avoid a puttock. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne [1] => A seat for baseness. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No; I rather added [1] => A lustre to it. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => O thou vile one! ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, [1] => It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus: [2] => You bred him as my playfellow, and he is [3] => A man worth any woman, overbuys me [4] => Almost the sum he pays. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => What, art thou mad? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were [1] => A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus [2] => Our neighbour shepherd's son! ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou foolish thing! [1] => They were again together: you have done [2] => Not after our command. Away with her, [3] => And pen her up. ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter QUEEN ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Beseech your patience. Peace, [1] => Dear lady daughter, peace! Sweet sovereign, [2] => Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort [3] => Out of your best advice. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, let her languish [1] => A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, [2] => Die of this folly! ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie! you must give way. [1] => Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter PISANIO ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => My lord your son drew on my master. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ha! [1] => No harm, I trust, is done? ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There might have been, [1] => But that my master rather play'd than fought [2] => And had no help of anger: they were parted [3] => By gentlemen at hand. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => I am very glad on't. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part. [1] => To draw upon an exile! O brave sir! [2] => I would they were in Afric both together; [3] => Myself by with a needle, that I might prick [4] => The goer-back. Why came you from your master? ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => On his command: he would not suffer me [1] => To bring him to the haven; left these notes [2] => Of what commands I should be subject to, [3] => When 't pleased you to employ me. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This hath been [1] => Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour [2] => He will remain so. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => I humbly thank your highness. ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Pray, walk awhile. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => About some half-hour hence, [1] => I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least [2] => Go see my lord aboard: for this time leave me. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CLOTEN and two Lords [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the [1] => violence of action hath made you reek as a [2] => sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in: [3] => there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be [1] => not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => backside the town. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => The villain would not stand me. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but [1] => he added to your having; gave you some ground. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => I would they had not come between us. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => a fool you were upon the ground. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => And that she should love this fellow and refuse me! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => is damned. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain [1] => go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen [2] => small reflection of her wit. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => reflection should hurt her. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some [1] => hurt done! ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => of an ass, which is no great hurt. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => You'll go with us? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => I'll attend your lordship. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Nay, come, let's go together. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Well, my lord. ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A room in Cymbeline's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO [1] => Enter a Lady [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven, [1] => And question'dst every sail: if he should write [2] => And not have it, 'twere a paper lost, [3] => As offer'd mercy is. What was the last [4] => That he spake to thee? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => It was his queen, his queen! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Then waved his handkerchief? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => And kiss'd it, madam. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Senseless Linen! happier therein than I! [1] => And that was all? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, madam; for so long [1] => As he could make me with this eye or ear [2] => Distinguish him from others, he did keep [3] => The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, [4] => Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mind [5] => Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on, [6] => How swift his ship. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou shouldst have made him [1] => As little as a crow, or less, ere left [2] => To after-eye him. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Madam, so I did. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but [1] => To look upon him, till the diminution [2] => Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle, [3] => Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from [4] => The smallness of a gnat to air, and then [5] => Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Pisanio, [6] => When shall we hear from him? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be assured, madam, [1] => With his next vantage. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I did not take my leave of him, but had [1] => Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him [2] => How I would think on him at certain hours [3] => Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear [4] => The shes of Italy should not betray [5] => Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him, [6] => At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, [7] => To encounter me with orisons, for then [8] => I am in heaven for him; or ere I could [9] => Give him that parting kiss which I had set [10] => Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father [11] => And like the tyrannous breathing of the north [12] => Shakes all our buds from growing. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The queen, madam, [1] => Desires your highness' company. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd. [1] => I will attend the queen. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Madam, I shall. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Rome. Philario's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a Frenchman, a Dutchman, and a Spaniard [1] => Exeunt POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and IACHIMO [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain: he was [1] => then of a crescent note, expected to prove so worthy [2] => as since he hath been allowed the name of; but I [3] => could then have looked on him without the help of [4] => admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments [5] => had been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You speak of him when he was less furnished than now [1] => he is with that which makes him both without and within. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Frenchman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have seen him in France: we had very many there [1] => could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This matter of marrying his king's daughter, wherein [1] => he must be weighed rather by her value than his own, [2] => words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Frenchman [LINE] => And then his banishment. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, and the approbation of those that weep this [1] => lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully [2] => to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment, [3] => which else an easy battery might lay flat, for [4] => taking a beggar without less quality. But how comes [5] => it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps [6] => acquaintance? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His father and I were soldiers together; to whom I [1] => have been often bound for no less than my life. [2] => Here comes the Briton: let him be so entertained [3] => amongst you as suits, with gentlemen of your [4] => knowing, to a stranger of his quality. [5] => I beseech you all, be better known to this [6] => gentleman; whom I commend to you as a noble friend [7] => of mine: how worthy he is I will leave to appear [8] => hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Frenchman [LINE] => Sir, we have known together in Orleans. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies, [1] => which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Frenchman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: I was glad I [1] => did atone my countryman and you; it had been pity [2] => you should have been put together with so mortal a [3] => purpose as then each bore, upon importance of so [4] => slight and trivial a nature. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller; [1] => rather shunned to go even with what I heard than in [2] => my every action to be guided by others' experiences: [3] => but upon my mended judgment--if I offend not to say [4] => it is mended--my quarrel was not altogether slight. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Frenchman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrement of swords, [1] => and by such two that would by all likelihood have [2] => confounded one the other, or have fallen both. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Can we, with manners, ask what was the difference? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Frenchman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Safely, I think: 'twas a contention in public, [1] => which may, without contradiction, suffer the report. [2] => It was much like an argument that fell out last [3] => night, where each of us fell in praise of our [4] => country mistresses; this gentleman at that time [5] => vouching--and upon warrant of bloody [6] => affirmation--his to be more fair, virtuous, wise, [7] => chaste, constant-qualified and less attemptable [8] => than any the rarest of our ladies in France. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That lady is not now living, or this gentleman's [1] => opinion by this worn out. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => She holds her virtue still and I my mind. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => You must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of Italy. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Being so far provoked as I was in France, I would [1] => abate her nothing, though I profess myself her [2] => adorer, not her friend. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As fair and as good--a kind of hand-in-hand [1] => comparison--had been something too fair and too good [2] => for any lady in Britain. If she went before others [3] => I have seen, as that diamond of yours outlustres [4] => many I have beheld. I could not but believe she [5] => excelled many: but I have not seen the most [6] => precious diamond that is, nor you the lady. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => I praised her as I rated her: so do I my stone. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => What do you esteem it at? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => More than the world enjoys. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Either your unparagoned mistress is dead, or she's [1] => outprized by a trifle. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are mistaken: the one may be sold, or given, if [1] => there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit [2] => for the gift: the other is not a thing for sale, [3] => and only the gift of the gods. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Which the gods have given you? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Which, by their graces, I will keep. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You may wear her in title yours: but, you know, [1] => strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your [2] => ring may be stolen too: so your brace of unprizable [3] => estimations; the one is but frail and the other [4] => casual; a cunning thief, or a that way accomplished [5] => courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier [1] => to convince the honour of my mistress, if, in the [2] => holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do [3] => nothing doubt you have store of thieves; [4] => notwithstanding, I fear not my ring. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Let us leave here, gentlemen. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I [1] => thank him, makes no stranger of me; we are familiar at first. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With five times so much conversation, I should get [1] => ground of your fair mistress, make her go back, even [2] => to the yielding, had I admittance and opportunity to friend. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => No, no. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to [1] => your ring; which, in my opinion, o'ervalues it [2] => something: but I make my wager rather against your [3] => confidence than her reputation: and, to bar your [4] => offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any [5] => lady in the world. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are a great deal abused in too bold a [1] => persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're [2] => worthy of by your attempt. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => What's that? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A repulse: though your attempt, as you call it, [1] => deserve more; a punishment too. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly; [1] => let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be [2] => better acquainted. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Would I had put my estate and my neighbour's on the [1] => approbation of what I have spoke! ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => What lady would you choose to assail? ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yours; whom in constancy you think stands so safe. [1] => I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring, [2] => that, commend me to the court where your lady is, [3] => with no more advantage than the opportunity of a [4] => second conference, and I will bring from thence [5] => that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring [1] => I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are afraid, and therein the wiser. If you buy [1] => ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot [2] => preserve it from tainting: but I see you have some [3] => religion in you, that you fear. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a [1] => graver purpose, I hope. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am the master of my speeches, and would undergo [1] => what's spoken, I swear. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will you? I shall but lend my diamond till your [1] => return: let there be covenants drawn between's: my [2] => mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your [3] => unworthy thinking: I dare you to this match: here's my ring. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => I will have it no lay. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the gods, it is one. If I bring you no [1] => sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest [2] => bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats [3] => are yours; so is your diamond too: if I come off, [4] => and leave her in such honour as you have trust in, [5] => she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are [6] => yours: provided I have your commendation for my more [7] => free entertainment. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I embrace these conditions; let us have articles [1] => betwixt us. Only, thus far you shall answer: if [2] => you make your voyage upon her and give me directly [3] => to understand you have prevailed, I am no further [4] => your enemy; she is not worth our debate: if she [5] => remain unseduced, you not making it appear [6] => otherwise, for your ill opinion and the assault you [7] => have made to her chastity you shall answer me with [8] => your sword. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your hand; a covenant: we will have these things set [1] => down by lawful counsel, and straight away for [2] => Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and [3] => starve: I will fetch my gold and have our two [4] => wagers recorded. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Agreed. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Frenchman [LINE] => Will this hold, think you? ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Signior Iachimo will not from it. [1] => Pray, let us follow 'em. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Britain. A room in Cymbeline's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter QUEEN, Ladies, and CORNELIUS [1] => Exit [2] => Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies [3] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers; [1] => Make haste: who has the note of them? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lady [LINE] => I, madam. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dispatch. [1] => Now, master doctor, have you brought those drugs? ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt Ladies ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pleaseth your highness, ay: here they are, madam: [1] => But I beseech your grace, without offence,-- [2] => My conscience bids me ask--wherefore you have [3] => Commanded of me those most poisonous compounds, [4] => Which are the movers of a languishing death; [5] => But though slow, deadly? ) [STAGEDIR] => Presenting a small box ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I wonder, doctor, [1] => Thou ask'st me such a question. Have I not been [2] => Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how [3] => To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so [4] => That our great king himself doth woo me oft [5] => For my confections? Having thus far proceeded,-- [6] => Unless thou think'st me devilish--is't not meet [7] => That I did amplify my judgment in [8] => Other conclusions? I will try the forces [9] => Of these thy compounds on such creatures as [10] => We count not worth the hanging, but none human, [11] => To try the vigour of them and apply [12] => Allayments to their act, and by them gather [13] => Their several virtues and effects. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your highness [1] => Shall from this practise but make hard your heart: [2] => Besides, the seeing these effects will be [3] => Both noisome and infectious. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, content thee. [1] => Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him [2] => Will I first work: he's for his master, [3] => An enemy to my son. How now, Pisanio! [4] => Doctor, your service for this time is ended; [5] => Take your own way. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PISANIO [1] => Aside ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => But you shall do no harm. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To PISANIO ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit, [2] => And will not trust one of her malice with [3] => A drug of such damn'd nature. Those she has [4] => Will stupefy and dull the sense awhile; [5] => Which first, perchance, she'll prove on [6] => cats and dogs, [7] => Then afterward up higher: but there is [8] => No danger in what show of death it makes, [9] => More than the locking-up the spirits a time, [10] => To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd [11] => With a most false effect; and I the truer, [12] => So to be false with her. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No further service, doctor, [1] => Until I send for thee. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => I humbly take my leave. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou think in time [1] => She will not quench and let instructions enter [2] => Where folly now possesses? Do thou work: [3] => When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son, [4] => I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then [5] => As great as is thy master, greater, for [6] => His fortunes all lie speechless and his name [7] => Is at last gasp: return he cannot, nor [8] => Continue where he is: to shift his being [9] => Is to exchange one misery with another, [10] => And every day that comes comes to decay [11] => A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect, [12] => To be depender on a thing that leans, [13] => Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends, [14] => So much as but to prop him? [15] => Thou takest up [16] => Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour: [17] => It is a thing I made, which hath the king [18] => Five times redeem'd from death: I do not know [19] => What is more cordial. Nay, I prethee, take it; [20] => It is an earnest of a further good [21] => That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how [22] => The case stands with her; do't as from thyself. [23] => Think what a chance thou changest on, but think [24] => Thou hast thy mistress still, to boot, my son, [25] => Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the king [26] => To any shape of thy preferment such [27] => As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly, [28] => That set thee on to this desert, am bound [29] => To load thy merit richly. Call my women: [30] => Think on my words. [31] => A sly and constant knave, [32] => Not to be shaked; the agent for his master [33] => And the remembrancer of her to hold [34] => The hand-fast to her lord. I have given him that [35] => Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her [36] => Of liegers for her sweet, and which she after, [37] => Except she bend her humour, shall be assured [38] => To taste of too. [39] => So, so: well done, well done: [40] => The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, [41] => Bear to my closet. Fare thee well, Pisanio; [42] => Think on my words. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => The QUEEN drops the box: PISANIO takes it up [1] => Exit PISANIO [2] => Re-enter PISANIO and Ladies ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And shall do: [1] => But when to my good lord I prove untrue, [2] => I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you. ) ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. The same. Another room in the palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter IMOGEN [1] => Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO [2] => Presents a letter [3] => Exit [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A father cruel, and a step-dame false; [1] => A foolish suitor to a wedded lady, [2] => That hath her husband banish'd;--O, that husband! [3] => My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated [4] => Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol'n, [5] => As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable [6] => Is the desire that's glorious: blest be those, [7] => How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills, [8] => Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome, [1] => Comes from my lord with letters. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Change you, madam? [1] => The worthy Leonatus is in safety [2] => And greets your highness dearly. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, good sir: [1] => You're kindly welcome. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, [2] => She is alone the Arabian bird, and I [3] => Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend! [4] => Arm me, audacity, from head to foot! [5] => Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; [6] => Rather directly fly. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon [2] => him accordingly, as you value your trust-- [3] => LEONATUS.' [4] => So far I read aloud: [5] => But even the very middle of my heart [6] => Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully. [7] => You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I [8] => Have words to bid you, and shall find it so [9] => In all that I can do. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, fairest lady. [1] => What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes [2] => To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop [3] => Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt [4] => The fiery orbs above and the twinn'd stones [5] => Upon the number'd beach? and can we not [6] => Partition make with spectacles so precious [7] => 'Twixt fair and foul? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => What makes your admiration? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It cannot be i' the eye, for apes and monkeys [1] => 'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and [2] => Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judgment, [3] => For idiots in this case of favour would [4] => Be wisely definite; nor i' the appetite; [5] => Sluttery to such neat excellence opposed [6] => Should make desire vomit emptiness, [7] => Not so allured to feed. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => What is the matter, trow? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The cloyed will, [1] => That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub [2] => Both fill'd and running, ravening first the lamb [3] => Longs after for the garbage. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, dear sir, [1] => Thus raps you? Are you well? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, madam; well. [1] => Beseech you, sir, desire [2] => My man's abode where I did leave him: he [3] => Is strange and peevish. ) [STAGEDIR] => To PISANIO ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I was going, sir, [1] => To give him welcome. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Continues well my lord? His health, beseech you? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Well, madam. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there [1] => So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd [2] => The Briton reveller. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When he was here, [1] => He did incline to sadness, and oft-times [2] => Not knowing why. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I never saw him sad. [1] => There is a Frenchman his companion, one [2] => An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves [3] => A Gallian girl at home; he furnaces [4] => The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly Briton-- [5] => Your lord, I mean--laughs from's free lungs, cries 'O, [6] => Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knows [7] => By history, report, or his own proof, [8] => What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose [9] => But must be, will his free hours languish for [10] => Assured bondage?' ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Will my lord say so? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter: [1] => It is a recreation to be by [2] => And hear him mock the Frenchman. But, heavens know, [3] => Some men are much to blame. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Not he, I hope. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not he: but yet heaven's bounty towards him might [1] => Be used more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much; [2] => In you, which I account his beyond all talents, [3] => Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound [4] => To pity too. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => What do you pity, sir? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Two creatures heartily. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Am I one, sir? [1] => You look on me: what wreck discern you in me [2] => Deserves your pity? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lamentable! What, [1] => To hide me from the radiant sun and solace [2] => I' the dungeon by a snuff? ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, sir, [1] => Deliver with more openness your answers [2] => To my demands. Why do you pity me? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That others do-- [1] => I was about to say--enjoy your--But [2] => It is an office of the gods to venge it, [3] => Not mine to speak on 't. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You do seem to know [1] => Something of me, or what concerns me: pray you,-- [2] => Since doubling things go ill often hurts more [3] => Than to be sure they do; for certainties [4] => Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, [5] => The remedy then born--discover to me [6] => What both you spur and stop. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Had I this cheek [1] => To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, [2] => Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul [3] => To the oath of loyalty; this object, which [4] => Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye, [5] => Fixing it only here; should I, damn'd then, [6] => Slaver with lips as common as the stairs [7] => That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands [8] => Made hard with hourly falsehood--falsehood, as [9] => With labour; then by-peeping in an eye [10] => Base and unlustrous as the smoky light [11] => That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit [12] => That all the plagues of hell should at one time [13] => Encounter such revolt. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I fear, [1] => Has forgot Britain. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And himself. Not I, [1] => Inclined to this intelligence, pronounce [2] => The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces [3] => That from pay mutest conscience to my tongue [4] => Charms this report out. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Let me hear no more. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart [1] => With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady [2] => So fair, and fasten'd to an empery, [3] => Would make the great'st king double,--to be partner'd [4] => With tomboys hired with that self-exhibition [5] => Which your own coffers yield! with diseased ventures [6] => That play with all infirmities for gold [7] => Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff [8] => As well might poison poison! Be revenged; [9] => Or she that bore you was no queen, and you [10] => Recoil from your great stock. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Revenged! [1] => How should I be revenged? If this be true,-- [2] => As I have such a heart that both mine ears [3] => Must not in haste abuse--if it be true, [4] => How should I be revenged? ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Should he make me [1] => Live, like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets, [2] => Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps, [3] => In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it. [4] => I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure, [5] => More noble than that runagate to your bed, [6] => And will continue fast to your affection, [7] => Still close as sure. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => What, ho, Pisanio! ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Let me my service tender on your lips. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away! I do condemn mine ears that have [1] => So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable, [2] => Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not [3] => For such an end thou seek'st,--as base as strange. [4] => Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far [5] => From thy report as thou from honour, and [6] => Solicit'st here a lady that disdains [7] => Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio! [8] => The king my father shall be made acquainted [9] => Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit, [10] => A saucy stranger in his court to mart [11] => As in a Romish stew and to expound [12] => His beastly mind to us, he hath a court [13] => He little cares for and a daughter who [14] => He not respects at all. What, ho, Pisanio! ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O happy Leonatus! I may say [1] => The credit that thy lady hath of thee [2] => Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodness [3] => Her assured credit. Blessed live you long! [4] => A lady to the worthiest sir that ever [5] => Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only [6] => For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon. [7] => I have spoke this, to know if your affiance [8] => Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord, [9] => That which he is, new o'er: and he is one [10] => The truest manner'd; such a holy witch [11] => That he enchants societies into him; [12] => Half all men's hearts are his. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => You make amends. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He sits 'mongst men like a descended god: [1] => He hath a kind of honour sets him off, [2] => More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, [3] => Most mighty princess, that I have adventured [4] => To try your taking a false report; which hath [5] => Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment [6] => In the election of a sir so rare, [7] => Which you know cannot err: the love I bear him [8] => Made me to fan you thus, but the gods made you, [9] => Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All's well, sir: take my power i' the court [1] => for yours. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My humble thanks. I had almost forgot [1] => To entreat your grace but in a small request, [2] => And yet of moment to, for it concerns [3] => Your lord; myself and other noble friends, [4] => Are partners in the business. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Pray, what is't? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Some dozen Romans of us and your lord-- [1] => The best feather of our wing--have mingled sums [2] => To buy a present for the emperor [3] => Which I, the factor for the rest, have done [4] => In France: 'tis plate of rare device, and jewels [5] => Of rich and exquisite form; their values great; [6] => And I am something curious, being strange, [7] => To have them in safe stowage: may it please you [8] => To take them in protection? ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Willingly; [1] => And pawn mine honour for their safety: since [2] => My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them [3] => In my bedchamber. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They are in a trunk, [1] => Attended by my men: I will make bold [2] => To send them to you, only for this night; [3] => I must aboard to-morrow. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => O, no, no. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word [1] => By lengthening my return. From Gallia [2] => I cross'd the seas on purpose and on promise [3] => To see your grace. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank you for your pains: [1] => But not away to-morrow! ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, I must, madam: [1] => Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please [2] => To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night: [3] => I have outstood my time; which is material [4] => To the tender of our present. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will write. [1] => Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, [2] => And truly yielded you. You're very welcome. ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Britain. Before Cymbeline's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CLOTEN and two Lords [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the [1] => jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a [2] => hundred pound on't: and then a whoreson jackanapes [3] => must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine [4] => oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What got he by that? You have broke his pate with [1] => your bowl. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => it would have run all out. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for [1] => any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No my lord; [1] => nor crop the ears of them. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction? [1] => Would he had been one of my rank! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am not vexed more at any thing in the earth: a [1] => pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am; [2] => they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my [3] => mother: every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of [4] => fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that [5] => nobody can match. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => cock, with your comb on. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Sayest thou? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is not fit your lordship should undertake every [1] => companion that you give offence to. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit [1] => offence to my inferiors. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Why, so I say. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => A stranger, and I not know on't! ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => not. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of [1] => Leonatus' friends. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another, [1] => whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => One of your lordship's pages. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no [1] => derogation in't? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => You cannot derogate, my lord. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Not easily, I think. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => issues, being foolish, do not derogate. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, I'll go see this Italian: what I have lost [1] => to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll attend your lordship. [1] => That such a crafty devil as is his mother [2] => Should yield the world this ass! a woman that [3] => Bears all down with her brain; and this her son [4] => Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart, [5] => And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess, [6] => Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest, [7] => Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd, [8] => A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer [9] => More hateful than the foul expulsion is [10] => Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act [11] => Of the divorce he'ld make! The heavens hold firm [12] => The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked [13] => That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand, [14] => To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt CLOTEN and First Lord ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Imogen's bedchamber in Cymbeline's palace: a trunk in one corner of it. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => IMOGEN in bed, reading; a Lady attending [1] => Sleeps. IACHIMO comes from the trunk ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Who's there? my woman Helen? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Please you, madam ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => What hour is it? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Almost midnight, madam. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have read three hours then: mine eyes are weak: [1] => Fold down the leaf where I have left: to bed: [2] => Take not away the taper, leave it burning; [3] => And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock, [4] => I prithee, call me. Sleep hath seized me wholly [5] => To your protection I commend me, gods. [6] => From fairies and the tempters of the night [7] => Guard me, beseech ye. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Lady ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense [1] => Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus [2] => Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd [3] => The chastity he wounded. Cytherea, [4] => How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily, [5] => And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! [6] => But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd, [7] => How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that [8] => Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the taper [9] => Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids, [10] => To see the enclosed lights, now canopied [11] => Under these windows, white and azure laced [12] => With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design, [13] => To note the chamber: I will write all down: [14] => Such and such pictures; there the window; such [15] => The adornment of her bed; the arras; figures, [16] => Why, such and such; and the contents o' the story. [17] => Ah, but some natural notes about her body, [18] => Above ten thousand meaner moveables [19] => Would testify, to enrich mine inventory. [20] => O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! [21] => And be her sense but as a monument, [22] => Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off: [23] => As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard! [24] => 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, [25] => As strongly as the conscience does within, [26] => To the madding of her lord. On her left breast [27] => A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops [28] => I' the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher, [29] => Stronger than ever law could make: this secret [30] => Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en [31] => The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end? [32] => Why should I write this down, that's riveted, [33] => Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late [34] => The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down [35] => Where Philomel gave up. I have enough: [36] => To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. [37] => Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning [38] => May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear; [39] => Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. [40] => One, two, three: time, time! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Taking off her bracelet [1] => Clock strikes [2] => Goes into the trunk. The scene closes ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => Scene III An ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's apartments. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CLOTEN and Lords [1] => Exeunt Musicians [2] => Enter a Messenger [3] => Exeunt all but CLOTEN [4] => Enter a Lady [5] => Enter IMOGEN [6] => Exit Lady [7] => Enter PISANIO [8] => Exit PISANIO [9] => Exit [10] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the [1] => most coldest that ever turned up ace. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => It would make any man cold to lose. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But not every man patient after the noble temper of [1] => your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Winning will put any man into courage. If I could [1] => get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough. [2] => It's almost morning, is't not? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Day, my lord. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would this music would come: I am advised to give [1] => her music o' mornings; they say it will penetrate. [2] => Come on; tune: if you can penetrate her with your [3] => fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if none [4] => will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er. [5] => First, a very excellent good-conceited thing; [6] => after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich [7] => words to it: and then let her consider. [8] => Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, [9] => And Phoebus 'gins arise, [10] => His steeds to water at those springs [11] => On chaliced flowers that lies; [12] => And winking Mary-buds begin [13] => To ope their golden eyes: [14] => With every thing that pretty is, [15] => My lady sweet, arise: [16] => Arise, arise. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter Musicians [1] => SONG ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will [1] => consider your music the better: if it do not, it is [2] => a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs and [3] => calves'-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to [4] => boot, can never amend. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Here comes the king. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am glad I was up so late; for that's the reason I [1] => was up so early: he cannot choose but take this [2] => service I have done fatherly. [3] => Good morrow to your majesty and to my gracious mother. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Attend you here the door of our stern daughter? [1] => Will she not forth? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The exile of her minion is too new; [1] => She hath not yet forgot him: some more time [2] => Must wear the print of his remembrance out, [3] => And then she's yours. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are most bound to the king, [1] => Who lets go by no vantages that may [2] => Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself [3] => To orderly soliciting, and be friended [4] => With aptness of the season; make denials [5] => Increase your services; so seem as if [6] => You were inspired to do those duties which [7] => You tender to her; that you in all obey her, [8] => Save when command to your dismission tends, [9] => And therein you are senseless. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Senseless! not so. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; [1] => The one is Caius Lucius. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A worthy fellow, [1] => Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; [2] => But that's no fault of his: we must receive him [3] => According to the honour of his sender; [4] => And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us, [5] => We must extend our notice. Our dear son, [6] => When you have given good morning to your mistress, [7] => Attend the queen and us; we shall have need [8] => To employ you towards this Roman. Come, our queen. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, [1] => Let her lie still and dream. [2] => By your leave, ho! [3] => I Know her women are about her: what [4] => If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold [5] => Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes [6] => Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up [7] => Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold [8] => Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief; [9] => Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man: what [10] => Can it not do and undo? I will make [11] => One of her women lawyer to me, for [12] => I yet not understand the case myself. [13] => By your leave. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Knocks [1] => Knocks ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Who's there that knocks? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => A gentleman. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => No more? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's more [1] => Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours, [2] => Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Your lady's person: is she ready? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, [1] => To keep her chamber. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is gold for you; [1] => Sell me your good report. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lady [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How! my good name? or to report of you [1] => What I shall think is good?--The princess! ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Good morrow, fairest: sister, your sweet hand. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains [1] => For purchasing but trouble; the thanks I give [2] => Is telling you that I am poor of thanks [3] => And scarce can spare them. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Still, I swear I love you. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: [1] => If you swear still, your recompense is still [2] => That I regard it not. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => This is no answer. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But that you shall not say I yield being silent, [1] => I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: 'faith, [2] => I shall unfold equal discourtesy [3] => To your best kindness: one of your great knowing [4] => Should learn, being taught, forbearance. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin: [1] => I will not. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Fools are not mad folks. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Do you call me fool? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As I am mad, I do: [1] => If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; [2] => That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir, [3] => You put me to forget a lady's manners, [4] => By being so verbal: and learn now, for all, [5] => That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, [6] => By the very truth of it, I care not for you, [7] => And am so near the lack of charity-- [8] => To accuse myself--I hate you; which I had rather [9] => You felt than make't my boast. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You sin against [1] => Obedience, which you owe your father. For [2] => The contract you pretend with that base wretch, [3] => One bred of alms and foster'd with cold dishes, [4] => With scraps o' the court, it is no contract, none: [5] => And though it be allow'd in meaner parties-- [6] => Yet who than he more mean?--to knit their souls, [7] => On whom there is no more dependency [8] => But brats and beggary, in self-figured knot; [9] => Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by [10] => The consequence o' the crown, and must not soil [11] => The precious note of it with a base slave. [12] => A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, [13] => A pantler, not so eminent. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Profane fellow [1] => Wert thou the son of Jupiter and no more [2] => But what thou art besides, thou wert too base [3] => To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough, [4] => Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made [5] => Comparative for your virtues, to be styled [6] => The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated [7] => For being preferred so well. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => The south-fog rot him! ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He never can meet more mischance than come [1] => To be but named of thee. His meanest garment, [2] => That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer [3] => In my respect than all the hairs above thee, [4] => Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio! ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => 'His garment!' Now the devil-- ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently-- ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => 'His garment!' ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am sprited with a fool. [1] => Frighted, and anger'd worse: go bid my woman [2] => Search for a jewel that too casually [3] => Hath left mine arm: it was thy master's: 'shrew me, [4] => If I would lose it for a revenue [5] => Of any king's in Europe. I do think [6] => I saw't this morning: confident I am [7] => Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it: [8] => I hope it be not gone to tell my lord [9] => That I kiss aught but he. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => 'Twill not be lost. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => I hope so: go and search. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have abused me: [1] => 'His meanest garment!' ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, I said so, sir: [1] => If you will make't an action, call witness to't. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => I will inform your father. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your mother too: [1] => She's my good lady, and will conceive, I hope, [2] => But the worst of me. So, I leave you, sir, [3] => To the worst of discontent. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll be revenged: [1] => 'His meanest garment!' Well. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Rome. Philario's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO [1] => Enter IACHIMO [2] => Exit [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fear it not, sir: I would I were so sure [1] => To win the king as I am bold her honour [2] => Will remain hers. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => What means do you make to him? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not any, but abide the change of time, [1] => Quake in the present winter's state and wish [2] => That warmer days would come: in these sear'd hopes, [3] => I barely gratify your love; they failing, [4] => I must die much your debtor. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your very goodness and your company [1] => O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king [2] => Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius [3] => Will do's commission throughly: and I think [4] => He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, [5] => Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance [6] => Is yet fresh in their grief. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do believe, [1] => Statist though I am none, nor like to be, [2] => That this will prove a war; and you shall hear [3] => The legions now in Gallia sooner landed [4] => In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings [5] => Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen [6] => Are men more order'd than when Julius Caesar [7] => Smiled at their lack of skill, but found [8] => their courage [9] => Worthy his frowning at: their discipline, [10] => Now mingled with their courages, will make known [11] => To their approvers they are people such [12] => That mend upon the world. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => See! Iachimo! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The swiftest harts have posted you by land; [1] => And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails, [2] => To make your vessel nimble. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Welcome, sir. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I hope the briefness of your answer made [1] => The speediness of your return. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your lady [1] => Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And therewithal the best; or let her beauty [1] => Look through a casement to allure false hearts [2] => And be false with them. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Here are letters for you. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Their tenor good, I trust. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => 'Tis very like. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court [1] => When you were there? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He was expected then, [1] => But not approach'd. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All is well yet. [1] => Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not [2] => Too dull for your good wearing? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I had lost it, [1] => I should have lost the worth of it in gold. [2] => I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy [3] => A second night of such sweet shortness which [4] => Was mine in Britain, for the ring is won. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => The stone's too hard to come by. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not a whit, [1] => Your lady being so easy. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Make not, sir, [1] => Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we [2] => Must not continue friends. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good sir, we must, [1] => If you keep covenant. Had I not brought [2] => The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant [3] => We were to question further: but I now [4] => Profess myself the winner of her honour, [5] => Together with your ring; and not the wronger [6] => Of her or you, having proceeded but [7] => By both your wills. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you can make't apparent [1] => That you have tasted her in bed, my hand [2] => And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion [3] => You had of her pure honour gains or loses [4] => Your sword or mine, or masterless leaves both [5] => To who shall find them. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, my circumstances, [1] => Being so near the truth as I will make them, [2] => Must first induce you to believe: whose strength [3] => I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, [4] => You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find [5] => You need it not. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Proceed. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, her bedchamber,-- [1] => Where, I confess, I slept not, but profess [2] => Had that was well worth watching--it was hang'd [3] => With tapesty of silk and silver; the story [4] => Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, [5] => And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for [6] => The press of boats or pride: a piece of work [7] => So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive [8] => In workmanship and value; which I wonder'd [9] => Could be so rarely and exactly wrought, [10] => Since the true life on't was-- ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is true; [1] => And this you might have heard of here, by me, [2] => Or by some other. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => More particulars [1] => Must justify my knowledge. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So they must, [1] => Or do your honour injury. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The chimney [1] => Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece [2] => Chaste Dian bathing: never saw I figures [3] => So likely to report themselves: the cutter [4] => Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her, [5] => Motion and breath left out. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is a thing [1] => Which you might from relation likewise reap, [2] => Being, as it is, much spoke of. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The roof o' the chamber [1] => With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons-- [2] => I had forgot them--were two winking Cupids [3] => Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely [4] => Depending on their brands. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is her honour! [1] => Let it be granted you have seen all this--and praise [2] => Be given to your remembrance--the description [3] => Of what is in her chamber nothing saves [4] => The wager you have laid. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, if you can, [1] => Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel; see! [2] => And now 'tis up again: it must be married [3] => To that your diamond; I'll keep them. ) [STAGEDIR] => Showing the bracelet ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Jove! [1] => Once more let me behold it: is it that [2] => Which I left with her? ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir--I thank her--that: [1] => She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; [2] => Her pretty action did outsell her gift, [3] => And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me, and said [4] => She prized it once. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => May be she pluck'd it off [1] => To send it me. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => She writes so to you, doth she? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, no, no, no! 'tis true. Here, take this too; [1] => It is a basilisk unto mine eye, [2] => Kills me to look on't. Let there be no honour [3] => Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love, [4] => Where there's another man: the vows of women [5] => Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, [6] => Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing. [7] => O, above measure false! ) [STAGEDIR] => Gives the ring ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have patience, sir, [1] => And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: [2] => It may be probable she lost it; or [3] => Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, [4] => Hath stol'n it from her? ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Very true; [1] => And so, I hope, he came by't. Back my ring: [2] => Render to me some corporal sign about her, [3] => More evident than this; for this was stolen. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => By Jupiter, I had it from her arm. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears. [1] => 'Tis true:--nay, keep the ring--'tis true: I am sure [2] => She would not lose it: her attendants are [3] => All sworn and honourable:--they induced to steal it! [4] => And by a stranger!--No, he hath enjoyed her: [5] => The cognizance of her incontinency [6] => Is this: she hath bought the name of whore [7] => thus dearly. [8] => There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell [9] => Divide themselves between you! ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, be patient: [1] => This is not strong enough to be believed [2] => Of one persuaded well of-- ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Never talk on't; [1] => She hath been colted by him. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you seek [1] => For further satisfying, under her breast-- [2] => Worthy the pressing--lies a mole, right proud [3] => Of that most delicate lodging: by my life, [4] => I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger [5] => To feed again, though full. You do remember [6] => This stain upon her? ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, and it doth confirm [1] => Another stain, as big as hell can hold, [2] => Were there no more but it. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Will you hear more? ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns; [1] => Once, and a million! ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => I'll be sworn-- ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No swearing. [1] => If you will swear you have not done't, you lie; [2] => And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny [3] => Thou'st made me cuckold. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => I'll deny nothing. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! [1] => I will go there and do't, i' the court, before [2] => Her father. I'll do something-- ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILARIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Quite besides [1] => The government of patience! You have won: [2] => Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath [3] => He hath against himself. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => With an my heart. ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Another room in Philario's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is there no way for men to be but women [1] => Must be half-workers? We are all bastards; [2] => And that most venerable man which I [3] => Did call my father, was I know not where [4] => When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools [5] => Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd [6] => The Dian of that time so doth my wife [7] => The nonpareil of this. O, vengeance, vengeance! [8] => Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd [9] => And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with [10] => A pudency so rosy the sweet view on't [11] => Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her [12] => As chaste as unsunn'd snow. O, all the devils! [13] => This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,--wast not?-- [14] => Or less,--at first?--perchance he spoke not, but, [15] => Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, [16] => Cried 'O!' and mounted; found no opposition [17] => But what he look'd for should oppose and she [18] => Should from encounter guard. Could I find out [19] => The woman's part in me! For there's no motion [20] => That tends to vice in man, but I affirm [21] => It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it, [22] => The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; [23] => Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers; [24] => Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, [25] => Nice longing, slanders, mutability, [26] => All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows, [27] => Why, hers, in part or all; but rather, all; [28] => For even to vice [29] => They are not constant but are changing still [30] => One vice, but of a minute old, for one [31] => Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, [32] => Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill [33] => In a true hate, to pray they have their will: [34] => The very devils cannot plague them better. ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Britain. A hall in Cymbeline's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter in state, CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, and Lords at one door, and at another, CAIUS LUCIUS and Attendants [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When Julius Caesar, whose remembrance yet [1] => Lives in men's eyes and will to ears and tongues [2] => Be theme and hearing ever, was in this Britain [3] => And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,-- [4] => Famous in Caesar's praises, no whit less [5] => Than in his feats deserving it--for him [6] => And his succession granted Rome a tribute, [7] => Yearly three thousand pounds, which by thee lately [8] => Is left untender'd. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, to kill the marvel, [1] => Shall be so ever. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There be many Caesars, [1] => Ere such another Julius. Britain is [2] => A world by itself; and we will nothing pay [3] => For wearing our own noses. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That opportunity [1] => Which then they had to take from 's, to resume [2] => We have again. Remember, sir, my liege, [3] => The kings your ancestors, together with [4] => The natural bravery of your isle, which stands [5] => As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in [6] => With rocks unscalable and roaring waters, [7] => With sands that will not bear your enemies' boats, [8] => But suck them up to the topmast. A kind of conquest [9] => Caesar made here; but made not here his brag [10] => Of 'Came' and 'saw' and 'overcame: ' with shame-- [11] => That first that ever touch'd him--he was carried [12] => From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping-- [13] => Poor ignorant baubles!-- upon our terrible seas, [14] => Like egg-shells moved upon their surges, crack'd [15] => As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof [16] => The famed Cassibelan, who was once at point-- [17] => O giglot fortune!--to master Caesar's sword, [18] => Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright [19] => And Britons strut with courage. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: our [1] => kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, [2] => as I said, there is no moe such Caesars: other of [3] => them may have crook'd noses, but to owe such [4] => straight arms, none. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Son, let your mother end. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as [1] => Cassibelan: I do not say I am one; but I have a [2] => hand. Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If [3] => Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or [4] => put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute [5] => for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You must know, [1] => Till the injurious Romans did extort [2] => This tribute from us, we were free: [3] => Caesar's ambition, [4] => Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch [5] => The sides o' the world, against all colour here [6] => Did put the yoke upon 's; which to shake off [7] => Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon [8] => Ourselves to be. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => CLOTEN [1] => Lords ) [LINE] => We do. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say, then, to Caesar, [1] => Our ancestor was that Mulmutius which [2] => Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword of Caesar [3] => Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise [4] => Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, [5] => Though Rome be therefore angry: Mulmutius made our laws, [6] => Who was the first of Britain which did put [7] => His brows within a golden crown and call'd [8] => Himself a king. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am sorry, Cymbeline, [1] => That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar-- [2] => Caesar, that hath more kings his servants than [3] => Thyself domestic officers--thine enemy: [4] => Receive it from me, then: war and confusion [5] => In Caesar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look [6] => For fury not to be resisted. Thus defied, [7] => I thank thee for myself. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art welcome, Caius. [1] => Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent [2] => Much under him; of him I gather'd honour; [3] => Which he to seek of me again, perforce, [4] => Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect [5] => That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for [6] => Their liberties are now in arms; a precedent [7] => Which not to read would show the Britons cold: [8] => So Caesar shall not find them. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Let proof speak. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His majesty bids you welcome. Make [1] => pastime with us a day or two, or longer: if [2] => you seek us afterwards in other terms, you [3] => shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you [4] => beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in [5] => the adventure, our crows shall fare the better [6] => for you; and there's an end. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => So, sir. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know your master's pleasure and he mine: [1] => All the remain is 'Welcome!' ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Another room in the palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PISANIO, with a letter [1] => Enter IMOGEN [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How? of adultery? Wherefore write you not [1] => What monster's her accuser? Leonatus, [2] => O master! what a strange infection [3] => Is fall'n into thy ear! What false Italian, [4] => As poisonous-tongued as handed, hath prevail'd [5] => On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal! No: [6] => She's punish'd for her truth, and undergoes, [7] => More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults [8] => As would take in some virtue. O my master! [9] => Thy mind to her is now as low as were [10] => Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her? [11] => Upon the love and truth and vows which I [12] => Have made to thy command? I, her? her blood? [13] => If it be so to do good service, never [14] => Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, [15] => That I should seem to lack humanity [16] => so much as this fact comes to? [17] => 'Do't: the letter [18] => that I have sent her, by her own command [19] => Shall give thee opportunity.' O damn'd paper! [20] => Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble, [21] => Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st [22] => So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes. [23] => I am ignorant in what I am commanded. ) [STAGEDIR] => Reading ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => How now, Pisanio! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Madam, here is a letter from my lord. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus! [1] => O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer [2] => That knew the stars as I his characters; [3] => He'ld lay the future open. You good gods, [4] => Let what is here contain'd relish of love, [5] => Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not [6] => That we two are asunder; let that grieve him: [7] => Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them, [8] => For it doth physic love: of his content, [9] => All but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Blest be [10] => You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers [11] => And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike: [12] => Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet [13] => You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods! [14] => 'Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me [15] => in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as [16] => you, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me [17] => with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria, [18] => at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of [19] => this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all [20] => happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, [21] => increasing in love, [22] => LEONATUS POSTHUMUS.' [23] => O, for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio? [24] => He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me [25] => How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs [26] => May plod it in a week, why may not I [27] => Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,-- [28] => Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,-- [29] => let me bate,-but not like me--yet long'st, [30] => But in a fainter kind:--O, not like me; [31] => For mine's beyond beyond--say, and speak thick; [32] => Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, [33] => To the smothering of the sense--how far it is [34] => To this same blessed Milford: and by the way [35] => Tell me how Wales was made so happy as [36] => To inherit such a haven: but first of all, [37] => How we may steal from hence, and for the gap [38] => That we shall make in time, from our hence-going [39] => And our return, to excuse: but first, how get hence: [40] => Why should excuse be born or e'er begot? [41] => We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak, [42] => How many score of miles may we well ride [43] => 'Twixt hour and hour? ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One score 'twixt sun and sun, [1] => Madam, 's enough for you: [2] => and too much too. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, one that rode to's execution, man, [1] => Could never go so slow: I have heard of [2] => riding wagers, [3] => Where horses have been nimbler than the sands [4] => That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery: [5] => Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say [6] => She'll home to her father: and provide me presently [7] => A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit [8] => A franklin's housewife. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Madam, you're best consider. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I see before me, man: nor here, nor here, [1] => Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them, [2] => That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee; [3] => Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say, [4] => Accessible is none but Milford way. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Wales: a mountainous country with a cave. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS; GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS following [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A goodly day not to keep house, with such [1] => Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys; this gate [2] => Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you [3] => To a morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs [4] => Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through [5] => And keep their impious turbans on, without [6] => Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven! [7] => We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly [8] => As prouder livers do. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Hail, heaven! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Hail, heaven! ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now for our mountain sport: up to yond hill; [1] => Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, [2] => When you above perceive me like a crow, [3] => That it is place which lessens and sets off; [4] => And you may then revolve what tales I have told you [5] => Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: [6] => This service is not service, so being done, [7] => But being so allow'd: to apprehend thus, [8] => Draws us a profit from all things we see; [9] => And often, to our comfort, shall we find [10] => The sharded beetle in a safer hold [11] => Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life [12] => Is nobler than attending for a cheque, [13] => Richer than doing nothing for a bauble, [14] => Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk: [15] => Such gain the cap of him that makes 'em fine, [16] => Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged, [1] => Have never wing'd from view o' the nest, nor know not [2] => What air's from home. Haply this life is best, [3] => If quiet life be best; sweeter to you [4] => That have a sharper known; well corresponding [5] => With your stiff age: but unto us it is [6] => A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed; [7] => A prison for a debtor, that not dares [8] => To stride a limit. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What should we speak of [1] => When we are old as you? when we shall hear [2] => The rain and wind beat dark December, how, [3] => In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse [4] => The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing; [5] => We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey, [6] => Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat; [7] => Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage [8] => We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird, [9] => And sing our bondage freely. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How you speak! [1] => Did you but know the city's usuries [2] => And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court [3] => As hard to leave as keep; whose top to climb [4] => Is certain falling, or so slippery that [5] => The fear's as bad as falling; the toil o' the war, [6] => A pain that only seems to seek out danger [7] => I' the name of fame and honour; which dies i' [8] => the search, [9] => And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph [10] => As record of fair act; nay, many times, [11] => Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, [12] => Must court'sy at the censure:--O boys, this story [13] => The world may read in me: my body's mark'd [14] => With Roman swords, and my report was once [15] => First with the best of note: Cymbeline loved me, [16] => And when a soldier was the theme, my name [17] => Was not far off: then was I as a tree [18] => Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night, [19] => A storm or robbery, call it what you will, [20] => Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, [21] => And left me bare to weather. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Uncertain favour! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My fault being nothing--as I have told you oft-- [1] => But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd [2] => Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline [3] => I was confederate with the Romans: so [4] => Follow'd my banishment, and this twenty years [5] => This rock and these demesnes have been my world; [6] => Where I have lived at honest freedom, paid [7] => More pious debts to heaven than in all [8] => The fore-end of my time. But up to the mountains! [9] => This is not hunters' language: he that strikes [10] => The venison first shall be the lord o' the feast; [11] => To him the other two shall minister; [12] => And we will fear no poison, which attends [13] => In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys. [14] => How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! [15] => These boys know little they are sons to the king; [16] => Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. [17] => They think they are mine; and though train'd [18] => up thus meanly [19] => I' the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit [20] => The roofs of palaces, and nature prompts them [21] => In simple and low things to prince it much [22] => Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, [23] => The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, who [24] => The king his father call'd Guiderius,--Jove! [25] => When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell [26] => The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out [27] => Into my story: say 'Thus, mine enemy fell, [28] => And thus I set my foot on 's neck;' even then [29] => The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, [30] => Strains his young nerves and puts himself in posture [31] => That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, [32] => Once Arviragus, in as like a figure, [33] => Strikes life into my speech and shows much more [34] => His own conceiving.--Hark, the game is roused! [35] => O Cymbeline! heaven and my conscience knows [36] => Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon, [37] => At three and two years old, I stole these babes; [38] => Thinking to bar thee of succession, as [39] => Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, [40] => Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for [41] => their mother, [42] => And every day do honour to her grave: [43] => Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd, [44] => They take for natural father. The game is up. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Country near Milford-Haven. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN [1] => Exeunt, severally ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place [1] => Was near at hand: ne'er long'd my mother so [2] => To see me first, as I have now. Pisanio! man! [3] => Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind, [4] => That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh [5] => From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, [6] => Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd [7] => Beyond self-explication: put thyself [8] => Into a havior of less fear, ere wildness [9] => Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter? [10] => Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with [11] => A look untender? If't be summer news, [12] => Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st [13] => But keep that countenance still. My husband's hand! [14] => That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him, [15] => And he's at some hard point. Speak, man: thy tongue [16] => May take off some extremity, which to read [17] => Would be even mortal to me. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Please you, read; [1] => And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing [2] => The most disdain'd of fortune. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie [2] => bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises, [3] => but from proof as strong as my grief and as certain [4] => as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pisanio, [5] => must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with [6] => the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away [7] => her life: I shall give thee opportunity at [8] => Milford-Haven. She hath my letter for the purpose [9] => where, if thou fear to strike and to make me certain [10] => it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour and [11] => equally to me disloyal.' ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper [1] => Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander, [2] => Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue [3] => Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath [4] => Rides on the posting winds and doth belie [5] => All corners of the world: kings, queens and states, [6] => Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave [7] => This viperous slander enters. What cheer, madam? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => False to his bed! What is it to be false? [1] => To lie in watch there and to think on him? [2] => To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep [3] => charge nature, [4] => To break it with a fearful dream of him [5] => And cry myself awake? that's false to's bed, is it? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Alas, good lady! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I false! Thy conscience witness: Iachimo, [1] => Thou didst accuse him of incontinency; [2] => Thou then look'dst like a villain; now methinks [3] => Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy [4] => Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him: [5] => Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion; [6] => And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls, [7] => I must be ripp'd:--to pieces with me!--O, [8] => Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, [9] => By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought [10] => Put on for villany; not born where't grows, [11] => But worn a bait for ladies. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Good madam, hear me. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True honest men being heard, like false Aeneas, [1] => Were in his time thought false, and Sinon's weeping [2] => Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity [3] => From most true wretchedness: so thou, Posthumus, [4] => Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men; [5] => Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjured [6] => From thy great fall. Come, fellow, be thou honest: [7] => Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou see'st him, [8] => A little witness my obedience: look! [9] => I draw the sword myself: take it, and hit [10] => The innocent mansion of my love, my heart; [11] => Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief; [12] => Thy master is not there, who was indeed [13] => The riches of it: do his bidding; strike [14] => Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause; [15] => But now thou seem'st a coward. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hence, vile instrument! [1] => Thou shalt not damn my hand. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, I must die; [1] => And if I do not by thy hand, thou art [2] => No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter [3] => There is a prohibition so divine [4] => That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart. [5] => Something's afore't. Soft, soft! we'll no defence; [6] => Obedient as the scabbard. What is here? [7] => The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, [8] => All turn'd to heresy? Away, away, [9] => Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more [10] => Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools [11] => Believe false teachers: though those that [12] => are betray'd [13] => Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor [14] => Stands in worse case of woe. [15] => And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up [16] => My disobedience 'gainst the king my father [17] => And make me put into contempt the suits [18] => Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find [19] => It is no act of common passage, but [20] => A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself [21] => To think, when thou shalt be disedged by her [22] => That now thou tirest on, how thy memory [23] => Will then be pang'd by me. Prithee, dispatch: [24] => The lamb entreats the butcher: where's thy knife? [25] => Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, [26] => When I desire it too. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O gracious lady, [1] => Since I received command to do this business [2] => I have not slept one wink. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Do't, and to bed then. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wherefore then [1] => Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused [2] => So many miles with a pretence? this place? [3] => Mine action and thine own? our horses' labour? [4] => The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court, [5] => For my being absent? whereunto I never [6] => Purpose return. Why hast thou gone so far, [7] => To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand, [8] => The elected deer before thee? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But to win time [1] => To lose so bad employment; in the which [2] => I have consider'd of a course. Good lady, [3] => Hear me with patience. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Talk thy tongue weary; speak [1] => I have heard I am a strumpet; and mine ear [2] => Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, [3] => Nor tent to bottom that. But speak. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, madam, [1] => I thought you would not back again. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most like; [1] => Bringing me here to kill me. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, neither: [1] => But if I were as wise as honest, then [2] => My purpose would prove well. It cannot be [3] => But that my master is abused: [4] => Some villain, ay, and singular in his art. [5] => Hath done you both this cursed injury. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Some Roman courtezan. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, on my life. [1] => I'll give but notice you are dead and send him [2] => Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded [3] => I should do so: you shall be miss'd at court, [4] => And that will well confirm it. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why good fellow, [1] => What shall I do the where? where bide? how live? [2] => Or in my life what comfort, when I am [3] => Dead to my husband? ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => If you'll back to the court-- ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No court, no father; nor no more ado [1] => With that harsh, noble, simple nothing, [2] => That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me [3] => As fearful as a siege. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If not at court, [1] => Then not in Britain must you bide. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where then [1] => Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night, [2] => Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume [3] => Our Britain seems as of it, but not in 't; [4] => In a great pool a swan's nest: prithee, think [5] => There's livers out of Britain. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am most glad [1] => You think of other place. The ambassador, [2] => Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven [3] => To-morrow: now, if you could wear a mind [4] => Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise [5] => That which, to appear itself, must not yet be [6] => But by self-danger, you should tread a course [7] => Pretty and full of view; yea, haply, near [8] => The residence of Posthumus; so nigh at least [9] => That though his actions were not visible, yet [10] => Report should render him hourly to your ear [11] => As truly as he moves. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, for such means! [1] => Though peril to my modesty, not death on't, [2] => I would adventure. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, then, here's the point: [1] => You must forget to be a woman; change [2] => Command into obedience: fear and niceness-- [3] => The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, [4] => Woman its pretty self--into a waggish courage: [5] => Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy and [6] => As quarrelous as the weasel; nay, you must [7] => Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek, [8] => Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! [9] => Alack, no remedy!--to the greedy touch [10] => Of common-kissing Titan, and forget [11] => Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein [12] => You made great Juno angry. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, be brief [1] => I see into thy end, and am almost [2] => A man already. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, make yourself but like one. [1] => Fore-thinking this, I have already fit-- [2] => 'Tis in my cloak-bag--doublet, hat, hose, all [3] => That answer to them: would you in their serving, [4] => And with what imitation you can borrow [5] => From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius [6] => Present yourself, desire his service, tell him [7] => wherein you're happy,--which you'll make him know, [8] => If that his head have ear in music,--doubtless [9] => With joy he will embrace you, for he's honourable [10] => And doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad, [11] => You have me, rich; and I will never fail [12] => Beginning nor supplyment. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art all the comfort [1] => The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away: [2] => There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even [3] => All that good time will give us: this attempt [4] => I am soldier to, and will abide it with [5] => A prince's courage. Away, I prithee. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, madam, we must take a short farewell, [1] => Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of [2] => Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, [3] => Here is a box; I had it from the queen: [4] => What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, [5] => Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this [6] => Will drive away distemper. To some shade, [7] => And fit you to your manhood. May the gods [8] => Direct you to the best! ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Amen: I thank thee. ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. A room in Cymbeline's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, Lords, and Attendants [1] => Exeunt LUCIUS and Lords [2] => Exit an Attendant [3] => Re-enter Attendant [4] => Exit [5] => Exit [6] => Presenting a letter [7] => Exit [8] => Exit [9] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Thus far; and so farewell. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, royal sir. [1] => My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence; [2] => And am right sorry that I must report ye [3] => My master's enemy. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our subjects, sir, [1] => Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself [2] => To show less sovereignty than they, must needs [3] => Appear unkinglike. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, sir: I desire of you [1] => A conduct over-land to Milford-Haven. [2] => Madam, all joy befal your grace! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => And you! ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lords, you are appointed for that office; [1] => The due of honour in no point omit. [2] => So farewell, noble Lucius. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Your hand, my lord. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Receive it friendly; but from this time forth [1] => I wear it as your enemy. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, the event [1] => Is yet to name the winner: fare you well. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, [1] => Till he have cross'd the Severn. Happiness! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He goes hence frowning: but it honours us [1] => That we have given him cause. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis all the better; [1] => Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor [1] => How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely [2] => Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness: [3] => The powers that he already hath in Gallia [4] => Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves [5] => His war for Britain. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis not sleepy business; [1] => But must be look'd to speedily and strongly. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our expectation that it would be thus [1] => Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, [2] => Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd [3] => Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd [4] => The duty of the day: she looks us like [5] => A thing more made of malice than of duty: [6] => We have noted it. Call her before us; for [7] => We have been too slight in sufferance. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Royal sir, [1] => Since the exile of Posthumus, most retired [2] => Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord, [3] => 'Tis time must do. Beseech your majesty, [4] => Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady [5] => So tender of rebukes that words are strokes [6] => And strokes death to her. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is she, sir? How [1] => Can her contempt be answer'd? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Attendant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Please you, sir, [1] => Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer [2] => That will be given to the loudest noise we make. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, when last I went to visit her, [1] => She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close, [2] => Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, [3] => She should that duty leave unpaid to you, [4] => Which daily she was bound to proffer: this [5] => She wish'd me to make known; but our great court [6] => Made me to blame in memory. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Her doors lock'd? [1] => Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that which I fear [2] => Prove false! ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Son, I say, follow the king. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, [1] => have not seen these two days. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, look after. [1] => Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus! [2] => He hath a drug of mine; I pray his absence [3] => Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes [4] => It is a thing most precious. But for her, [5] => Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seized her, [6] => Or, wing'd with fervor of her love, she's flown [7] => To her desired Posthumus: gone she is [8] => To death or to dishonour; and my end [9] => Can make good use of either: she being down, [10] => I have the placing of the British crown. [11] => How now, my son! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exit CLOTEN [1] => Re-enter CLOTEN ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis certain she is fled. [1] => Go in and cheer the king: he rages; none [2] => Dare come about him. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUEEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => This night forestall him of the coming day! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I love and hate her: for she's fair and royal, [1] => And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite [2] => Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one [3] => The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, [4] => Outsells them all; I love her therefore: but [5] => Disdaining me and throwing favours on [6] => The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment [7] => That what's else rare is choked; and in that point [8] => I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, [9] => To be revenged upon her. For when fools Shall-- [10] => Who is here? What, are you packing, sirrah? [11] => Come hither: ah, you precious pander! Villain, [12] => Where is thy lady? In a word; or else [13] => Thou art straightway with the fiends. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter PISANIO ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => O, good my lord! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is thy lady? Or, by Jupiter,-- [1] => I will not ask again. Close villain, [2] => I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip [3] => Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? [4] => From whose so many weights of baseness cannot [5] => A dram of worth be drawn. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, my lord, [1] => How can she be with him? When was she missed? [2] => He is in Rome. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is she, sir? Come nearer; [1] => No further halting: satisfy me home [2] => What is become of her. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => O, my all-worthy lord! ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All-worthy villain! [1] => Discover where thy mistress is at once, [2] => At the next word: no more of 'worthy lord!' [3] => Speak, or thy silence on the instant is [4] => Thy condemnation and thy death. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, sir, [1] => This paper is the history of my knowledge [2] => Touching her flight. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let's see't. I will pursue her [1] => Even to Augustus' throne. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => She's far enough; and what he learns by this [2] => May prove his travel, not her danger. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Hum! ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again! ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Sirrah, is this letter true? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Sir, as I think. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou [1] => wouldst not be a villain, but do me true service, [2] => undergo those employments wherein I should have [3] => cause to use thee with a serious industry, that is, [4] => what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it [5] => directly and truly, I would think thee an honest [6] => man: thou shouldst neither want my means for thy [7] => relief nor my voice for thy preferment. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Well, my good lord. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wilt thou serve me? for since patiently and [1] => constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of [2] => that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the [3] => course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of [4] => mine: wilt thou serve me? ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Sir, I will. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast any of thy [1] => late master's garments in thy possession? ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he [1] => wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit [1] => hither: let it be thy lint service; go. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => I shall, my lord. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Meet thee at Milford-Haven!--I forgot to ask him one [1] => thing; I'll remember't anon:--even there, thou [2] => villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these [3] => garments were come. She said upon a time--the [4] => bitterness of it I now belch from my heart--that she [5] => held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect [6] => than my noble and natural person together with the [7] => adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my [8] => back, will I ravish her: first kill him, and in her [9] => eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then [10] => be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my [11] => speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and [12] => when my lust hath dined,--which, as I say, to vex [13] => her I will execute in the clothes that she so [14] => praised,--to the court I'll knock her back, foot [15] => her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, [16] => and I'll be merry in my revenge. [17] => Be those the garments? ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Ay, my noble lord. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => How long is't since she went to Milford-Haven? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => She can scarce be there yet. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second [1] => thing that I have commanded thee: the third is, [2] => that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be [3] => but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself [4] => to thee. My revenge is now at Milford: would I had [5] => wings to follow it! Come, and be true. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou bid'st me to my loss: for true to thee [1] => Were to prove false, which I will never be, [2] => To him that is most true. To Milford go, [3] => And find not her whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow, [4] => You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed [5] => Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed! ) ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. Wales. Before the cave of Belarius. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter IMOGEN, in boy's clothes [1] => Exit, to the cave [2] => Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS [3] => Re-enter IMOGEN [4] => Whispering [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I see a man's life is a tedious one: [1] => I have tired myself, and for two nights together [2] => Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, [3] => But that my resolution helps me. Milford, [4] => When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, [5] => Thou wast within a ken: O Jove! I think [6] => Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean, [7] => Where they should be relieved. Two beggars told me [8] => I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie, [9] => That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis [10] => A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder, [11] => When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness [12] => Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood [13] => Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord! [14] => Thou art one o' the false ones. Now I think on thee, [15] => My hunger's gone; but even before, I was [16] => At point to sink for food. But what is this? [17] => Here is a path to't: 'tis some savage hold: [18] => I were best not to call; I dare not call: [19] => yet famine, [20] => Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant, [21] => Plenty and peace breeds cowards: hardness ever [22] => Of hardiness is mother. Ho! who's here? [23] => If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage, [24] => Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I'll enter. [25] => Best draw my sword: and if mine enemy [26] => But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. [27] => Such a foe, good heavens! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You, Polydote, have proved best woodman and [1] => Are master of the feast: Cadwal and I [2] => Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match: [3] => The sweat of industry would dry and die, [4] => But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs [5] => Will make what's homely savoury: weariness [6] => Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth [7] => Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here, [8] => Poor house, that keep'st thyself! ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => I am thoroughly weary. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browse on that, [1] => Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Looking into the cave ) [1] => Stay; come not in. [2] => But that it eats our victuals, I should think [3] => Here were a fairy. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => What's the matter, sir? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, [1] => An earthly paragon! Behold divineness [2] => No elder than a boy! ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good masters, harm me not: [1] => Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought [2] => To have begg'd or bought what I have took: [3] => good troth, [4] => I have stol'n nought, nor would not, though I had found [5] => Gold strew'd i' the floor. Here's money for my meat: [6] => I would have left it on the board so soon [7] => As I had made my meal, and parted [8] => With prayers for the provider. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Money, youth? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! [1] => As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those [2] => Who worship dirty gods. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I see you're angry: [1] => Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should [2] => Have died had I not made it. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Whither bound? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => To Milford-Haven. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => What's your name? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who [1] => Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; [2] => To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, [3] => I am fall'n in this offence. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prithee, fair youth, [1] => Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds [2] => By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! [3] => 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer [4] => Ere you depart: and thanks to stay and eat it. [5] => Boys, bid him welcome. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Were you a woman, youth, [1] => I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty, [2] => I bid for you as I'd buy. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll make't my comfort [1] => He is a man; I'll love him as my brother: [2] => And such a welcome as I'd give to him [3] => After long absence, such is yours: most welcome! [4] => Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Mongst friends, [1] => If brothers. [2] => Would it had been so, that they [3] => Had been my father's sons! then had my prize [4] => Been less, and so more equal ballasting [5] => To thee, Posthumus. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => He wrings at some distress. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Would I could free't! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Or I, whate'er it be, [1] => What pain it cost, what danger. God's! ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Hark, boys. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Great men, [1] => That had a court no bigger than this cave, [2] => That did attend themselves and had the virtue [3] => Which their own conscience seal'd them--laying by [4] => That nothing-gift of differing multitudes-- [5] => Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods! [6] => I'd change my sex to be companion with them, [7] => Since Leonatus's false. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It shall be so. [1] => Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in: [2] => Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, [3] => We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, [4] => So far as thou wilt speak it. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Pray, draw near. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The night to the owl and morn to the lark [1] => less welcome. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Thanks, sir. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => I pray, draw near. ) ) ) [6] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VII. Rome. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter two Senators and Tribunes [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is the tenor of the emperor's writ: [1] => That since the common men are now in action [2] => 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians, [3] => And that the legions now in Gallia are [4] => Full weak to undertake our wars against [5] => The fall'n-off Britons, that we do incite [6] => The gentry to this business. He creates [7] => Lucius preconsul: and to you the tribunes, [8] => For this immediate levy, he commends [9] => His absolute commission. Long live Caesar! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Tribune [LINE] => Is Lucius general of the forces? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Ay. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Tribune [LINE] => Remaining now in Gallia? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With those legions [1] => Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy [2] => Must be supplyant: the words of your commission [3] => Will tie you to the numbers and the time [4] => Of their dispatch. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Tribune [LINE] => We will discharge our duty. ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Wales: near the cave of Belarius. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CLOTEN [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am near to the place where they should meet, if [1] => Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments [2] => serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by [3] => him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the [4] => rather--saving reverence of the word--for 'tis said [5] => a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must [6] => play the workman. I dare speak it to myself--for it [7] => is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer [8] => in his own chamber--I mean, the lines of my body are [9] => as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, [10] => not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the [11] => advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike [12] => conversant in general services, and more remarkable [13] => in single oppositions: yet this imperceiverant [14] => thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! [15] => Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy [16] => shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy [17] => mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before [18] => thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her [19] => father; who may haply be a little angry for my so [20] => rough usage; but my mother, having power of his [21] => testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My [22] => horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore [23] => purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is [24] => the very description of their meeting-place; and [25] => the fellow dares not deceive me. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Before the cave of Belarius. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN [1] => Swallows some [2] => Enter CLOTEN [3] => Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS [4] => Exeunt, fighting [5] => Re-enter BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS [6] => Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with CLOTEN'S head [7] => Exit [8] => Exit [9] => Re-enter GUIDERIUS [10] => Solemn music [11] => Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, with IMOGEN, as dead, bearing her in his arms [12] => Exit BELARIUS [13] => SONG [14] => Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of CLOTEN [15] => Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS [16] => Falls on the body [17] => Enter LUCIUS, a Captain and other Officers, and a Soothsayer [18] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To IMOGEN ) [1] => We'll come to you after hunting. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To IMOGEN ) [1] => Are we not brothers? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So man and man should be; [1] => But clay and clay differs in dignity, [2] => Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Go you to hunting; I'll abide with him. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So sick I am not, yet I am not well; [1] => But not so citizen a wanton as [2] => To seem to die ere sick: so please you, leave me; [3] => Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom [4] => Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me [5] => Cannot amend me; society is no comfort [6] => To one not sociable: I am not very sick, [7] => Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here: [8] => I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, [9] => Stealing so poorly. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I love thee; I have spoke it [1] => How much the quantity, the weight as much, [2] => As I do love my father. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => What! how! how! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If it be sin to say so, I yoke me [1] => In my good brother's fault: I know not why [2] => I love this youth; and I have heard you say, [3] => Love's reason's without reason: the bier at door, [4] => And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say [5] => 'My father, not this youth.' ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! [2] => Cowards father cowards and base things sire base: [3] => Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace. [4] => I'm not their father; yet who this should be, [5] => Doth miracle itself, loved before me. [6] => 'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Brother, farewell. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => I wish ye sport. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => You health. So please you, sir. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => I have heard! [2] => Our courtiers say all's savage but at court: [3] => Experience, O, thou disprovest report! [4] => The imperious seas breed monsters, for the dish [5] => Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. [6] => I am sick still; heart-sick. Pisanio, [7] => I'll now taste of thy drug. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I could not stir him: [1] => He said he was gentle, but unfortunate; [2] => Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter [1] => I might know more. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To the field, to the field! [1] => We'll leave you for this time: go in and rest. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => We'll not be long away. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray, be not sick, [1] => For you must be our housewife. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well or ill, [1] => I am bound to you. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And shalt be ever. [1] => This youth, how'er distress'd, appears he hath had [2] => Good ancestors. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit IMOGEN, to the cave ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => How angel-like he sings! ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But his neat cookery! he cut our roots [1] => In characters, [2] => And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick [3] => And he her dieter. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nobly he yokes [1] => A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh [2] => Was that it was, for not being such a smile; [3] => The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly [4] => From so divine a temple, to commix [5] => With winds that sailors rail at. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do note [1] => That grief and patience, rooted in him both, [2] => Mingle their spurs together. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Grow, patience! [1] => And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine [2] => His perishing root with the increasing vine! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is great morning. Come, away!-- [1] => Who's there? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot find those runagates; that villain [1] => Hath mock'd me. I am faint. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Those runagates!' [1] => Means he not us? I partly know him: 'tis [2] => Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush. [3] => I saw him not these many years, and yet [4] => I know 'tis he. We are held as outlaws: hence! ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is but one: you and my brother search [1] => What companies are near: pray you, away; [2] => Let me alone with him. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Soft! What are you [1] => That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers? [2] => I have heard of such. What slave art thou? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A thing [1] => More slavish did I ne'er than answering [2] => A slave without a knock. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art a robber, [1] => A law-breaker, a villain: yield thee, thief. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To who? to thee? What art thou? Have not I [1] => An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? [2] => Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not [3] => My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art, [4] => Why I should yield to thee? ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou villain base, [1] => Know'st me not by my clothes? ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, nor thy tailor, rascal, [1] => Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes, [2] => Which, as it seems, make thee. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou precious varlet, [1] => My tailor made them not. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hence, then, and thank [1] => The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; [2] => I am loath to beat thee. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou injurious thief, [1] => Hear but my name, and tremble. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => What's thy name? ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Cloten, thou villain. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, [1] => I cannot tremble at it: were it Toad, or [2] => Adder, Spider, [3] => 'Twould move me sooner. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To thy further fear, [1] => Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know [2] => I am son to the queen. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am sorry for 't; not seeming [1] => So worthy as thy birth. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Art not afeard? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Those that I reverence those I fear, the wise: [1] => At fools I laugh, not fear them. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CLOTEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Die the death: [1] => When I have slain thee with my proper hand, [2] => I'll follow those that even now fled hence, [3] => And on the gates of Lud's-town set your heads: [4] => Yield, rustic mountaineer. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => No companies abroad? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => None in the world: you did mistake him, sure. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot tell: long is it since I saw him, [1] => But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour [2] => Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, [3] => And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute [4] => 'Twas very Cloten. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In this place we left them: [1] => I wish my brother make good time with him, [2] => You say he is so fell. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Being scarce made up, [1] => I mean, to man, he had not apprehension [2] => Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment [3] => Is oft the cause of fear. But, see, thy brother. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse; [1] => There was no money in't: not Hercules [2] => Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none: [3] => Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne [4] => My head as I do his. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => What hast thou done? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am perfect what: cut off one Cloten's head, [1] => Son to the queen, after his own report; [2] => Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and swore [3] => With his own single hand he'ld take us in [4] => Displace our heads where--thank the gods!--they grow, [5] => And set them on Lud's-town. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => We are all undone. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, [1] => But that he swore to take, our lives? 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Polydore, [2] => I love thee brotherly, but envy much [3] => Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would revenges, [4] => That possible strength might meet, would seek us through [5] => And put us to our answer. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, 'tis done: [1] => We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger [2] => Where there's no profit. I prithee, to our rock; [3] => You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay [4] => Till hasty Polydote return, and bring him [5] => To dinner presently. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Poor sick Fidele! [1] => I'll weringly to him: to gain his colour [2] => I'ld let a parish of such Clotens' blood, [3] => And praise myself for charity. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O thou goddess, [1] => Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st [2] => In these two princely boys! They are as gentle [3] => As zephyrs blowing below the violet, [4] => Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, [5] => Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind, [6] => That by the top doth take the mountain pine, [7] => And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonder [8] => That an invisible instinct should frame them [9] => To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught, [10] => Civility not seen from other, valour [11] => That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop [12] => As if it had been sow'd. Yet still it's strange [13] => What Cloten's being here to us portends, [14] => Or what his death will bring us. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where's my brother? [1] => I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, [2] => In embassy to his mother: his body's hostage [3] => For his return. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My ingenious instrument! [1] => Hark, Polydore, it sounds! 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[6] => How found you him? ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stark, as you see: [1] => Thus smiling, as some fly hid tickled slumber, [2] => Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at; his [3] => right cheek [4] => Reposing on a cushion. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Where? ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O' the floor; [1] => His arms thus leagued: I thought he slept, and put [2] => My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness [3] => Answer'd my steps too loud. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, he but sleeps: [1] => If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; [2] => With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, [3] => And worms will not come to thee. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With fairest flowers [1] => Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, [2] => I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack [3] => The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor [4] => The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor [5] => The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, [6] => Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would, [7] => With charitable bill,--O bill, sore-shaming [8] => Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie [9] => Without a monument!--bring thee all this; [10] => Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, [11] => To winter-ground thy corse. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prithee, have done; [1] => And do not play in wench-like words with that [2] => Which is so serious. Let us bury him, [3] => And not protract with admiration what [4] => Is now due debt. To the grave! ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Say, where shall's lay him? ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => By good Euriphile, our mother. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be't so: [1] => And let us, Polydore, though now our voices [2] => Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, [3] => As once our mother; use like note and words, [4] => Save that Euriphile must be Fidele. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cadwal, [1] => I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee; [2] => For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse [3] => Than priests and fanes that lie. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => We'll speak it, then. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Great griefs, I see, medicine the less; for Cloten [1] => Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys; [2] => And though he came our enemy, remember [3] => He was paid for that: though mean and [4] => mighty, rotting [5] => Together, have one dust, yet reverence, [6] => That angel of the world, doth make distinction [7] => Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely [8] => And though you took his life, as being our foe, [9] => Yet bury him as a prince. ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray You, fetch him hither. [1] => Thersites' body is as good as Ajax', [2] => When neither are alive. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you'll go fetch him, [1] => We'll say our song the whilst. Brother, begin. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; [1] => My father hath a reason for't. ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => 'Tis true. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Come on then, and remove him. ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => So. Begin. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fear no more the heat o' the sun, [1] => Nor the furious winter's rages; [2] => Thou thy worldly task hast done, [3] => Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: [4] => Golden lads and girls all must, [5] => As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fear no more the frown o' the great; [1] => Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; [2] => Care no more to clothe and eat; [3] => To thee the reed is as the oak: [4] => The sceptre, learning, physic, must [5] => All follow this, and come to dust. ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Fear no more the lightning flash, ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Fear not slander, censure rash; ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => GUIDERIUS [1] => ARVIRAGUS ) [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All lovers young, all lovers must [1] => Consign to thee, and come to dust. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => No exorciser harm thee! ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Nor no witchcraft charm thee! ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Ghost unlaid forbear thee! ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Nothing ill come near thee! ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => GUIDERIUS [1] => ARVIRAGUS ) [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Quiet consummation have; [1] => And renowned be thy grave! ) ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => We have done our obsequies: come, lay him down. ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here's a few flowers; but 'bout midnight, more: [1] => The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the night [2] => Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces. [3] => You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so [4] => These herblets shall, which we upon you strew. [5] => Come on, away: apart upon our knees. [6] => The ground that gave them first has them again: [7] => Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Awaking ) [1] => the way?-- [2] => I thank you.--By yond bush?--Pray, how far thither? [3] => 'Ods pittikins! can it be six mile yet?-- [4] => I have gone all night. 'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. [5] => But, soft! no bedfellow!--O gods and goddesses! [6] => These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; [7] => This bloody man, the care on't. I hope I dream; [8] => For so I thought I was a cave-keeper, [9] => And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so; [10] => 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, [11] => Which the brain makes of fumes: our very eyes [12] => Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith, [13] => I tremble stiff with fear: but if there be [14] => Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity [15] => As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it! [16] => The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is [17] => Without me, as within me; not imagined, felt. [18] => A headless man! The garments of Posthumus! [19] => I know the shape of's leg: this is his hand; [20] => His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh; [21] => The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face [22] => Murder in heaven?--How!--'Tis gone. Pisanio, [23] => All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, [24] => And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou, [25] => Conspired with that irregulous devil, Cloten, [26] => Hast here cut off my lord. To write and read [27] => Be henceforth treacherous! Damn'd Pisanio [28] => Hath with his forged letters,--damn'd Pisanio-- [29] => From this most bravest vessel of the world [30] => Struck the main-top! O Posthumus! alas, [31] => Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me! [32] => where's that? [33] => Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, [34] => And left this head on. How should this be? Pisanio? [35] => 'Tis he and Cloten: malice and lucre in them [36] => Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, pregnant! [37] => The drug he gave me, which he said was precious [38] => And cordial to me, have I not found it [39] => Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home: [40] => This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O! [41] => Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood, [42] => That we the horrider may seem to those [43] => Which chance to find us: O, my lord, my lord! ) [STAGEDIR] => Seeing the body of CLOTEN ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To them the legions garrison'd in Gailia, [1] => After your will, have cross'd the sea, attending [2] => You here at Milford-Haven with your ships: [3] => They are in readiness. ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => But what from Rome? ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners [1] => And gentlemen of Italy, most willing spirits, [2] => That promise noble service: and they come [3] => Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, [4] => Syenna's brother. ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => When expect you them? ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => With the next benefit o' the wind. ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This forwardness [1] => Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers [2] => Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't. Now, sir, [3] => What have you dream'd of late of this war's purpose? ) ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Last night the very gods show'd me a vision-- [1] => I fast and pray'd for their intelligence--thus: [2] => I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd [3] => From the spongy south to this part of the west, [4] => There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends-- [5] => Unless my sins abuse my divination-- [6] => Success to the Roman host. ) ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dream often so, [1] => And never false. Soft, ho! what trunk is here [2] => Without his top? The ruin speaks that sometime [3] => It was a worthy building. How! a page! [4] => Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead rather; [5] => For nature doth abhor to make his bed [6] => With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead. [7] => Let's see the boy's face. ) ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => He's alive, my lord. ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He'll then instruct us of this body. Young one, [1] => Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems [2] => They crave to be demanded. Who is this [3] => Thou makest thy bloody pillow? Or who was he [4] => That, otherwise than noble nature did, [5] => Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest [6] => In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? [7] => What art thou? ) ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am nothing: or if not, [1] => Nothing to be were better. This was my master, [2] => A very valiant Briton and a good, [3] => That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas! [4] => There is no more such masters: I may wander [5] => From east to occident, cry out for service, [6] => Try many, all good, serve truly, never [7] => Find such another master. ) ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Lack, good youth! [1] => Thou movest no less with thy complaining than [2] => Thy master in bleeding: say his name, good friend. ) ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Richard du Champ. [1] => If I do lie and do [2] => No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope [3] => They'll pardon it.--Say you, sir? ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Thy name? ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Fidele, sir. ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou dost approve thyself the very same: [1] => Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name. [2] => Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say [3] => Thou shalt be so well master'd, but, be sure, [4] => No less beloved. The Roman emperor's letters, [5] => Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner [6] => Than thine own worth prefer thee: go with me. ) ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods, [1] => I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep [2] => As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when [3] => With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' strew'd his grave, [4] => And on it said a century of prayers, [5] => Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh; [6] => And leaving so his service, follow you, [7] => So please you entertain me. ) ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, good youth! [1] => And rather father thee than master thee. [2] => My friends, [3] => The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us [4] => Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can, [5] => And make him with our pikes and partisans [6] => A grave: come, arm him. Boy, he is preferr'd [7] => By thee to us, and he shall be interr'd [8] => As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes [9] => Some falls are means the happier to arise. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A room in Cymbeline's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, PISANIO, and Attendants [1] => Exeunt all but PISANIO [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Again; and bring me word how 'tis with her. [1] => A fever with the absence of her son, [2] => A madness, of which her life's in danger. Heavens, [3] => How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, [4] => The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen [5] => Upon a desperate bed, and in a time [6] => When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, [7] => So needful for this present: it strikes me, past [8] => The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow, [9] => Who needs must know of her departure and [10] => Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee [11] => By a sharp torture. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit an Attendant ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, my life is yours; [1] => I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress, [2] => I nothing know where she remains, why gone, [3] => Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness, [4] => Hold me your loyal servant. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good my liege, [1] => The day that she was missing he was here: [2] => I dare be bound he's true and shall perform [3] => All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten, [4] => There wants no diligence in seeking him, [5] => And will, no doubt, be found. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The time is troublesome. [1] => We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy [2] => Does yet depend. ) [STAGEDIR] => To PISANIO ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So please your majesty, [1] => The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, [2] => Are landed on your coast, with a supply [3] => Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now for the counsel of my son and queen! [1] => I am amazed with matter. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good my liege, [1] => Your preparation can affront no less [2] => Than what you hear of: come more, for more [3] => you're ready: [4] => The want is but to put those powers in motion [5] => That long to move. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank you. Let's withdraw; [1] => And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not [2] => What can from Italy annoy us; but [3] => We grieve at chances here. Away! ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I heard no letter from my master since [1] => I wrote him Imogen was slain: 'tis strange: [2] => Nor hear I from my mistress who did promise [3] => To yield me often tidings: neither know I [4] => What is betid to Cloten; but remain [5] => Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work. [6] => Wherein I am false I am honest; not true, to be true. [7] => These present wars shall find I love my country, [8] => Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them. [9] => All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: [10] => Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Wales: before the cave of Belarius. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => The noise is round about us. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Let us from it. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it [1] => From action and adventure? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, what hope [1] => Have we in hiding us? This way, the Romans [2] => Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us [3] => For barbarous and unnatural revolts [4] => During their use, and slay us after. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sons, [1] => We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. [2] => To the king's party there's no going: newness [3] => Of Cloten's death--we being not known, not muster'd [4] => Among the bands--may drive us to a render [5] => Where we have lived, and so extort from's that [6] => Which we have done, whose answer would be death [7] => Drawn on with torture. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is, sir, a doubt [1] => In such a time nothing becoming you, [2] => Nor satisfying us. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is not likely [1] => That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, [2] => Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes [3] => And ears so cloy'd importantly as now, [4] => That they will waste their time upon our note, [5] => To know from whence we are. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, I am known [1] => Of many in the army: many years, [2] => Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him [3] => From my remembrance. And, besides, the king [4] => Hath not deserved my service nor your loves; [5] => Who find in my exile the want of breeding, [6] => The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless [7] => To have the courtesy your cradle promised, [8] => But to be still hot summer's tamings and [9] => The shrinking slaves of winter. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Than be so [1] => Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: [2] => I and my brother are not known; yourself [3] => So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown, [4] => Cannot be question'd. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By this sun that shines, [1] => I'll thither: what thing is it that I never [2] => Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood, [3] => But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison! [4] => Never bestrid a horse, save one that had [5] => A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel [6] => Nor iron on his heel! I am ashamed [7] => To look upon the holy sun, to have [8] => The benefit of his blest beams, remaining [9] => So long a poor unknown. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By heavens, I'll go: [1] => If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, [2] => I'll take the better care, but if you will not, [3] => The hazard therefore due fall on me by [4] => The hands of Romans! ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => So say I amen. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No reason I, since of your lives you set [1] => So slight a valuation, should reserve [2] => My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys! [3] => If in your country wars you chance to die, [4] => That is my bed too, lads, an there I'll lie: [5] => Lead, lead. [6] => The time seems long; their blood [7] => thinks scorn, [8] => Till it fly out and show them princes born. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Britain. The Roman camp. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody handkerchief [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd [1] => Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones, [2] => If each of you should take this course, how many [3] => Must murder wives much better than themselves [4] => For wrying but a little! O Pisanio! [5] => Every good servant does not all commands: [6] => No bond but to do just ones. Gods! if you [7] => Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never [8] => Had lived to put on this: so had you saved [9] => The noble Imogen to repent, and struck [10] => Me, wretch more worth your vengeance. But, alack, [11] => You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, [12] => To have them fall no more: you some permit [13] => To second ills with ills, each elder worse, [14] => And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift. [15] => But Imogen is your own: do your best wills, [16] => And make me blest to obey! I am brought hither [17] => Among the Italian gentry, and to fight [18] => Against my lady's kingdom: 'tis enough [19] => That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace! [20] => I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens, [21] => Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me [22] => Of these Italian weeds and suit myself [23] => As does a Briton peasant: so I'll fight [24] => Against the part I come with; so I'll die [25] => For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life [26] => Is every breath a death; and thus, unknown, [27] => Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril [28] => Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know [29] => More valour in me than my habits show. [30] => Gods, put the strength o' the Leonati in me! [31] => To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin [32] => The fashion, less without and more within. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Field of battle between the British and Roman camps. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, from one side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army: from the other side, the British Army; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS following, like a poor soldier. They march over and go out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS LEONATUS he vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him [1] => Exit [2] => The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is taken: then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS [3] => Re-enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and seconds the Britons: they rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then re-enter LUCIUS, and IACHIMO, with IMOGEN [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The heaviness and guilt within my bosom [1] => Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, [2] => The princess of this country, and the air on't [3] => Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl, [4] => A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me [5] => In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne [6] => As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. [7] => If that thy gentry, Britain, go before [8] => This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds [9] => Is that we scarce are men and you are gods. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; [1] => The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but [2] => The villany of our fears. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => GUIDERIUS [1] => ARVIRAGUS ) [LINE] => Stand, stand, and fight! ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself; [1] => For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such [2] => As war were hoodwink'd. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => 'Tis their fresh supplies. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes [1] => Let's reinforce, or fly. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and a British Lord [1] => Enter two British Captains and Soldiers [2] => Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, Soldiers, Attendants, and Roman Captives. The Captains present POSTHUMUS LEONATUS to CYMBELINE, who delivers him over to a Gaoler: then exeunt omnes ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord [LINE] => Camest thou from where they made the stand? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I did. [1] => Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord [LINE] => I did. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, [1] => But that the heavens fought: the king himself [2] => Of his wings destitute, the army broken, [3] => And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying [4] => Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted, [5] => Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work [6] => More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down [7] => Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling [8] => Merely through fear; that the straight pass was damm'd [9] => With dead men hurt behind, and cowards living [10] => To die with lengthen'd shame. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord [LINE] => Where was this lane? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf; [1] => Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier, [2] => An honest one, I warrant; who deserved [3] => So long a breeding as his white beard came to, [4] => In doing this for's country: athwart the lane, [5] => He, with two striplings-lads more like to run [6] => The country base than to commit such slaughter [7] => With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer [8] => Than those for preservation cased, or shame-- [9] => Made good the passage; cried to those that fled, [10] => 'Our Britain s harts die flying, not our men: [11] => To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. Stand; [12] => Or we are Romans and will give you that [13] => Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save, [14] => But to look back in frown: stand, stand.' [15] => These three, [16] => Three thousand confident, in act as many-- [17] => For three performers are the file when all [18] => The rest do nothing--with this word 'Stand, stand,' [19] => Accommodated by the place, more charming [20] => With their own nobleness, which could have turn'd [21] => A distaff to a lance, gilded pale looks, [22] => Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some, [23] => turn'd coward [24] => But by example--O, a sin in war, [25] => Damn'd in the first beginners!--gan to look [26] => The way that they did, and to grin like lions [27] => Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began [28] => A stop i' the chaser, a retire, anon [29] => A rout, confusion thick; forthwith they fly [30] => Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves, [31] => The strides they victors made: and now our cowards, [32] => Like fragments in hard voyages, became [33] => The life o' the need: having found the backdoor open [34] => Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they wound! [35] => Some slain before; some dying; some their friends [36] => O'er borne i' the former wave: ten, chased by one, [37] => Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty: [38] => Those that would die or ere resist are grown [39] => The mortal bugs o' the field. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This was strange chance [1] => A narrow lane, an old man, and two boys. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made [1] => Rather to wonder at the things you hear [2] => Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't, [3] => And vent it for a mockery? Here is one: [4] => 'Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane, [5] => Preserved the Britons, was the Romans' bane.' ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord [LINE] => Nay, be not angry, sir. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Lack, to what end? [1] => Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend; [2] => For if he'll do as he is made to do, [3] => I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too. [4] => You have put me into rhyme. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lord [LINE] => Farewell; you're angry. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Still going? [1] => This is a lord! O noble misery, [2] => To be i' the field, and ask 'what news?' of me! [3] => To-day how many would have given their honours [4] => To have saved their carcasses! took heel to do't, [5] => And yet died too! I, in mine own woe charm'd, [6] => Could not find death where I did hear him groan, [7] => Nor feel him where he struck: being an ugly monster, [8] => 'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, [9] => Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we [10] => That draw his knives i' the war. Well, I will find him [11] => For being now a favourer to the Briton, [12] => No more a Briton, I have resumed again [13] => The part I came in: fight I will no more, [14] => But yield me to the veriest hind that shall [15] => Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is [16] => Here made by the Roman; great the answer be [17] => Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death; [18] => On either side I come to spend my breath; [19] => Which neither here I'll keep nor bear again, [20] => But end it by some means for Imogen. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Lord ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Great Jupiter be praised! Lucius is taken. [1] => 'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, [1] => That gave the affront with them. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So 'tis reported: [1] => But none of 'em can be found. Stand! who's there? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A Roman, [1] => Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds [2] => Had answer'd him. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lay hands on him; a dog! [1] => A leg of Rome shall not return to tell [2] => What crows have peck'd them here. He brags [3] => his service [4] => As if he were of note: bring him to the king. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. A British prison. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and two Gaolers [1] => Exeunt Gaolers [2] => Sleeps [3] => Solemn music. Enter, as in an apparition, SICILIUS LEONATUS, father to Posthumus Leonatus, an old man, attired like a warrior; leading in his hand an ancient matron, his wife, and mother to Posthumus Leonatus, with music before them: then, after other music, follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Posthumus Leonatus, with wounds as they died in the wars. They circle Posthumus Leonatus round, as he lies sleeping [4] => Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an eagle: he throws a thunderbolt. The Apparitions fall on their knees [5] => Ascends [6] => The Apparitions vanish [7] => Re-enter First Gaoler [8] => Enter a Messenger [9] => Exeunt POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and Messenger [10] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You shall not now be stol'n, you have locks upon you; [1] => So graze as you find pasture. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Gaoler [LINE] => Ay, or a stomach. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most welcome, bondage! for thou art away, [1] => think, to liberty: yet am I better [2] => Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had rather [3] => Groan so in perpetuity than be cured [4] => By the sure physician, death, who is the key [5] => To unbar these locks. My conscience, thou art fetter'd [6] => More than my shanks and wrists: you good gods, give me [7] => The penitent instrument to pick that bolt, [8] => Then, free for ever! Is't enough I am sorry? [9] => So children temporal fathers do appease; [10] => Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent? [11] => I cannot do it better than in gyves, [12] => Desired more than constrain'd: to satisfy, [13] => If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take [14] => No stricter render of me than my all. [15] => I know you are more clement than vile men, [16] => Who of their broken debtors take a third, [17] => A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again [18] => On their abatement: that's not my desire: [19] => For Imogen's dear life take mine; and though [20] => 'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it: [21] => 'Tween man and man they weigh not every stamp; [22] => Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: [23] => You rather mine, being yours: and so, great powers, [24] => If you will take this audit, take this life, [25] => And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen! [26] => I'll speak to thee in silence. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sicilius Leonatus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more, thou thunder-master, show [1] => Thy spite on mortal flies: [2] => With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, [3] => That thy adulteries [4] => Rates and revenges. [5] => Hath my poor boy done aught but well, [6] => Whose face I never saw? [7] => I died whilst in the womb he stay'd [8] => Attending nature's law: [9] => Whose father then, as men report [10] => Thou orphans' father art, [11] => Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him [12] => From this earth-vexing smart. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Mother [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lucina lent not me her aid, [1] => But took me in my throes; [2] => That from me was Posthumus ript, [3] => Came crying 'mongst his foes, [4] => A thing of pity! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sicilius Leonatus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Great nature, like his ancestry, [1] => Moulded the stuff so fair, [2] => That he deserved the praise o' the world, [3] => As great Sicilius' heir. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Brother [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When once he was mature for man, [1] => In Britain where was he [2] => That could stand up his parallel; [3] => Or fruitful object be [4] => In eye of Imogen, that best [5] => Could deem his dignity? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Mother [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With marriage wherefore was he mock'd, [1] => To be exiled, and thrown [2] => From Leonati seat, and cast [3] => From her his dearest one, [4] => Sweet Imogen? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sicilius Leonatus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why did you suffer Iachimo, [1] => Slight thing of Italy, [2] => To taint his nobler heart and brain [3] => With needless jealosy; [4] => And to become the geck and scorn [5] => O' th' other's villany? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Brother [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For this from stiller seats we came, [1] => Our parents and us twain, [2] => That striking in our country's cause [3] => Fell bravely and were slain, [4] => Our fealty and Tenantius' right [5] => With honour to maintain. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Brother [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Like hardiment Posthumus hath [1] => To Cymbeline perform'd: [2] => Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods, [3] => Why hast thou thus adjourn'd [4] => The graces for his merits due, [5] => Being all to dolours turn'd? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sicilius Leonatus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy crystal window ope; look out; [1] => No longer exercise [2] => Upon a valiant race thy harsh [3] => And potent injuries. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Mother [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Since, Jupiter, our son is good, [1] => Take off his miseries. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sicilius Leonatus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peep through thy marble mansion; help; [1] => Or we poor ghosts will cry [2] => To the shining synod of the rest [3] => Against thy deity. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => First Brother [1] => Second Brother ) [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Help, Jupiter; or we appeal, [1] => And from thy justice fly. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Jupiter [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more, you petty spirits of region low, [1] => Offend our hearing; hush! How dare you ghosts [2] => Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know, [3] => Sky-planted batters all rebelling coasts? [4] => Poor shadows of Elysium, hence, and rest [5] => Upon your never-withering banks of flowers: [6] => Be not with mortal accidents opprest; [7] => No care of yours it is; you know 'tis ours. [8] => Whom best I love I cross; to make my gift, [9] => The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; [10] => Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift: [11] => His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. [12] => Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in [13] => Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade. [14] => He shall be lord of lady Imogen, [15] => And happier much by his affliction made. [16] => This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein [17] => Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine: [18] => and so, away: no further with your din [19] => Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. [20] => Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sicilius Leonatus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He came in thunder; his celestial breath [1] => Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle [2] => Stoop'd as to foot us: his ascension is [3] => More sweet than our blest fields: his royal bird [4] => Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak, [5] => As when his god is pleased. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Thanks, Jupiter! ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sicilius Leonatus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd [1] => His radiant root. Away! and, to be blest, [2] => Let us with care perform his great behest. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Posthumus Leonatus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Waking ) [1] => A father to me; and thou hast created [2] => A mother and two brothers: but, O scorn! [3] => Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born: [4] => And so I am awake. Poor wretches that depend [5] => On greatness' favour dream as I have done, [6] => Wake and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve: [7] => Many dream not to find, neither deserve, [8] => And yet are steep'd in favours: so am I, [9] => That have this golden chance and know not why. [10] => What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O rare one! [11] => Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment [12] => Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects [13] => So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, [14] => As good as promise. [15] => 'When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, [16] => without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of [17] => tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be [18] => lopped branches, which, being dead many years, [19] => shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock and [20] => freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, [21] => Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty.' [22] => 'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen [23] => Tongue and brain not; either both or nothing; [24] => Or senseless speaking or a speaking such [25] => As sense cannot untie. Be what it is, [26] => The action of my life is like it, which [27] => I'll keep, if but for sympathy. ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => Come, sir, are you ready for death? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Over-roasted rather; ready long ago. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hanging is the word, sir: if [1] => you be ready for that, you are well cooked. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, if I prove a good repast to the [1] => spectators, the dish pays the shot. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A heavy reckoning for you, sir. But the comfort is, [1] => you shall be called to no more payments, fear no [2] => more tavern-bills; which are often the sadness of [3] => parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in [4] => flint for want of meat, depart reeling with too [5] => much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and [6] => sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain [7] => both empty; the brain the heavier for being too [8] => light, the purse too light, being drawn of [9] => heaviness: of this contradiction you shall now be [10] => quit. O, the charity of a penny cord! It sums up [11] => thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and [12] => creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, [13] => the discharge: your neck, sir, is pen, book and [14] => counters; so the acquittance follows. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => I am merrier to die than thou art to live. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the [1] => tooth-ache: but a man that were to sleep your [2] => sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he [3] => would change places with his officer; for, look you, [4] => sir, you know not which way you shall go. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Yes, indeed do I, fellow. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your death has eyes in 's head then; I have not seen [1] => him so pictured: you must either be directed by [2] => some that take upon them to know, or do take upon [3] => yourself that which I am sure you do not know, or [4] => jump the after inquiry on your own peril: and how [5] => you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll [6] => never return to tell one. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to [1] => direct them the way I am going, but such as wink and [2] => will not use them. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What an infinite mock is this, that a man should [1] => have the best use of eyes to see the way of [2] => blindness! I am sure hanging's the way of winking. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Thou bring'st good news; I am called to be made free. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => I'll be hang'd then. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Unless a man would marry a gallows and beget young [1] => gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my [2] => conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, [3] => for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them [4] => too that die against their wills; so should I, if I [5] => were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one [6] => mind good; O, there were desolation of gaolers and [7] => gallowses! I speak against my present profit, but [8] => my wish hath a preferment in 't. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Cymbeline's tent. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants [1] => CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apart [2] => CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward [3] => Striking her: she falls [4] => Embracing him [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made [1] => Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart [2] => That the poor soldier that so richly fought, [3] => Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast [4] => Stepp'd before larges of proof, cannot be found: [5] => He shall be happy that can find him, if [6] => Our grace can make him so. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I never saw [1] => Such noble fury in so poor a thing; [2] => Such precious deeds in one that promises nought [3] => But beggary and poor looks. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => No tidings of him? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He hath been search'd among the dead and living, [1] => But no trace of him. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To my grief, I am [1] => The heir of his reward; [2] => which I will add [3] => To you, the liver, heart and brain of Britain, [4] => By whom I grant she lives. 'Tis now the time [5] => To ask of whence you are. Report it. ) [STAGEDIR] => To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, [1] => In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen: [2] => Further to boast were neither true nor modest, [3] => Unless I add, we are honest. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bow your knees. [1] => Arise my knights o' the battle: I create you [2] => Companions to our person and will fit you [3] => With dignities becoming your estates. [4] => There's business in these faces. Why so sadly [5] => Greet you our victory? you look like Romans, [6] => And not o' the court of Britain. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hail, great king! [1] => To sour your happiness, I must report [2] => The queen is dead. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who worse than a physician [1] => Would this report become? But I consider, [2] => By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death [3] => Will seize the doctor too. How ended she? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With horror, madly dying, like her life, [1] => Which, being cruel to the world, concluded [2] => Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd [3] => I will report, so please you: these her women [4] => Can trip me, if I err; who with wet cheeks [5] => Were present when she finish'd. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Prithee, say. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, she confess'd she never loved you, only [1] => Affected greatness got by you, not you: [2] => Married your royalty, was wife to your place; [3] => Abhorr'd your person. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She alone knew this; [1] => And, but she spoke it dying, I would not [2] => Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love [1] => With such integrity, she did confess [2] => Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, [3] => But that her flight prevented it, she had [4] => Ta'en off by poison. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O most delicate fiend! [1] => Who is 't can read a woman? Is there more? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had [1] => For you a mortal mineral; which, being took, [2] => Should by the minute feed on life and lingering [3] => By inches waste you: in which time she purposed, [4] => By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to [5] => O'ercome you with her show, and in time, [6] => When she had fitted you with her craft, to work [7] => Her son into the adoption of the crown: [8] => But, failing of her end by his strange absence, [9] => Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite [10] => Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented [11] => The evils she hatch'd were not effected; so [12] => Despairing died. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Heard you all this, her women? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lady [LINE] => We did, so please your highness. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mine eyes [1] => Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; [2] => Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, [3] => That thought her like her seeming; it had [4] => been vicious [5] => To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! [6] => That it was folly in me, thou mayst say, [7] => And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! [8] => Thou comest not, Caius, now for tribute that [9] => The Britons have razed out, though with the loss [10] => Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit [11] => That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter [12] => Of you their captives, which ourself have granted: [13] => So think of your estate. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other Roman Prisoners, guarded; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS behind, and IMOGEN ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day [1] => Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, [2] => We should not, when the blood was cool, [3] => have threaten'd [4] => Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods [5] => Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives [6] => May be call'd ransom, let it come: sufficeth [7] => A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer: [8] => Augustus lives to think on't: and so much [9] => For my peculiar care. This one thing only [10] => I will entreat; my boy, a Briton born, [11] => Let him be ransom'd: never master had [12] => A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, [13] => So tender over his occasions, true, [14] => So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join [15] => With my request, which I make bold your highness [16] => Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, [17] => Though he have served a Roman: save him, sir, [18] => And spare no blood beside. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have surely seen him: [1] => His favour is familiar to me. Boy, [2] => Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, [3] => And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore, [4] => To say 'live, boy:' ne'er thank thy master; live: [5] => And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, [6] => Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it; [7] => Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, [8] => The noblest ta'en. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => I humbly thank your highness. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; [1] => And yet I know thou wilt. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, no: alack, [1] => There's other work in hand: I see a thing [2] => Bitter to me as death: your life, good master, [3] => Must shuffle for itself. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The boy disdains me, [1] => He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys [2] => That place them on the truth of girls and boys. [3] => Why stands he so perplex'd? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What wouldst thou, boy? [1] => I love thee more and more: think more and more [2] => What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on? speak, [3] => Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is a Roman; no more kin to me [1] => Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal, [2] => Am something nearer. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Wherefore eyest him so? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please [1] => To give me hearing. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, with all my heart, [1] => And lend my best attention. What's thy name? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Fidele, sir. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou'rt my good youth, my page; [1] => I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Is not this boy revived from death? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One sand another [1] => Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad [2] => Who died, and was Fidele. What think you? ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => The same dead thing alive. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear; [1] => Creatures may be alike: were 't he, I am sure [2] => He would have spoke to us. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => But we saw him dead. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Be silent; let's see further. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Since she is living, let the time run on [2] => To good or bad. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, stand thou by our side; [1] => Make thy demand aloud. [2] => Sir, step you forth; [3] => Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; [4] => Or, by our greatness and the grace of it, [5] => Which is our honour, bitter torture shall [6] => Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to him. ) [STAGEDIR] => To IACHIMO ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My boon is, that this gentleman may render [1] => Of whom he had this ring. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That diamond upon your finger, say [1] => How came it yours? ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that [1] => Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => How! me? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that [1] => Which torments me to conceal. By villany [2] => I got this ring: 'twas Leonatus' jewel; [3] => Whom thou didst banish; and--which more may [4] => grieve thee, [5] => As it doth me--a nobler sir ne'er lived [6] => 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord? ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => All that belongs to this. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That paragon, thy daughter,-- [1] => For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits [2] => Quail to remember--Give me leave; I faint. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength: [1] => I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will [2] => Than die ere I hear more: strive, man, and speak. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Upon a time,--unhappy was the clock [1] => That struck the hour!--it was in Rome,--accursed [2] => The mansion where!--'twas at a feast,--O, would [3] => Our viands had been poison'd, or at least [4] => Those which I heaved to head!--the good Posthumus-- [5] => What should I say? he was too good to be [6] => Where ill men were; and was the best of all [7] => Amongst the rarest of good ones,--sitting sadly, [8] => Hearing us praise our loves of Italy [9] => For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast [10] => Of him that best could speak, for feature, laming [11] => The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva. [12] => Postures beyond brief nature, for condition, [13] => A shop of all the qualities that man [14] => Loves woman for, besides that hook of wiving, [15] => Fairness which strikes the eye-- ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I stand on fire: [1] => Come to the matter. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All too soon I shall, [1] => Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Posthumus, [2] => Most like a noble lord in love and one [3] => That had a royal lover, took his hint; [4] => And, not dispraising whom we praised,--therein [5] => He was as calm as virtue--he began [6] => His mistress' picture; which by his tongue [7] => being made, [8] => And then a mind put in't, either our brags [9] => Were crack'd of kitchen-trolls, or his description [10] => Proved us unspeaking sots. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Nay, nay, to the purpose. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your daughter's chastity--there it begins. [1] => He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams, [2] => And she alone were cold: whereat I, wretch, [3] => Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him [4] => Pieces of gold 'gainst this which then he wore [5] => Upon his honour'd finger, to attain [6] => In suit the place of's bed and win this ring [7] => By hers and mine adultery. He, true knight, [8] => No lesser of her honour confident [9] => Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; [10] => And would so, had it been a carbuncle [11] => Of Phoebus' wheel, and might so safely, had it [12] => Been all the worth of's car. Away to Britain [13] => Post I in this design: well may you, sir, [14] => Remember me at court; where I was taught [15] => Of your chaste daughter the wide difference [16] => 'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'd [17] => Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain [18] => 'Gan in your duller Britain operate [19] => Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent: [20] => And, to be brief, my practise so prevail'd, [21] => That I return'd with simular proof enough [22] => To make the noble Leonatus mad, [23] => By wounding his belief in her renown [24] => With tokens thus, and thus; averting notes [25] => Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,-- [26] => O cunning, how I got it!--nay, some marks [27] => Of secret on her person, that he could not [28] => But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, [29] => I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon-- [30] => Methinks, I see him now-- ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Advancing ) [1] => Italian fiend! Ay me, most credulous fool, [2] => Egregious murderer, thief, any thing [3] => That's due to all the villains past, in being, [4] => To come! O, give me cord, or knife, or poison, [5] => Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out [6] => For torturers ingenious: it is I [7] => That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend [8] => By being worse than they. I am Posthumus, [9] => That kill'd thy daughter:--villain-like, I lie-- [10] => That caused a lesser villain than myself, [11] => A sacrilegious thief, to do't: the temple [12] => Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself. [13] => Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set [14] => The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain [15] => Be call'd Posthumus Leonitus; and [16] => Be villany less than 'twas! O Imogen! [17] => My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen, [18] => Imogen, Imogen! ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Peace, my lord; hear, hear-- ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page, [1] => There lie thy part. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, gentlemen, help! [1] => Mine and your mistress! O, my lord Posthumus! [2] => You ne'er kill'd Imogen til now. Help, help! [3] => Mine honour'd lady! ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Does the world go round? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => How come these staggers on me? ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Wake, my mistress! ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me [1] => To death with mortal joy. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => How fares thy mistress? ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, get thee from my sight; [1] => Thou gavest me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! [2] => Breathe not where princes are. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => The tune of Imogen! ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lady, [1] => The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if [2] => That box I gave you was not thought by me [3] => A precious thing: I had it from the queen. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => New matter still? ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => It poison'd me. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O gods! [1] => I left out one thing which the queen confess'd. [2] => Which must approve thee honest: 'If Pisanio [3] => Have,' said she, 'given his mistress that confection [4] => Which I gave him for cordial, she is served [5] => As I would serve a rat.' ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => What's this, Comelius? ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The queen, sir, very oft importuned me [1] => To temper poisons for her, still pretending [2] => The satisfaction of her knowledge only [3] => In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs, [4] => Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose [5] => Was of more danger, did compound for her [6] => A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease [7] => The present power of life, but in short time [8] => All offices of nature should again [9] => Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it? ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Most like I did, for I was dead. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My boys, [1] => There was our error. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => This is, sure, Fidele. ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? [1] => Think that you are upon a rock; and now [2] => Throw me again. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hang there like a fruit, my soul, [1] => Till the tree die! ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, my flesh, my child! [1] => What, makest thou me a dullard in this act? [2] => Wilt thou not speak to me? ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Kneeling ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS ) [1] => this youth, I blame ye not: [2] => You had a motive for't. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My tears that fall [1] => Prove holy water on thee! Imogen, [2] => Thy mother's dead. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => I am sorry for't, my lord. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, she was nought; and long of her it was [1] => That we meet here so strangely: but her son [2] => Is gone, we know not how nor where. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PISANIO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, [1] => Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten, [2] => Upon my lady's missing, came to me [3] => With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore, [4] => If I discover'd not which way she was gone, [5] => It was my instant death. By accident, [6] => had a feigned letter of my master's [7] => Then in my pocket; which directed him [8] => To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; [9] => Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, [10] => Which he enforced from me, away he posts [11] => With unchaste purpose and with oath to violate [12] => My lady's honour: what became of him [13] => I further know not. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me end the story: [1] => I slew him there. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, the gods forfend! [1] => I would not thy good deeds should from my lips [2] => Pluck a bard sentence: prithee, valiant youth, [3] => Deny't again. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => I have spoke it, and I did it. ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => He was a prince. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A most incivil one: the wrongs he did me [1] => Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me [2] => With language that would make me spurn the sea, [3] => If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; [4] => And am right glad he is not standing here [5] => To tell this tale of mine. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am sorry for thee: [1] => By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must [2] => Endure our law: thou'rt dead. ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That headless man [1] => I thought had been my lord. ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bind the offender, [1] => And take him from our presence. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, sir king: [1] => This man is better than the man he slew, [2] => As well descended as thyself; and hath [3] => More of thee merited than a band of Clotens [4] => Had ever scar for. [5] => Let his arms alone; [6] => They were not born for bondage. ) [STAGEDIR] => To the Guard ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, old soldier, [1] => Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, [2] => By tasting of our wrath? How of descent [3] => As good as we? ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => In that he spake too far. ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => And thou shalt die for't. ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will die all three: [1] => But I will prove that two on's are as good [2] => As I have given out him. My sons, I must, [3] => For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, [4] => Though, haply, well for you. ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Your danger's ours. ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => And our good his. ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have at it then, by leave. [1] => Thou hadst, great king, a subject who [2] => Was call'd Belarius. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What of him? he is [1] => A banish'd traitor. ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He it is that hath [1] => Assumed this age; indeed a banish'd man; [2] => I know not how a traitor. ) ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take him hence: [1] => The whole world shall not save him. ) ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not too hot: [1] => First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; [2] => And let it be confiscate all, so soon [3] => As I have received it. ) ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Nursing of my sons! ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am too blunt and saucy: here's my knee: [1] => Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; [2] => Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir, [3] => These two young gentlemen, that call me father [4] => And think they are my sons, are none of mine; [5] => They are the issue of your loins, my liege, [6] => And blood of your begetting. ) ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => How! my issue! ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, [1] => Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: [2] => Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment [3] => Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd [4] => Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes-- [5] => For such and so they are--these twenty years [6] => Have I train'd up: those arts they have as I [7] => Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as [8] => Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, [9] => Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children [10] => Upon my banishment: I moved her to't, [11] => Having received the punishment before, [12] => For that which I did then: beaten for loyalty [13] => Excited me to treason: their dear loss, [14] => The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped [15] => Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, [16] => Here are your sons again; and I must lose [17] => Two of the sweet'st companions in the world. [18] => The benediction of these covering heavens [19] => Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy [20] => To inlay heaven with stars. ) ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou weep'st, and speak'st. [1] => The service that you three have done is more [2] => Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost my children: [3] => If these be they, I know not how to wish [4] => A pair of worthier sons. ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be pleased awhile. [1] => This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, [2] => Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: [3] => This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus, [4] => Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd [5] => In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand [6] => Of his queen mother, which for more probation [7] => I can with ease produce. ) ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Guiderius had [1] => Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; [2] => It was a mark of wonder. ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BELARIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is he; [1] => Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: [2] => It was wise nature's end in the donation, [3] => To be his evidence now. ) ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, what, am I [1] => A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother [2] => Rejoiced deliverance more. Blest pray you be, [3] => That, after this strange starting from your orbs, [4] => may reign in them now! O Imogen, [5] => Thou hast lost by this a kingdom. ) ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my lord; [1] => I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers, [2] => Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter [3] => But I am truest speaker you call'd me brother, [4] => When I was but your sister; I you brothers, [5] => When ye were so indeed. ) ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Did you e'er meet? ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Ay, my good lord. ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GUIDERIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And at first meeting loved; [1] => Continued so, until we thought he died. ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORNELIUS [LINE] => By the queen's dram she swallow'd. ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O rare instinct! [1] => When shall I hear all through? This fierce [2] => abridgement [3] => Hath to it circumstantial branches, which [4] => Distinction should be rich in. Where? how lived You? [5] => And when came you to serve our Roman captive? [6] => How parted with your brothers? how first met them? [7] => Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, [8] => And your three motives to the battle, with [9] => I know not how much more, should be demanded; [10] => And all the other by-dependencies, [11] => From chance to chance: but nor the time nor place [12] => Will serve our long inter'gatories. See, [13] => Posthumus anchors upon Imogen, [14] => And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye [15] => On him, her brother, me, her master, hitting [16] => Each object with a joy: the counterchange [17] => Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, [18] => And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. [19] => Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever. ) [STAGEDIR] => To BELARIUS ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are my father too, and did relieve me, [1] => To see this gracious season. ) ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All o'erjoy'd, [1] => Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too, [2] => For they shall taste our comfort. ) ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IMOGEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My good master, [1] => I will yet do you service. ) ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Happy be you! ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, [1] => He would have well becomed this place, and graced [2] => The thankings of a king. ) ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am, sir, [1] => The soldier that did company these three [2] => In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for [3] => The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he, [4] => Speak, Iachimo: I had you down and might [5] => Have made you finish. ) ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => IACHIMO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Kneeling ) [1] => But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, [2] => As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you, [3] => Which I so often owe: but your ring first; [4] => And here the bracelet of the truest princess [5] => That ever swore her faith. ) ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Kneel not to me: [1] => The power that I have on you is, to spare you; [2] => The malice towards you to forgive you: live, [3] => And deal with others better. ) ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nobly doom'd! [1] => We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; [2] => Pardon's the word to all. ) ) [127] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ARVIRAGUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You holp us, sir, [1] => As you did mean indeed to be our brother; [2] => Joy'd are we that you are. ) ) [128] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => POSTHUMUS LEONATUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome, [1] => Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, methought [2] => Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd, [3] => Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows [4] => Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found [5] => This label on my bosom; whose containing [6] => Is so from sense in hardness, that I can [7] => Make no collection of it: let him show [8] => His skill in the construction. ) ) [129] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Philarmonus! ) [130] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Here, my good lord. ) [131] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CAIUS LUCIUS [LINE] => Read, and declare the meaning. ) [132] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a [2] => piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar [3] => shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many [4] => years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old [5] => stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end [6] => his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in [7] => peace and plenty.' [8] => Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; [9] => The fit and apt construction of thy name, [10] => Being Leonatus, doth import so much. [11] => The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, [12] => Which we call 'mollis aer;' and 'mollis aer' [13] => We term it 'mulier:' which 'mulier' I divine [14] => Is this most constant wife; who, even now, [15] => Answering the letter of the oracle, [16] => Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about [17] => With this most tender air. ) [STAGEDIR] => To CYMBELINE ) [133] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => This hath some seeming. ) [134] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, [1] => Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point [2] => Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stol'n, [3] => For many years thought dead, are now revived, [4] => To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue [5] => Promises Britain peace and plenty. ) ) [135] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well [1] => My peace we will begin. And, Caius Lucius, [2] => Although the victor, we submit to Caesar, [3] => And to the Roman empire; promising [4] => To pay our wonted tribute, from the which [5] => We were dissuaded by our wicked queen; [6] => Whom heavens, in justice, both on her and hers, [7] => Have laid most heavy hand. ) ) [136] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soothsayer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The fingers of the powers above do tune [1] => The harmony of this peace. The vision [2] => Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke [3] => Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant [4] => Is full accomplish'd; for the Roman eagle, [5] => From south to west on wing soaring aloft, [6] => Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun [7] => So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle, [8] => The imperial Caesar, should again unite [9] => His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, [10] => Which shines here in the west. ) ) [137] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CYMBELINE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Laud we the gods; [1] => And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils [2] => From our blest altars. Publish we this peace [3] => To all our subjects. Set we forward: let [4] => A Roman and a British ensign wave [5] => Friendly together: so through Lud's-town march: [6] => And in the temple of great Jupiter [7] => Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts. [8] => Set on there! Never was a war did cease, [9] => Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )