Cymbeline, King of Britain

A comedy written in 1609 by William Shakespeare

1(stage directions)11[Enter two Gentlemen]
211FIRST GENTLEMANYou do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the king.
311SECOND GENTLEMANBut what's the matter?
411FIRST GENTLEMANHis daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom He purposed to his wife's sole son--a widow That late he married--hath referr'd herself Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded; Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all Is outward sorrow; though I think the king Be touch'd at very heart.
511SECOND GENTLEMANNone but the king?
611FIRST GENTLEMANHe that hath lost her too; so is the queen, That most desired the match; but not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's look's, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.
811FIRST GENTLEMANHe that hath miss'd the princess is a thing Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her-- I mean, that married her, alack, good man! And therefore banish'd--is a creature such As, to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that should compare. I do not think So fair an outward and such stuff within Endows a man but he.
911SECOND GENTLEMANYou speak him far.
1011FIRST GENTLEMANI do extend him, sir, within himself, Crush him together rather than unfold His measure duly.
1111SECOND GENTLEMANWhat's his name and birth?
1211FIRST GENTLEMANI cannot delve him to the root: his father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour Against the Romans with Cassibelan, But had his titles by Tenantius whom He served with glory and admired success, So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus; And had, besides this gentleman in question, Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time Died with their swords in hand; for which their father, Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow That he quit being, and his gentle lady, Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased As he was born. The king he takes the babe To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus, Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber, Puts to him all the learnings that his time Could make him the receiver of; which he took, As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd, And in's spring became a harvest, lived in court-- Which rare it is to do--most praised, most loved, A sample to the youngest, to the more mature A glass that feated them, and to the graver A child that guided dotards; to his mistress, For whom he now is banish'd, her own price Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue; By her election may be truly read What kind of man he is.
1311SECOND GENTLEMANI honour him Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me, Is she sole child to the king?
1411FIRST GENTLEMANHis only child. He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing, Mark it: the eldest of them at three years old, I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge Which way they went.
1511SECOND GENTLEMANHow long is this ago?
1611FIRST GENTLEMANSome twenty years.
1711SECOND GENTLEMANThat a king's children should be so convey'd, So slackly guarded, and the search so slow, That could not trace them!
1811FIRST GENTLEMANHowsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir.
1911SECOND GENTLEMANI do well believe you.
2011FIRST GENTLEMANWe must forbear: here comes the gentleman, The queen, and princess.
21(stage directions)11[Exeunt]
22(stage directions)11[Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and IMOGEN]
2311QUEENNo, be assured you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most stepmothers, Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, So soon as I can win the offended king, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience Your wisdom may inform you.
2411POSTHUMUS LEONATUSPlease your highness, I will from hence to-day.
2511QUEENYou know the peril. I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king Hath charged you should not speak together.
26(stage directions)11[Exit]
2711IMOGENO Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband, I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing-- Always reserved my holy duty--what His rage can do on me: you must be gone; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, But that there is this jewel in the world That I may see again.
2811POSTHUMUS LEONATUSMy queen! my mistress! O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man. I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth: My residence in Rome at one Philario's, Who to my father was a friend, to me Known but by letter: thither write, my queen, And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send, Though ink be made of gall.
29(stage directions)11[Re-enter QUEEN]
3011QUEENBe brief, I pray you: If the king come, I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure. [Aside] Yet I'll move him To walk this way: I never do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; Pays dear for my offences.
31(stage directions)11[Exit]
3211POSTHUMUS LEONATUSShould we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu!
3311IMOGENNay, stay a little: Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart; But keep it till you woo another wife, When Imogen is dead.
3411POSTHUMUS LEONATUSHow, how! another? You gentle gods, give me but this I have, And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death! [Putting on the ring] Remain, remain thou here While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles I still win of you: for my sake wear this; It is a manacle of love; I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner.
35(stage directions)11[Putting a bracelet upon her arm]
3611IMOGENO the gods! When shall we see again?
37(stage directions)11[Enter CYMBELINE and Lords]
3811POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAlack, the king!
3911CYMBELINEThou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight! If after this command thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness, thou diest: away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.
4011POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThe gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone.
41(stage directions)11[Exit]
4211IMOGENThere cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.
4311CYMBELINEO disloyal thing, That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st A year's age on me.
4411IMOGENI beseech you, sir, Harm not yourself with your vexation I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare Subdues all pangs, all fears.
4511CYMBELINEPast grace? obedience?
4611IMOGENPast hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.
4711CYMBELINEThat mightst have had the sole son of my queen!
4811IMOGENO blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.
4911CYMBELINEThou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne A seat for baseness.
5011IMOGENNo; I rather added A lustre to it.
5111CYMBELINEO thou vile one!
5211IMOGENSir, It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus: You bred him as my playfellow, and he is A man worth any woman, overbuys me Almost the sum he pays.
5311CYMBELINEWhat, art thou mad?
5411IMOGENAlmost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son!
5511CYMBELINEThou foolish thing! [Re-enter QUEEN] They were again together: you have done Not after our command. Away with her, And pen her up.
5611QUEENBeseech your patience. Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace! Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice.
5711CYMBELINENay, let her languish A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, Die of this folly!
58(stage directions)11[Exeunt CYMBELINE and Lords]
5911QUEENFie! you must give way. [Enter PISANIO] Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news?
6011PISANIOMy lord your son drew on my master.
6111QUEENHa! No harm, I trust, is done?
6211PISANIOThere might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought And had no help of anger: they were parted By gentlemen at hand.
6311QUEENI am very glad on't.
6411IMOGENYour son's my father's friend; he takes his part. To draw upon an exile! O brave sir! I would they were in Afric both together; Myself by with a needle, that I might prick The goer-back. Why came you from your master?
6511PISANIOOn his command: he would not suffer me To bring him to the haven; left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to, When 't pleased you to employ me.
6611QUEENThis hath been Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour He will remain so.
6711PISANIOI humbly thank your highness.
6811QUEENPray, walk awhile.
6911IMOGENAbout some half-hour hence, I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least Go see my lord aboard: for this time leave me.
70(stage directions)11[Exeunt]
71(stage directions)12[Enter CLOTEN and two Lords]
7212FIRST LORDSir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
7312CLOTENIf my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?
7412SECOND LORD[Aside] No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.
7512FIRST LORDHurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
7612SECOND LORD[Aside] His steel was in debt; it went o' the backside the town.
7712CLOTENThe villain would not stand me.
7812SECOND LORD[Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
7912FIRST LORDStand you! You have land enough of your own: but he added to your having; gave you some ground.
8012SECOND LORD[Aside] As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!
8112CLOTENI would they had not come between us.
8212SECOND LORD[Aside] So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
8312CLOTENAnd that she should love this fellow and refuse me!
8412SECOND LORD[Aside] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.
8512FIRST LORDSir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.
8612SECOND LORD[Aside] She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.
8712CLOTENCome, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done!
8812SECOND LORD[Aside] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
8912CLOTENYou'll go with us?
9012FIRST LORDI'll attend your lordship.
9112CLOTENNay, come, let's go together.
9212SECOND LORDWell, my lord.
93(stage directions)12[Exeunt]
94(stage directions)13[Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO]
9513IMOGENI would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven, And question'dst every sail: if he should write And not have it, 'twere a paper lost, As offer'd mercy is. What was the last That he spake to thee?
9613PISANIOIt was his queen, his queen!
9713IMOGENThen waved his handkerchief?
9813PISANIOAnd kiss'd it, madam.
9913IMOGENSenseless Linen! happier therein than I! And that was all?
10013PISANIONo, madam; for so long As he could make me with this eye or ear Distinguish him from others, he did keep The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mind Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on, How swift his ship.
10113IMOGENThou shouldst have made him As little as a crow, or less, ere left To after-eye him.
10213PISANIOMadam, so I did.
10313IMOGENI would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but To look upon him, till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle, Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air, and then Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him?
10413PISANIOBe assured, madam, With his next vantage.
10513IMOGENI did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him How I would think on him at certain hours Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, To encounter me with orisons, for then I am in heaven for him; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes all our buds from growing.
106(stage directions)13[Enter a Lady]
10713LADYThe queen, madam, Desires your highness' company.
10813IMOGENThose things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd. I will attend the queen.
10913PISANIOMadam, I shall.
110(stage directions)13[Exeunt] [Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a Frenchman, a] Dutchman, and a Spaniard]
11114IACHIMOBelieve it, sir, I have seen him in Britain: he was then of a crescent note, expected to prove so worthy as since he hath been allowed the name of; but I could then have looked on him without the help of admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items.
11214PHILARIOYou speak of him when he was less furnished than now he is with that which makes him both without and within.
11314FRENCHMANI have seen him in France: we had very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.
11414IACHIMOThis matter of marrying his king's daughter, wherein he must be weighed rather by her value than his own, words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.
11514FRENCHMANAnd then his banishment.
11614IACHIMOAy, and the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment, which else an easy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar without less quality. But how comes it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquaintance?
11714PHILARIOHis father and I were soldiers together; to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life. Here comes the Briton: let him be so entertained amongst you as suits, with gentlemen of your knowing, to a stranger of his quality. [Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS] I beseech you all, be better known to this gentleman; whom I commend to you as a noble friend of mine: how worthy he is I will leave to appear hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing.
11814FRENCHMANSir, we have known together in Orleans.
11914POSTHUMUS LEONATUSSince when I have been debtor to you for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still.
12014FRENCHMANSir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: I was glad I did atone my countryman and you; it had been pity you should have been put together with so mortal a purpose as then each bore, upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature.
12114POSTHUMUS LEONATUSBy your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller; rather shunned to go even with what I heard than in my every action to be guided by others' experiences: but upon my mended judgment--if I offend not to say it is mended--my quarrel was not altogether slight.
12214FRENCHMAN'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrement of swords, and by such two that would by all likelihood have confounded one the other, or have fallen both.
12314IACHIMOCan we, with manners, ask what was the difference?
12414FRENCHMANSafely, I think: 'twas a contention in public, which may, without contradiction, suffer the report. It was much like an argument that fell out last night, where each of us fell in praise of our country mistresses; this gentleman at that time vouching--and upon warrant of bloody affirmation--his to be more fair, virtuous, wise, chaste, constant-qualified and less attemptable than any the rarest of our ladies in France.
12514IACHIMOThat lady is not now living, or this gentleman's opinion by this worn out.
12614POSTHUMUS LEONATUSShe holds her virtue still and I my mind.
12714IACHIMOYou must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of Italy.
12814POSTHUMUS LEONATUSBeing so far provoked as I was in France, I would abate her nothing, though I profess myself her adorer, not her friend.
12914IACHIMOAs fair and as good--a kind of hand-in-hand comparison--had been something too fair and too good for any lady in Britain. If she went before others I have seen, as that diamond of yours outlustres many I have beheld. I could not but believe she excelled many: but I have not seen the most precious diamond that is, nor you the lady.
13014POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI praised her as I rated her: so do I my stone.
13114IACHIMOWhat do you esteem it at?
13214POSTHUMUS LEONATUSMore than the world enjoys.
13314IACHIMOEither your unparagoned mistress is dead, or she's outprized by a trifle.
13414POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYou are mistaken: the one may be sold, or given, if there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit for the gift: the other is not a thing for sale, and only the gift of the gods.
13514IACHIMOWhich the gods have given you?
13614POSTHUMUS LEONATUSWhich, by their graces, I will keep.
13714IACHIMOYou may wear her in title yours: but, you know, strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your ring may be stolen too: so your brace of unprizable estimations; the one is but frail and the other casual; a cunning thief, or a that way accomplished courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last.
13814POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYour Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier to convince the honour of my mistress, if, in the holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do nothing doubt you have store of thieves; notwithstanding, I fear not my ring.
13914PHILARIOLet us leave here, gentlemen.
14014POSTHUMUS LEONATUSSir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I thank him, makes no stranger of me; we are familiar at first.
14114IACHIMOWith five times so much conversation, I should get ground of your fair mistress, make her go back, even to the yielding, had I admittance and opportunity to friend.
14314IACHIMOI dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to your ring; which, in my opinion, o'ervalues it something: but I make my wager rather against your confidence than her reputation: and, to bar your offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any lady in the world.
14414POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYou are a great deal abused in too bold a persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're worthy of by your attempt.
14514IACHIMOWhat's that?
14614POSTHUMUS LEONATUSA repulse: though your attempt, as you call it, deserve more; a punishment too.
14714PHILARIOGentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly; let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be better acquainted.
14814IACHIMOWould I had put my estate and my neighbour's on the approbation of what I have spoke!
14914POSTHUMUS LEONATUSWhat lady would you choose to assail?
15014IACHIMOYours; whom in constancy you think stands so safe. I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring, that, commend me to the court where your lady is, with no more advantage than the opportunity of a second conference, and I will bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved.
15114POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it.
15214IACHIMOYou are afraid, and therein the wiser. If you buy ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot preserve it from tainting: but I see you have some religion in you, that you fear.
15314POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThis is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a graver purpose, I hope.
15414IACHIMOI am the master of my speeches, and would undergo what's spoken, I swear.
15514POSTHUMUS LEONATUSWill you? I shall but lend my diamond till your return: let there be covenants drawn between's: my mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking: I dare you to this match: here's my ring.
15614PHILARIOI will have it no lay.
15714IACHIMOBy the gods, it is one. If I bring you no sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats are yours; so is your diamond too: if I come off, and leave her in such honour as you have trust in, she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are yours: provided I have your commendation for my more free entertainment.
15814POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI embrace these conditions; let us have articles betwixt us. Only, thus far you shall answer: if you make your voyage upon her and give me directly to understand you have prevailed, I am no further your enemy; she is not worth our debate: if she remain unseduced, you not making it appear otherwise, for your ill opinion and the assault you have made to her chastity you shall answer me with your sword.
15914IACHIMOYour hand; a covenant: we will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and starve: I will fetch my gold and have our two wagers recorded.
161(stage directions)14[Exeunt POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and IACHIMO]
16214FRENCHMANWill this hold, think you?
16314PHILARIOSignior Iachimo will not from it. Pray, let us follow 'em.
164(stage directions)14[Exeunt]
165(stage directions)15[Enter QUEEN, Ladies, and CORNELIUS]
16615QUEENWhiles yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers; Make haste: who has the note of them?
16715FIRST LADYI, madam.
16815QUEENDispatch. [Exeunt Ladies] Now, master doctor, have you brought those drugs?
16915CORNELIUSPleaseth your highness, ay: here they are, madam: [Presenting a small box] But I beseech your grace, without offence,-- My conscience bids me ask--wherefore you have Commanded of me those most poisonous compounds, Which are the movers of a languishing death; But though slow, deadly?
17015QUEENI wonder, doctor, Thou ask'st me such a question. Have I not been Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections? Having thus far proceeded,-- Unless thou think'st me devilish--is't not meet That I did amplify my judgment in Other conclusions? I will try the forces Of these thy compounds on such creatures as We count not worth the hanging, but none human, To try the vigour of them and apply Allayments to their act, and by them gather Their several virtues and effects.
17115CORNELIUSYour highness Shall from this practise but make hard your heart: Besides, the seeing these effects will be Both noisome and infectious.
17215QUEENO, content thee. [Enter PISANIO] [Aside] Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him Will I first work: he's for his master, An enemy to my son. How now, Pisanio! Doctor, your service for this time is ended; Take your own way.
17315CORNELIUS[Aside] I do suspect you, madam; But you shall do no harm.
17415QUEEN[To PISANIO] Hark thee, a word.
17515CORNELIUS[Aside] I do not like her. She doth think she has Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit, And will not trust one of her malice with A drug of such damn'd nature. Those she has Will stupefy and dull the sense awhile; Which first, perchance, she'll prove on cats and dogs, Then afterward up higher: but there is No danger in what show of death it makes, More than the locking-up the spirits a time, To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd With a most false effect; and I the truer, So to be false with her.
17615QUEENNo further service, doctor, Until I send for thee.
17715CORNELIUSI humbly take my leave.
178(stage directions)15[Exit]
17915QUEENWeeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou think in time She will not quench and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses? Do thou work: When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son, I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy master, greater, for His fortunes all lie speechless and his name Is at last gasp: return he cannot, nor Continue where he is: to shift his being Is to exchange one misery with another, And every day that comes comes to decay A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect, To be depender on a thing that leans, Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends, So much as but to prop him? [The QUEEN drops the box: PISANIO takes it up] Thou takest up Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour: It is a thing I made, which hath the king Five times redeem'd from death: I do not know What is more cordial. Nay, I prethee, take it; It is an earnest of a further good That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her; do't as from thyself. Think what a chance thou changest on, but think Thou hast thy mistress still, to boot, my son, Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the king To any shape of thy preferment such As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly, That set thee on to this desert, am bound To load thy merit richly. Call my women: Think on my words. [Exit PISANIO] A sly and constant knave, Not to be shaked; the agent for his master And the remembrancer of her to hold The hand-fast to her lord. I have given him that Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her Of liegers for her sweet, and which she after, Except she bend her humour, shall be assured To taste of too. [Re-enter PISANIO and Ladies] So, so: well done, well done: The violets, cowslips, and the primroses, Bear to my closet. Fare thee well, Pisanio; Think on my words.
180(stage directions)15[Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies]
18115PISANIOAnd shall do: But when to my good lord I prove untrue, I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you.
182(stage directions)15[Exit]
183(stage directions)16[Enter IMOGEN]
18416IMOGENA father cruel, and a step-dame false; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady, That hath her husband banish'd;--O, that husband! My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol'n, As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable Is the desire that's glorious: blest be those, How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills, Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!
185(stage directions)16[Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO]
18616PISANIOMadam, a noble gentleman of Rome, Comes from my lord with letters.
18716IACHIMOChange you, madam? The worthy Leonatus is in safety And greets your highness dearly.
188(stage directions)16[Presents a letter]
18916IMOGENThanks, good sir: You're kindly welcome.
19016IACHIMO[Aside] All of her that is out of door most rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, She is alone the Arabian bird, and I Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend! Arm me, audacity, from head to foot! Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; Rather directly fly.
19116IMOGEN[Reads] 'He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your trust-- LEONATUS.' So far I read aloud: But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully. You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I Have words to bid you, and shall find it so In all that I can do.
19216IACHIMOThanks, fairest lady. What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above and the twinn'd stones Upon the number'd beach? and can we not Partition make with spectacles so precious 'Twixt fair and foul?
19316IMOGENWhat makes your admiration?
19416IACHIMOIt cannot be i' the eye, for apes and monkeys 'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judgment, For idiots in this case of favour would Be wisely definite; nor i' the appetite; Sluttery to such neat excellence opposed Should make desire vomit emptiness, Not so allured to feed.
19516IMOGENWhat is the matter, trow?
19616IACHIMOThe cloyed will, That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub Both fill'd and running, ravening first the lamb Longs after for the garbage.
19716IMOGENWhat, dear sir, Thus raps you? Are you well?
19816IACHIMOThanks, madam; well. [To PISANIO] Beseech you, sir, desire My man's abode where I did leave him: he Is strange and peevish.
19916PISANIOI was going, sir, To give him welcome.
200(stage directions)16[Exit]
20116IMOGENContinues well my lord? His health, beseech you?
20216IACHIMOWell, madam.
20316IMOGENIs he disposed to mirth? I hope he is.
20416IACHIMOExceeding pleasant; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd The Briton reveller.
20516IMOGENWhen he was here, He did incline to sadness, and oft-times Not knowing why.
20616IACHIMOI never saw him sad. There is a Frenchman his companion, one An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves A Gallian girl at home; he furnaces The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly Briton-- Your lord, I mean--laughs from's free lungs, cries 'O, Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knows By history, report, or his own proof, What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose But must be, will his free hours languish for Assured bondage?'
20716IMOGENWill my lord say so?
20816IACHIMOAy, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter: It is a recreation to be by And hear him mock the Frenchman. But, heavens know, Some men are much to blame.
20916IMOGENNot he, I hope.
21016IACHIMONot he: but yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be used more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much; In you, which I account his beyond all talents, Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound To pity too.
21116IMOGENWhat do you pity, sir?
21216IACHIMOTwo creatures heartily.
21316IMOGENAm I one, sir? You look on me: what wreck discern you in me Deserves your pity?
21416IACHIMOLamentable! What, To hide me from the radiant sun and solace I' the dungeon by a snuff?
21516IMOGENI pray you, sir, Deliver with more openness your answers To my demands. Why do you pity me?
21616IACHIMOThat others do-- I was about to say--enjoy your--But It is an office of the gods to venge it, Not mine to speak on 't.
21716IMOGENYou do seem to know Something of me, or what concerns me: pray you,-- Since doubling things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do; for certainties Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, The remedy then born--discover to me What both you spur and stop.
21816IACHIMOHad I this cheek To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch, Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul To the oath of loyalty; this object, which Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye, Fixing it only here; should I, damn'd then, Slaver with lips as common as the stairs That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands Made hard with hourly falsehood--falsehood, as With labour; then by-peeping in an eye Base and unlustrous as the smoky light That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit That all the plagues of hell should at one time Encounter such revolt.
21916IMOGENMy lord, I fear, Has forgot Britain.
22016IACHIMOAnd himself. Not I, Inclined to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces That from pay mutest conscience to my tongue Charms this report out.
22116IMOGENLet me hear no more.
22216IACHIMOO dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady So fair, and fasten'd to an empery, Would make the great'st king double,--to be partner'd With tomboys hired with that self-exhibition Which your own coffers yield! with diseased ventures That play with all infirmities for gold Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff As well might poison poison! Be revenged; Or she that bore you was no queen, and you Recoil from your great stock.
22316IMOGENRevenged! How should I be revenged? If this be true,-- As I have such a heart that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse--if it be true, How should I be revenged?
22416IACHIMOShould he make me Live, like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets, Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps, In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it. I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure, More noble than that runagate to your bed, And will continue fast to your affection, Still close as sure.
22516IMOGENWhat, ho, Pisanio!
22616IACHIMOLet me my service tender on your lips.
22716IMOGENAway! I do condemn mine ears that have So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable, Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not For such an end thou seek'st,--as base as strange. Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far From thy report as thou from honour, and Solicit'st here a lady that disdains Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio! The king my father shall be made acquainted Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit, A saucy stranger in his court to mart As in a Romish stew and to expound His beastly mind to us, he hath a court He little cares for and a daughter who He not respects at all. What, ho, Pisanio!
22816IACHIMOO happy Leonatus! I may say The credit that thy lady hath of thee Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodness Her assured credit. Blessed live you long! A lady to the worthiest sir that ever Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon. I have spoke this, to know if your affiance Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord, That which he is, new o'er: and he is one The truest manner'd; such a holy witch That he enchants societies into him; Half all men's hearts are his.
22916IMOGENYou make amends.
23016IACHIMOHe sits 'mongst men like a descended god: He hath a kind of honour sets him off, More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry, Most mighty princess, that I have adventured To try your taking a false report; which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment In the election of a sir so rare, Which you know cannot err: the love I bear him Made me to fan you thus, but the gods made you, Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon.
23116IMOGENAll's well, sir: take my power i' the court for yours.
23216IACHIMOMy humble thanks. I had almost forgot To entreat your grace but in a small request, And yet of moment to, for it concerns Your lord; myself and other noble friends, Are partners in the business.
23316IMOGENPray, what is't?
23416IACHIMOSome dozen Romans of us and your lord-- The best feather of our wing--have mingled sums To buy a present for the emperor Which I, the factor for the rest, have done In France: 'tis plate of rare device, and jewels Of rich and exquisite form; their values great; And I am something curious, being strange, To have them in safe stowage: may it please you To take them in protection?
23516IMOGENWillingly; And pawn mine honour for their safety: since My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them In my bedchamber.
23616IACHIMOThey are in a trunk, Attended by my men: I will make bold To send them to you, only for this night; I must aboard to-morrow.
23716IMOGENO, no, no.
23816IACHIMOYes, I beseech; or I shall short my word By lengthening my return. From Gallia I cross'd the seas on purpose and on promise To see your grace.
23916IMOGENI thank you for your pains: But not away to-morrow!
24016IACHIMOO, I must, madam: Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night: I have outstood my time; which is material To the tender of our present.
24116IMOGENI will write. Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.
242(stage directions)16[Exeunt]
243(stage directions)21[Enter CLOTEN and two Lords]
24421CLOTENWas there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't: and then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.
24521FIRST LORDWhat got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl.
24621SECOND LORD[Aside] If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out.
24721CLOTENWhen a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?
24821SECOND LORDNo my lord; [Aside] nor crop the ears of them.
24921CLOTENWhoreson dog! I give him satisfaction? Would he had been one of my rank!
25021SECOND LORD[Aside] To have smelt like a fool.
25121CLOTENI am not vexed more at any thing in the earth: a pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my mother: every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match.
25221SECOND LORD[Aside] You are cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on.
25321CLOTENSayest thou?
25421SECOND LORDIt is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to.
25521CLOTENNo, I know that: but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors.
25621SECOND LORDAy, it is fit for your lordship only.
25721CLOTENWhy, so I say.
25821FIRST LORDDid you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?
25921CLOTENA stranger, and I not know on't!
26021SECOND LORD[Aside] He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not.
26121FIRST LORDThere's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.
26221CLOTENLeonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
26321FIRST LORDOne of your lordship's pages.
26421CLOTENIs it fit I went to look upon him? is there no derogation in't?
26521SECOND LORDYou cannot derogate, my lord.
26621CLOTENNot easily, I think.
26721SECOND LORD[Aside] You are a fool granted; therefore your issues, being foolish, do not derogate.
26821CLOTENCome, I'll go see this Italian: what I have lost to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.
26921SECOND LORDI'll attend your lordship. [Exeunt CLOTEN and First Lord] That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass! a woman that Bears all down with her brain; and this her son Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart, And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess, Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest, Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd, A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer More hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act Of the divorce he'ld make! The heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand, To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land!
270(stage directions)21[Exit] a trunk in one corner of it.
271(stage directions)22[IMOGEN in bed, reading; a Lady attending]
27222IMOGENWho's there? my woman Helen?
27322LADYPlease you, madam
27422IMOGENWhat hour is it?
27522LADYAlmost midnight, madam.
27622IMOGENI have read three hours then: mine eyes are weak: Fold down the leaf where I have left: to bed: Take not away the taper, leave it burning; And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock, I prithee, call me. Sleep hath seized me wholly [Exit Lady] To your protection I commend me, gods. From fairies and the tempters of the night Guard me, beseech ye.
277(stage directions)22[Sleeps. IACHIMO comes from the trunk]
27822IACHIMOThe crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. Cytherea, How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily, And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd, How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the taper Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids, To see the enclosed lights, now canopied Under these windows, white and azure laced With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design, To note the chamber: I will write all down: Such and such pictures; there the window; such The adornment of her bed; the arras; figures, Why, such and such; and the contents o' the story. Ah, but some natural notes about her body, Above ten thousand meaner moveables Would testify, to enrich mine inventory. O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! And be her sense but as a monument, Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off: [Taking off her bracelet] As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard! 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, As strongly as the conscience does within, To the madding of her lord. On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I' the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make: this secret Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end? Why should I write this down, that's riveted, Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down Where Philomel gave up. I have enough: To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear; Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. [Clock strikes] One, two, three: time, time!
279(stage directions)22[Goes into the trunk. The scene closes]
280(stage directions)23[Enter CLOTEN and Lords]
28123FIRST LORDYour lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
28223CLOTENIt would make any man cold to lose.
28323FIRST LORDBut not every man patient after the noble temper of your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win.
28423CLOTENWinning will put any man into courage. If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough. It's almost morning, is't not?
28523FIRST LORDDay, my lord.
28623CLOTENI would this music would come: I am advised to give her music o' mornings; they say it will penetrate. [Enter Musicians] Come on; tune: if you can penetrate her with your fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if none will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good-conceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it: and then let her consider. [SONG] Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
28723CLOTENSo, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will consider your music the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs and calves'-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend.
288(stage directions)23[Exeunt Musicians]
28923SECOND LORDHere comes the king.
29023CLOTENI am glad I was up so late; for that's the reason I was up so early: he cannot choose but take this service I have done fatherly. [Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN] Good morrow to your majesty and to my gracious mother.
29123CYMBELINEAttend you here the door of our stern daughter? Will she not forth?
29223CLOTENI have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice.
29323CYMBELINEThe exile of her minion is too new; She hath not yet forgot him: some more time Must wear the print of his remembrance out, And then she's yours.
29423QUEENYou are most bound to the king, Who lets go by no vantages that may Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself To orderly soliciting, and be friended With aptness of the season; make denials Increase your services; so seem as if You were inspired to do those duties which You tender to her; that you in all obey her, Save when command to your dismission tends, And therein you are senseless.
29523CLOTENSenseless! not so.
296(stage directions)23[Enter a Messenger]
29723MESSENGERSo like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius.
29823CYMBELINEA worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; But that's no fault of his: we must receive him According to the honour of his sender; And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us, We must extend our notice. Our dear son, When you have given good morning to your mistress, Attend the queen and us; we shall have need To employ you towards this Roman. Come, our queen.
299(stage directions)23[Exeunt all but CLOTEN]
30023CLOTENIf she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Let her lie still and dream. [Knocks] By your leave, ho! I Know her women are about her: what If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief; Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man: what Can it not do and undo? I will make One of her women lawyer to me, for I yet not understand the case myself. [Knocks] By your leave.
301(stage directions)23[Enter a Lady]
30223LADYWho's there that knocks?
30323CLOTENA gentleman.
30423LADYNo more?
30523CLOTENYes, and a gentlewoman's son.
30623LADYThat's more Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours, Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?
30723CLOTENYour lady's person: is she ready?
30823LADYAy, To keep her chamber.
30923CLOTENThere is gold for you; Sell me your good report.
31023LADYHow! my good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good?--The princess!
311(stage directions)23[Enter IMOGEN]
31223CLOTENGood morrow, fairest: sister, your sweet hand.
313(stage directions)23[Exit Lady]
31423IMOGENGood morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble; the thanks I give Is telling you that I am poor of thanks And scarce can spare them.
31523CLOTENStill, I swear I love you.
31623IMOGENIf you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: If you swear still, your recompense is still That I regard it not.
31723CLOTENThis is no answer.
31823IMOGENBut that you shall not say I yield being silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: 'faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness: one of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
31923CLOTENTo leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin: I will not.
32023IMOGENFools are not mad folks.
32123CLOTENDo you call me fool?
32223IMOGENAs I am mad, I do: If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir, You put me to forget a lady's manners, By being so verbal: and learn now, for all, That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, By the very truth of it, I care not for you, And am so near the lack of charity-- To accuse myself--I hate you; which I had rather You felt than make't my boast.
32323CLOTENYou sin against Obedience, which you owe your father. For The contract you pretend with that base wretch, One bred of alms and foster'd with cold dishes, With scraps o' the court, it is no contract, none: And though it be allow'd in meaner parties-- Yet who than he more mean?--to knit their souls, On whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary, in self-figured knot; Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by The consequence o' the crown, and must not soil The precious note of it with a base slave. A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, A pantler, not so eminent.
32423IMOGENProfane fellow Wert thou the son of Jupiter and no more But what thou art besides, thou wert too base To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough, Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made Comparative for your virtues, to be styled The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated For being preferred so well.
32523CLOTENThe south-fog rot him!
32623IMOGENHe never can meet more mischance than come To be but named of thee. His meanest garment, That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer In my respect than all the hairs above thee, Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio!
327(stage directions)23[Enter PISANIO]
32823CLOTEN'His garment!' Now the devil--
32923IMOGENTo Dorothy my woman hie thee presently--
33023CLOTEN'His garment!'
33123IMOGENI am sprited with a fool. Frighted, and anger'd worse: go bid my woman Search for a jewel that too casually Hath left mine arm: it was thy master's: 'shrew me, If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe. I do think I saw't this morning: confident I am Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it: I hope it be not gone to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he.
33223PISANIO'Twill not be lost.
33323IMOGENI hope so: go and search.
334(stage directions)23[Exit PISANIO]
33523CLOTENYou have abused me: 'His meanest garment!'
33623IMOGENAy, I said so, sir: If you will make't an action, call witness to't.
33723CLOTENI will inform your father.
33823IMOGENYour mother too: She's my good lady, and will conceive, I hope, But the worst of me. So, I leave you, sir, To the worst of discontent.
339(stage directions)23[Exit]
34023CLOTENI'll be revenged: 'His meanest garment!' Well.
341(stage directions)23[Exit]
342(stage directions)24[Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO]
34324POSTHUMUS LEONATUSFear it not, sir: I would I were so sure To win the king as I am bold her honour Will remain hers.
34424PHILARIOWhat means do you make to him?
34524POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNot any, but abide the change of time, Quake in the present winter's state and wish That warmer days would come: in these sear'd hopes, I barely gratify your love; they failing, I must die much your debtor.
34624PHILARIOYour very goodness and your company O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius Will do's commission throughly: and I think He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief.
34724POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI do believe, Statist though I am none, nor like to be, That this will prove a war; and you shall hear The legions now in Gallia sooner landed In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen Are men more order'd than when Julius Caesar Smiled at their lack of skill, but found their courage Worthy his frowning at: their discipline, Now mingled with their courages, will make known To their approvers they are people such That mend upon the world.
348(stage directions)24[Enter IACHIMO]
34924PHILARIOSee! Iachimo!
35024POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThe swiftest harts have posted you by land; And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails, To make your vessel nimble.
35124PHILARIOWelcome, sir.
35224POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI hope the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return.
35324IACHIMOYour lady Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon.
35424POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAnd therewithal the best; or let her beauty Look through a casement to allure false hearts And be false with them.
35524IACHIMOHere are letters for you.
35624POSTHUMUS LEONATUSTheir tenor good, I trust.
35724IACHIMO'Tis very like.
35824PHILARIOWas Caius Lucius in the Britain court When you were there?
35924IACHIMOHe was expected then, But not approach'd.
36024POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAll is well yet. Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not Too dull for your good wearing?
36124IACHIMOIf I had lost it, I should have lost the worth of it in gold. I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy A second night of such sweet shortness which Was mine in Britain, for the ring is won.
36224POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThe stone's too hard to come by.
36324IACHIMONot a whit, Your lady being so easy.
36424POSTHUMUS LEONATUSMake not, sir, Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we Must not continue friends.
36524IACHIMOGood sir, we must, If you keep covenant. Had I not brought The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant We were to question further: but I now Profess myself the winner of her honour, Together with your ring; and not the wronger Of her or you, having proceeded but By both your wills.
36624POSTHUMUS LEONATUSIf you can make't apparent That you have tasted her in bed, my hand And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion You had of her pure honour gains or loses Your sword or mine, or masterless leaves both To who shall find them.
36724IACHIMOSir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe: whose strength I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find You need it not.
36924IACHIMOFirst, her bedchamber,-- Where, I confess, I slept not, but profess Had that was well worth watching--it was hang'd With tapesty of silk and silver; the story Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for The press of boats or pride: a piece of work So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive In workmanship and value; which I wonder'd Could be so rarely and exactly wrought, Since the true life on't was--
37024POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThis is true; And this you might have heard of here, by me, Or by some other.
37124IACHIMOMore particulars Must justify my knowledge.
37224POSTHUMUS LEONATUSSo they must, Or do your honour injury.
37324IACHIMOThe chimney Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece Chaste Dian bathing: never saw I figures So likely to report themselves: the cutter Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her, Motion and breath left out.
37424POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThis is a thing Which you might from relation likewise reap, Being, as it is, much spoke of.
37524IACHIMOThe roof o' the chamber With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons-- I had forgot them--were two winking Cupids Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely Depending on their brands.
37624POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThis is her honour! Let it be granted you have seen all this--and praise Be given to your remembrance--the description Of what is in her chamber nothing saves The wager you have laid.
37724IACHIMOThen, if you can, [Showing the bracelet] Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel; see! And now 'tis up again: it must be married To that your diamond; I'll keep them.
37824POSTHUMUS LEONATUSJove! Once more let me behold it: is it that Which I left with her?
37924IACHIMOSir--I thank her--that: She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; Her pretty action did outsell her gift, And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me, and said She prized it once.
38024POSTHUMUS LEONATUSMay be she pluck'd it off To send it me.
38124IACHIMOShe writes so to you, doth she?
38224POSTHUMUS LEONATUSO, no, no, no! 'tis true. Here, take this too; [Gives the ring] It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on't. Let there be no honour Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love, Where there's another man: the vows of women Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing. O, above measure false!
38324PHILARIOHave patience, sir, And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won: It may be probable she lost it; or Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, Hath stol'n it from her?
38424POSTHUMUS LEONATUSVery true; And so, I hope, he came by't. Back my ring: Render to me some corporal sign about her, More evident than this; for this was stolen.
38524IACHIMOBy Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
38624POSTHUMUS LEONATUSHark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears. 'Tis true:--nay, keep the ring--'tis true: I am sure She would not lose it: her attendants are All sworn and honourable:--they induced to steal it! And by a stranger!--No, he hath enjoyed her: The cognizance of her incontinency Is this: she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly. There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Divide themselves between you!
38724PHILARIOSir, be patient: This is not strong enough to be believed Of one persuaded well of--
38824POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNever talk on't; She hath been colted by him.
38924IACHIMOIf you seek For further satisfying, under her breast-- Worthy the pressing--lies a mole, right proud Of that most delicate lodging: by my life, I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger To feed again, though full. You do remember This stain upon her?
39024POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAy, and it doth confirm Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Were there no more but it.
39124IACHIMOWill you hear more?
39224POSTHUMUS LEONATUSSpare your arithmetic: never count the turns; Once, and a million!
39324IACHIMOI'll be sworn--
39424POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNo swearing. If you will swear you have not done't, you lie; And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny Thou'st made me cuckold.
39524IACHIMOI'll deny nothing.
39624POSTHUMUS LEONATUSO, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! I will go there and do't, i' the court, before Her father. I'll do something--
397(stage directions)24[Exit]
39824PHILARIOQuite besides The government of patience! You have won: Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath He hath against himself.
39924IACHIMOWith an my heart.
400(stage directions)24[Exeunt]
401(stage directions)25[Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS]
40225POSTHUMUS LEONATUSIs there no way for men to be but women Must be half-workers? We are all bastards; And that most venerable man which I Did call my father, was I know not where When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd The Dian of that time so doth my wife The nonpareil of this. O, vengeance, vengeance! Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with A pudency so rosy the sweet view on't Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her As chaste as unsunn'd snow. O, all the devils! This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,--wast not?-- Or less,--at first?--perchance he spoke not, but, Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, Cried 'O!' and mounted; found no opposition But what he look'd for should oppose and she Should from encounter guard. Could I find out The woman's part in me! For there's no motion That tends to vice in man, but I affirm It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it, The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers; Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, Nice longing, slanders, mutability, All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows, Why, hers, in part or all; but rather, all; For even to vice They are not constant but are changing still One vice, but of a minute old, for one Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill In a true hate, to pray they have their will: The very devils cannot plague them better.
403(stage directions)25[Exit] [Enter in state, CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN,] and Lords at one door, and at another, CAIUS LUCIUS and Attendants]
40431CYMBELINENow say, what would Augustus Caesar with us?
40531CAIUS LUCIUSWhen Julius Caesar, whose remembrance yet Lives in men's eyes and will to ears and tongues Be theme and hearing ever, was in this Britain And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,-- Famous in Caesar's praises, no whit less Than in his feats deserving it--for him And his succession granted Rome a tribute, Yearly three thousand pounds, which by thee lately Is left untender'd.
40631QUEENAnd, to kill the marvel, Shall be so ever.
40731CLOTENThere be many Caesars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is A world by itself; and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.
40831QUEENThat opportunity Which then they had to take from 's, to resume We have again. Remember, sir, my liege, The kings your ancestors, together with The natural bravery of your isle, which stands As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in With rocks unscalable and roaring waters, With sands that will not bear your enemies' boats, But suck them up to the topmast. A kind of conquest Caesar made here; but made not here his brag Of 'Came' and 'saw' and 'overcame: ' with shame-- That first that ever touch'd him--he was carried From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping-- Poor ignorant baubles!-- upon our terrible seas, Like egg-shells moved upon their surges, crack'd As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof The famed Cassibelan, who was once at point-- O giglot fortune!--to master Caesar's sword,Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright And Britons strut with courage.
40931CLOTENCome, there's no more tribute to be paid: our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no moe such Caesars: other of them may have crook'd noses, but to owe such straight arms, none.
41031CYMBELINESon, let your mother end.
41131CLOTENWe have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say I am one; but I have a hand. Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now.
41231CYMBELINEYou must know, Till the injurious Romans did extort This tribute from us, we were free: Caesar's ambition, Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch The sides o' the world, against all colour here Did put the yoke upon 's; which to shake off Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon Ourselves to be.
41331CLOTEN[with Lords] We do.
41431CYMBELINESay, then, to Caesar, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius which Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword of Caesar Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Though Rome be therefore angry: Mulmutius made our laws, Who was the first of Britain which did put His brows within a golden crown and call'd Himself a king.
41531CAIUS LUCIUSI am sorry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar-- Caesar, that hath more kings his servants than Thyself domestic officers--thine enemy: Receive it from me, then: war and confusion In Caesar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look For fury not to be resisted. Thus defied, I thank thee for myself.
41631CYMBELINEThou art welcome, Caius. Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent Much under him; of him I gather'd honour; Which he to seek of me again, perforce, Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for Their liberties are now in arms; a precedent Which not to read would show the Britons cold: So Caesar shall not find them.
41731CAIUS LUCIUSLet proof speak.
41831CLOTENHis majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day or two, or longer: if you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end.
41931CAIUS LUCIUSSo, sir.
42031CYMBELINEI know your master's pleasure and he mine: All the remain is 'Welcome!'
421(stage directions)31[Exeunt]
422(stage directions)32[Enter PISANIO, with a letter]
42332PISANIOHow? of adultery? Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser? Leonatus, O master! what a strange infection Is fall'n into thy ear! What false Italian, As poisonous-tongued as handed, hath prevail'd On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal! No: She's punish'd for her truth, and undergoes, More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults As would take in some virtue. O my master! Thy mind to her is now as low as were Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her? Upon the love and truth and vows which I Have made to thy command? I, her? her blood? If it be so to do good service, never Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, That I should seem to lack humanity so much as this fact comes to? [Reading] 'Do't: the letter that I have sent her, by her own command Shall give thee opportunity.' O damn'd paper! Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble, Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes. I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
424(stage directions)32[Enter IMOGEN]
42532IMOGENHow now, Pisanio!
42632PISANIOMadam, here is a letter from my lord.
42732IMOGENWho? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus! O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer That knew the stars as I his characters; He'ld lay the future open. You good gods, Let what is here contain'd relish of love, Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not That we two are asunder; let that grieve him: Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them, For it doth physic love: of his content, All but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Blest be You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike: Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods! [Reads] 'Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, increasing in love, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS.' O, for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio? He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week, why may not I Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,-- Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,-- let me bate,-but not like me--yet long'st, But in a fainter kind:--O, not like me; For mine's beyond beyond--say, and speak thick; Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, To the smothering of the sense--how far it is To this same blessed Milford: and by the way Tell me how Wales was made so happy as To inherit such a haven: but first of all, How we may steal from hence, and for the gap That we shall make in time, from our hence-going And our return, to excuse: but first, how get hence: Why should excuse be born or e'er begot? We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak, How many score of miles may we well ride 'Twixt hour and hour?
42832PISANIOOne score 'twixt sun and sun, Madam, 's enough for you: [Aside] and too much too.
42932IMOGENWhy, one that rode to's execution, man, Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers, Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery: Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say She'll home to her father: and provide me presently A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit A franklin's housewife.
43032PISANIOMadam, you're best consider.
43132IMOGENI see before me, man: nor here, nor here, Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them, That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee; Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say, Accessible is none but Milford way.
432(stage directions)32[Exeunt] [Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS; GUIDERIUS,] and ARVIRAGUS following]
43333BELARIUSA goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys; this gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you To a morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on, without Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven! We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do.
43433GUIDERIUSHail, heaven!
43533ARVIRAGUSHail, heaven!
43633BELARIUSNow for our mountain sport: up to yond hill; Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, When you above perceive me like a crow, That it is place which lessens and sets off; And you may then revolve what tales I have told you Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: This service is not service, so being done, But being so allow'd: to apprehend thus, Draws us a profit from all things we see; And often, to our comfort, shall we find The sharded beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life Is nobler than attending for a cheque, Richer than doing nothing for a bauble, Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Such gain the cap of him that makes 'em fine, Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours.
43733GUIDERIUSOut of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged, Have never wing'd from view o' the nest, nor know not What air's from home. Haply this life is best, If quiet life be best; sweeter to you That have a sharper known; well corresponding With your stiff age: but unto us it is A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed; A prison for a debtor, that not dares To stride a limit.
43833ARVIRAGUSWhat should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing; We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey, Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat; Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird, And sing our bondage freely.
43933BELARIUSHow you speak! Did you but know the city's usuries And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court As hard to leave as keep; whose top to climb Is certain falling, or so slippery that The fear's as bad as falling; the toil o' the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger I' the name of fame and honour; which dies i' the search, And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph As record of fair act; nay, many times, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Must court'sy at the censure:--O boys, this story The world may read in me: my body's mark'd With Roman swords, and my report was once First with the best of note: Cymbeline loved me, And when a soldier was the theme, my name Was not far off: then was I as a tree Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night, A storm or robbery, call it what you will, Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, And left me bare to weather.
44033GUIDERIUSUncertain favour!
44133BELARIUSMy fault being nothing--as I have told you oft-- But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline I was confederate with the Romans: so Follow'd my banishment, and this twenty years This rock and these demesnes have been my world; Where I have lived at honest freedom, paid More pious debts to heaven than in all The fore-end of my time. But up to the mountains! This is not hunters' language: he that strikes The venison first shall be the lord o' the feast; To him the other two shall minister; And we will fear no poison, which attends In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys. [Exeunt GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS] How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little they are sons to the king; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they are mine; and though train'd up thus meanly I' the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces, and nature prompts them In simple and low things to prince it much Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, who The king his father call'd Guiderius,--Jove! When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out Into my story: say 'Thus, mine enemy fell, And thus I set my foot on 's neck;' even then The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, Strains his young nerves and puts himself in posture That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, Once Arviragus, in as like a figure, Strikes life into my speech and shows much more His own conceiving.--Hark, the game is roused! O Cymbeline! heaven and my conscience knows Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon, At three and two years old, I stole these babes; Thinking to bar thee of succession, as Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mother, And every day do honour to her grave: Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd, They take for natural father. The game is up.
442(stage directions)33[Exit]
443(stage directions)34[Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN]
44434IMOGENThou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place Was near at hand: ne'er long'd my mother so To see me first, as I have now. Pisanio! man! Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind, That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd Beyond self-explication: put thyself Into a havior of less fear, ere wildness Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter? Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with A look untender? If't be summer news, Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st But keep that countenance still. My husband's hand! That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him, And he's at some hard point. Speak, man: thy tongue May take off some extremity, which to read Would be even mortal to me.
44534PISANIOPlease you, read; And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing The most disdain'd of fortune.
44634IMOGEN[Reads] 'Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises, but from proof as strong as my grief and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pisanio, must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life: I shall give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven. She hath my letter for the purpose where, if thou fear to strike and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour and equally to me disloyal.'
44734PISANIOWhat shall I need to draw my sword? the paper Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds and doth belie All corners of the world: kings, queens and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters. What cheer, madam?
44834IMOGENFalse to his bed! What is it to be false? To lie in watch there and to think on him? To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature, To break it with a fearful dream of him And cry myself awake? that's false to's bed, is it?
44934PISANIOAlas, good lady!
45034IMOGENI false! Thy conscience witness: Iachimo, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency; Thou then look'dst like a villain; now methinks Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him: Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion; And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls, I must be ripp'd:--to pieces with me!--O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villany; not born where't grows, But worn a bait for ladies.
45134PISANIOGood madam, hear me.
45234IMOGENTrue honest men being heard, like false Aeneas, Were in his time thought false, and Sinon's weeping Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity From most true wretchedness: so thou, Posthumus, Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men; Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjured From thy great fall. Come, fellow, be thou honest: Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou see'st him, A little witness my obedience: look! I draw the sword myself: take it, and hit The innocent mansion of my love, my heart; Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief; Thy master is not there, who was indeed The riches of it: do his bidding; strike Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause; But now thou seem'st a coward.
45334PISANIOHence, vile instrument! Thou shalt not damn my hand.
45434IMOGENWhy, I must die; And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart. Something's afore't. Soft, soft! we'll no defence; Obedient as the scabbard. What is here? The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, All turn'd to heresy? Away, away, Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools Believe false teachers: though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Stands in worse case of woe. And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up My disobedience 'gainst the king my father And make me put into contempt the suits Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself To think, when thou shalt be disedged by her That now thou tirest on, how thy memory Will then be pang'd by me. Prithee, dispatch: The lamb entreats the butcher: where's thy knife? Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, When I desire it too.
45534PISANIOO gracious lady, Since I received command to do this business I have not slept one wink.
45634IMOGENDo't, and to bed then.
45734PISANIOI'll wake mine eye-balls blind first.
45834IMOGENWherefore then Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused So many miles with a pretence? this place? Mine action and thine own? our horses' labour? The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court, For my being absent? whereunto I never Purpose return. Why hast thou gone so far, To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand, The elected deer before thee?
45934PISANIOBut to win time To lose so bad employment; in the which I have consider'd of a course. Good lady, Hear me with patience.
46034IMOGENTalk thy tongue weary; speak I have heard I am a strumpet; and mine ear Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.
46134PISANIOThen, madam, I thought you would not back again.
46234IMOGENMost like; Bringing me here to kill me.
46334PISANIONot so, neither: But if I were as wise as honest, then My purpose would prove well. It cannot be But that my master is abused: Some villain, ay, and singular in his art. Hath done you both this cursed injury.
46434IMOGENSome Roman courtezan.
46534PISANIONo, on my life. I'll give but notice you are dead and send him Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded I should do so: you shall be miss'd at court, And that will well confirm it.
46634IMOGENWhy good fellow, What shall I do the where? where bide? how live? Or in my life what comfort, when I am Dead to my husband?
46734PISANIOIf you'll back to the court--
46834IMOGENNo court, no father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, simple nothing, That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege.
46934PISANIOIf not at court, Then not in Britain must you bide.
47034IMOGENWhere then Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night, Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume Our Britain seems as of it, but not in 't; In a great pool a swan's nest: prithee, think There's livers out of Britain.
47134PISANIOI am most glad You think of other place. The ambassador, Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven To-morrow: now, if you could wear a mind Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise That which, to appear itself, must not yet be But by self-danger, you should tread a course Pretty and full of view; yea, haply, near The residence of Posthumus; so nigh at least That though his actions were not visible, yet Report should render him hourly to your ear As truly as he moves.
47234IMOGENO, for such means! Though peril to my modesty, not death on't, I would adventure.
47334PISANIOWell, then, here's the point: You must forget to be a woman; change Command into obedience: fear and niceness-- The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, Woman its pretty self--into a waggish courage: Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy and As quarrelous as the weasel; nay, you must Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek, Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart! Alack, no remedy!--to the greedy touch Of common-kissing Titan, and forget Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein You made great Juno angry.
47434IMOGENNay, be brief I see into thy end, and am almost A man already.
47534PISANIOFirst, make yourself but like one. Fore-thinking this, I have already fit-- 'Tis in my cloak-bag--doublet, hat, hose, all That answer to them: would you in their serving, And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Present yourself, desire his service, tell him wherein you're happy,--which you'll make him know, If that his head have ear in music,--doubtless With joy he will embrace you, for he's honourable And doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad, You have me, rich; and I will never fail Beginning nor supplyment.
47634IMOGENThou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away: There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even All that good time will give us: this attempt I am soldier to, and will abide it with A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.
47734PISANIOWell, madam, we must take a short farewell, Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Here is a box; I had it from the queen: What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this Will drive away distemper. To some shade, And fit you to your manhood. May the gods Direct you to the best!
47834IMOGENAmen: I thank thee.
479(stage directions)34[Exeunt, severally] [Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, LUCIUS,] Lords, and Attendants]
48035CYMBELINEThus far; and so farewell.
48135CAIUS LUCIUSThanks, royal sir. My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence; And am right sorry that I must report ye My master's enemy.
48235CYMBELINEOur subjects, sir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself To show less sovereignty than they, must needs Appear unkinglike.
48335CAIUS LUCIUSSo, sir: I desire of you A conduct over-land to Milford-Haven. Madam, all joy befal your grace!
48435QUEENAnd you!
48535CYMBELINEMy lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit. So farewell, noble Lucius.
48635CAIUS LUCIUSYour hand, my lord.
48735CLOTENReceive it friendly; but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy.
48835CAIUS LUCIUSSir, the event Is yet to name the winner: fare you well.
48935CYMBELINELeave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, Till he have cross'd the Severn. Happiness!
490(stage directions)35[Exeunt LUCIUS and Lords]
49135QUEENHe goes hence frowning: but it honours us That we have given him cause.
49235CLOTEN'Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
49335CYMBELINELucius hath wrote already to the emperor How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness: The powers that he already hath in Gallia Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves His war for Britain.
49435QUEEN'Tis not sleepy business; But must be look'd to speedily and strongly.
49535CYMBELINEOur expectation that it would be thus Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd The duty of the day: she looks us like A thing more made of malice than of duty: We have noted it. Call her before us; for We have been too slight in sufferance.
496(stage directions)35[Exit an Attendant]
49735QUEENRoyal sir, Since the exile of Posthumus, most retired Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord, 'Tis time must do. Beseech your majesty, Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady So tender of rebukes that words are strokes And strokes death to her.
498(stage directions)35[Re-enter Attendant]
49935CYMBELINEWhere is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd?
50035ATTENDANTPlease you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer That will be given to the loudest noise we make.
50135QUEENMy lord, when last I went to visit her, She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close, Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, She should that duty leave unpaid to you, Which daily she was bound to proffer: this She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Made me to blame in memory.
50235CYMBELINEHer doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that which I fear Prove false!
503(stage directions)35[Exit]
50435QUEENSon, I say, follow the king.
50535CLOTENThat man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, have not seen these two days.
50635QUEENGo, look after. [Exit CLOTEN] Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus! He hath a drug of mine; I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes It is a thing most precious. But for her, Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seized her, Or, wing'd with fervor of her love, she's flown To her desired Posthumus: gone she is To death or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: she being down, I have the placing of the British crown. [Re-enter CLOTEN] How now, my son!
50735CLOTEN'Tis certain she is fled. Go in and cheer the king: he rages; none Dare come about him.
50835QUEEN[Aside] All the better: may This night forestall him of the coming day!
509(stage directions)35[Exit]
51035CLOTENI love and hate her: for she's fair and royal, And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Outsells them all; I love her therefore: but Disdaining me and throwing favours on The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment That what's else rare is choked; and in that point I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, To be revenged upon her. For when fools Shall-- [Enter PISANIO] Who is here? What, are you packing, sirrah? Come hither: ah, you precious pander! Villain, Where is thy lady? In a word; or else Thou art straightway with the fiends.
51135PISANIOO, good my lord!
51235CLOTENWhere is thy lady? Or, by Jupiter,-- I will not ask again. Close villain, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? From whose so many weights of baseness cannot A dram of worth be drawn.
51335PISANIOAlas, my lord, How can she be with him? When was she missed? He is in Rome.
51435CLOTENWhere is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting: satisfy me home What is become of her.
51535PISANIOO, my all-worthy lord!
51635CLOTENAll-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is at once, At the next word: no more of 'worthy lord!' Speak, or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death.
51735PISANIOThen, sir, This paper is the history of my knowledge Touching her flight.
518(stage directions)35[Presenting a letter]
51935CLOTENLet's see't. I will pursue her Even to Augustus' throne.
52035PISANIO[Aside] Or this, or perish. She's far enough; and what he learns by this May prove his travel, not her danger.
52235PISANIO[Aside] I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again!
52335CLOTENSirrah, is this letter true?
52435PISANIOSir, as I think.
52535CLOTENIt is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me true service, undergo those employments wherein I should have cause to use thee with a serious industry, that is, what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it directly and truly, I would think thee an honest man: thou shouldst neither want my means for thy relief nor my voice for thy preferment.
52635PISANIOWell, my good lord.
52735CLOTENWilt thou serve me? for since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine: wilt thou serve me?
52835PISANIOSir, I will.
52935CLOTENGive me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession?
53035PISANIOI have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.
53135CLOTENThe first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy lint service; go.
53235PISANIOI shall, my lord.
533(stage directions)35[Exit]
53435CLOTENMeet thee at Milford-Haven!--I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon:--even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these garments were come. She said upon a time--the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart--that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person together with the adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and when my lust hath dined,--which, as I say, to vex her I will execute in the clothes that she so praised,--to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. [Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes] Be those the garments?
53535PISANIOAy, my noble lord.
53635CLOTENHow long is't since she went to Milford-Haven?
53735PISANIOShe can scarce be there yet.
53835CLOTENBring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford: would I had wings to follow it! Come, and be true.
539(stage directions)35[Exit]
54035PISANIOThou bid'st me to my loss: for true to thee Were to prove false, which I will never be, To him that is most true. To Milford go, And find not her whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow, You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed!
541(stage directions)35[Exit]
542(stage directions)36[Enter IMOGEN, in boy's clothes]
54336IMOGENI see a man's life is a tedious one: I have tired myself, and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me. Milford, When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, Thou wast within a ken: O Jove! I think Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean, Where they should be relieved. Two beggars told me I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie, That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder, When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord! Thou art one o' the false ones. Now I think on thee, My hunger's gone; but even before, I was At point to sink for food. But what is this? Here is a path to't: 'tis some savage hold: I were best not to call; I dare not call: yet famine, Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant, Plenty and peace breeds cowards: hardness ever Of hardiness is mother. Ho! who's here? If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage, Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I'll enter. Best draw my sword: and if mine enemy But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. Such a foe, good heavens!
544(stage directions)36[Exit, to the cave]
545(stage directions)36[Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS]
54636BELARIUSYou, Polydote, have proved best woodman and Are master of the feast: Cadwal and I Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match: The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Will make what's homely savoury: weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here, Poor house, that keep'st thyself!
54736GUIDERIUSI am thoroughly weary.
54836ARVIRAGUSI am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.
54936GUIDERIUSThere is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browse on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
55036BELARIUS[Looking into the cave] Stay; come not in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy.
55136GUIDERIUSWhat's the matter, sir?
55236BELARIUSBy Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon! Behold divineness No elder than a boy!
553(stage directions)36[Re-enter IMOGEN]
55436IMOGENGood masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought To have begg'd or bought what I have took: good troth, I have stol'n nought, nor would not, though I had found Gold strew'd i' the floor. Here's money for my meat: I would have left it on the board so soon As I had made my meal, and parted With prayers for the provider.
55536GUIDERIUSMoney, youth?
55636ARVIRAGUSAll gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those Who worship dirty gods.
55736IMOGENI see you're angry: Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should Have died had I not made it.
55836BELARIUSWhither bound?
55936IMOGENTo Milford-Haven.
56036BELARIUSWhat's your name?
56136IMOGENFidele, sir. I have a kinsman who Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, I am fall'n in this offence.
56236BELARIUSPrithee, fair youth, Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Ere you depart: and thanks to stay and eat it. Boys, bid him welcome.
56336GUIDERIUSWere you a woman, youth, I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty, I bid for you as I'd buy.
56436ARVIRAGUSI'll make't my comfort He is a man; I'll love him as my brother: And such a welcome as I'd give to him After long absence, such is yours: most welcome! Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
56536IMOGEN'Mongst friends, If brothers. [Aside] Would it had been so, that they Had been my father's sons! then had my prize Been less, and so more equal ballasting To thee, Posthumus.
56636BELARIUSHe wrings at some distress.
56736GUIDERIUSWould I could free't!
56836ARVIRAGUSOr I, whate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger. God's!
56936BELARIUSHark, boys.
570(stage directions)36[Whispering]
57136IMOGENGreat men, That had a court no bigger than this cave, That did attend themselves and had the virtue Which their own conscience seal'd them--laying by That nothing-gift of differing multitudes-- Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods! I'd change my sex to be companion with them, Since Leonatus's false.
57236BELARIUSIt shall be so. Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in: Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, So far as thou wilt speak it.
57336GUIDERIUSPray, draw near.
57436ARVIRAGUSThe night to the owl and morn to the lark less welcome.
57536IMOGENThanks, sir.
57636ARVIRAGUSI pray, draw near.
577(stage directions)36[Exeunt]
578(stage directions)37[Enter two Senators and Tribunes]
57937FIRST SENATORThis is the tenor of the emperor's writ: That since the common men are now in action 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians, And that the legions now in Gallia are Full weak to undertake our wars against The fall'n-off Britons, that we do incite The gentry to this business. He creates Lucius preconsul: and to you the tribunes, For this immediate levy, he commends His absolute commission. Long live Caesar!
58037FIRST TRIBUNEIs Lucius general of the forces?
58237FIRST TRIBUNERemaining now in Gallia?
58337FIRST SENATORWith those legions Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be supplyant: the words of your commission Will tie you to the numbers and the time Of their dispatch.
58437FIRST TRIBUNEWe will discharge our duty.
585(stage directions)37[Exeunt]
586(stage directions)41[Enter CLOTEN]
58741CLOTENI am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather--saving reverence of the word--for 'tis said a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself--for it is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber--I mean, the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions: yet this imperceiverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her father; who may haply be a little angry for my so rough usage; but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me.
588(stage directions)41[Exit] [Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS,] ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN]
58942BELARIUS[To IMOGEN] You are not well: remain here in the cave; We'll come to you after hunting.
59042ARVIRAGUS[To IMOGEN]. Brother, stay here Are we not brothers?
59142IMOGENSo man and man should be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
59242GUIDERIUSGo you to hunting; I'll abide with him.
59342IMOGENSo sick I am not, yet I am not well; But not so citizen a wanton as To seem to die ere sick: so please you, leave me; Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me Cannot amend me; society is no comfort To one not sociable: I am not very sick, Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here: I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Stealing so poorly.
59442GUIDERIUSI love thee; I have spoke it How much the quantity, the weight as much, As I do love my father.
59542BELARIUSWhat! how! how!
59642ARVIRAGUSIf it be sin to say so, I yoke me In my good brother's fault: I know not why I love this youth; and I have heard you say, Love's reason's without reason: the bier at door, And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say 'My father, not this youth.'
59742BELARIUS[Aside]. O noble strain! O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards and base things sire base: Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace. I'm not their father; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself, loved before me. 'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.
59842ARVIRAGUSBrother, farewell.
59942IMOGENI wish ye sport.
60042ARVIRAGUSYou health. So please you, sir.
60142IMOGEN[Aside] These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard! Our courtiers say all's savage but at court: Experience, O, thou disprovest report! The imperious seas breed monsters, for the dish Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. I am sick still; heart-sick. Pisanio, I'll now taste of thy drug.
602(stage directions)42[Swallows some]
60342GUIDERIUSI could not stir him: He said he was gentle, but unfortunate; Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.
60442ARVIRAGUSThus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter I might know more.
60542BELARIUSTo the field, to the field! We'll leave you for this time: go in and rest.
60642ARVIRAGUSWe'll not be long away.
60742BELARIUSPray, be not sick, For you must be our housewife.
60842IMOGENWell or ill, I am bound to you.
60942BELARIUSAnd shalt be ever. [Exit IMOGEN, to the cave] This youth, how'er distress'd, appears he hath had Good ancestors.
61042ARVIRAGUSHow angel-like he sings!
61142GUIDERIUSBut his neat cookery! he cut our roots In characters, And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick And he her dieter.
61242ARVIRAGUSNobly he yokes A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh Was that it was, for not being such a smile; The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly From so divine a temple, to commix With winds that sailors rail at.
61342GUIDERIUSI do note That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Mingle their spurs together.
61442ARVIRAGUSGrow, patience! And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine His perishing root with the increasing vine!
61542BELARIUSIt is great morning. Come, away!-- Who's there?
616(stage directions)42[Enter CLOTEN]
61742CLOTENI cannot find those runagates; that villain Hath mock'd me. I am faint.
61842BELARIUS'Those runagates!' Means he not us? I partly know him: 'tis Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush. I saw him not these many years, and yet I know 'tis he. We are held as outlaws: hence!
61942GUIDERIUSHe is but one: you and my brother search What companies are near: pray you, away; Let me alone with him.
620(stage directions)42[Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS]
62142CLOTENSoft! What are you That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers? I have heard of such. What slave art thou?
62242GUIDERIUSA thing More slavish did I ne'er than answering A slave without a knock.
62342CLOTENThou art a robber, A law-breaker, a villain: yield thee, thief.
62442GUIDERIUSTo who? to thee? What art thou? Have not I An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art, Why I should yield to thee?
62542CLOTENThou villain base, Know'st me not by my clothes?
62642GUIDERIUSNo, nor thy tailor, rascal, Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes, Which, as it seems, make thee.
62742CLOTENThou precious varlet, My tailor made them not.
62842GUIDERIUSHence, then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; I am loath to beat thee.
62942CLOTENThou injurious thief, Hear but my name, and tremble.
63042GUIDERIUSWhat's thy name?
63142CLOTENCloten, thou villain.
63242GUIDERIUSCloten, thou double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it: were it Toad, or Adder, Spider, 'Twould move me sooner.
63342CLOTENTo thy further fear, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know I am son to the queen.
63442GUIDERIUSI am sorry for 't; not seeming So worthy as thy birth.
63542CLOTENArt not afeard?
63642GUIDERIUSThose that I reverence those I fear, the wise: At fools I laugh, not fear them.
63742CLOTENDie the death: When I have slain thee with my proper hand, I'll follow those that even now fled hence, And on the gates of Lud's-town set your heads: Yield, rustic mountaineer.
638(stage directions)42[Exeunt, fighting]
639(stage directions)42[Re-enter BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS]
64042BELARIUSNo companies abroad?
64142ARVIRAGUSNone in the world: you did mistake him, sure.
64242BELARIUSI cannot tell: long is it since I saw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute 'Twas very Cloten.
64342ARVIRAGUSIn this place we left them: I wish my brother make good time with him, You say he is so fell.
64442BELARIUSBeing scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment Is oft the cause of fear. But, see, thy brother.
645(stage directions)42[Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with CLOTEN'S head]
64642GUIDERIUSThis Cloten was a fool, an empty purse; There was no money in't: not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none: Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne My head as I do his.
64742BELARIUSWhat hast thou done?
64842GUIDERIUSI am perfect what: cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report; Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and swore With his own single hand he'ld take us in Displace our heads where--thank the gods!--they grow, And set them on Lud's-town.
64942BELARIUSWe are all undone.
65042GUIDERIUSWhy, worthy father, what have we to lose, But that he swore to take, our lives? The law Protects not us: then why should we be tender To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us, Play judge and executioner all himself, For we do fear the law? What company Discover you abroad?
65142BELARIUSNo single soul Can we set eye on; but in all safe reason He must have some attendants. Though his humour Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not Absolute madness could so far have raved To bring him here alone; although perhaps It may be heard at court that such as we Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time May make some stronger head; the which he hearing-- As it is like him--might break out, and swear He'ld fetch us in; yet is't not probable To come alone, either he so undertaking, Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear, If we do fear this body hath a tail More perilous than the head.
65242ARVIRAGUSLet ordinance Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er, My brother hath done well.
65342BELARIUSI had no mind To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness Did make my way long forth.
65442GUIDERIUSWith his own sword, Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek Behind our rock; and let it to the sea, And tell the fishes he's the queen's son, Cloten: That's all I reck.
655(stage directions)42[Exit]
65642BELARIUSI fear 'twill be revenged: Would, Polydote, thou hadst not done't! though valour Becomes thee well enough.
65742ARVIRAGUSWould I had done't So the revenge alone pursued me! Polydore, I love thee brotherly, but envy much Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would revenges, That possible strength might meet, would seek us through And put us to our answer.
65842BELARIUSWell, 'tis done: We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Where there's no profit. I prithee, to our rock; You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay Till hasty Polydote return, and bring him To dinner presently.
65942ARVIRAGUSPoor sick Fidele! I'll weringly to him: to gain his colour I'ld let a parish of such Clotens' blood, And praise myself for charity.
660(stage directions)42[Exit]
66142BELARIUSO thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys! They are as gentle As zephyrs blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonder That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught, Civility not seen from other, valour That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop As if it had been sow'd. Yet still it's strange What Cloten's being here to us portends, Or what his death will bring us.
662(stage directions)42[Re-enter GUIDERIUS]
66342GUIDERIUSWhere's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, In embassy to his mother: his body's hostage For his return.
664(stage directions)42[Solemn music]
66542BELARIUSMy ingenious instrument! Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark!
66642GUIDERIUSIs he at home?
66742BELARIUSHe went hence even now.
66842GUIDERIUSWhat does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother it did not speak before. All solemn things Should answer solemn accidents. The matter? Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. Is Cadwal mad?
66942BELARIUSLook, here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms Of what we blame him for. [Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, with IMOGEN, as dead,] bearing her in his arms]
67042ARVIRAGUSThe bird is dead That we have made so much on. I had rather Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch, Than have seen this.
67142GUIDERIUSO sweetest, fairest lily! My brother wears thee not the one half so well As when thou grew'st thyself.
67242BELARIUSO melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare Might easiliest harbour in? Thou blessed thing! Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I, Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy. How found you him?
67342ARVIRAGUSStark, as you see: Thus smiling, as some fly hid tickled slumber, Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at; his right cheek Reposing on a cushion.
67542ARVIRAGUSO' the floor; His arms thus leagued: I thought he slept, and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud.
67642GUIDERIUSWhy, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee.
67742ARVIRAGUSWith fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would, With charitable bill,--O bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie Without a monument!--bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse.
67842GUIDERIUSPrithee, have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt. To the grave!
67942ARVIRAGUSSay, where shall's lay him?
68042GUIDERIUSBy good Euriphile, our mother.
68142ARVIRAGUSBe't so: And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, As once our mother; use like note and words, Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.
68242GUIDERIUSCadwal, I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee; For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse Than priests and fanes that lie.
68342ARVIRAGUSWe'll speak it, then.
68442BELARIUSGreat griefs, I see, medicine the less; for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys; And though he came our enemy, remember He was paid for that: though mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust, yet reverence, That angel of the world, doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely And though you took his life, as being our foe, Yet bury him as a prince.
68542GUIDERIUSPray You, fetch him hither. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax', When neither are alive.
68642ARVIRAGUSIf you'll go fetch him, We'll say our song the whilst. Brother, begin.
687(stage directions)42[Exit BELARIUS]
68842GUIDERIUSNay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for't.
68942ARVIRAGUS'Tis true.
69042GUIDERIUSCome on then, and remove him.
69142ARVIRAGUSSo. Begin.
692(stage directions)42[SONG]
69342GUIDERIUSFear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
69442ARVIRAGUSFear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
69542GUIDERIUSFear no more the lightning flash,
69642ARVIRAGUSNor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
69742GUIDERIUSFear not slander, censure rash;
69842ARVIRAGUSThou hast finish'd joy and moan:
69942GUIDERIUS[with Arviragus] All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust.
70042GUIDERIUSNo exorciser harm thee!
70142ARVIRAGUSNor no witchcraft charm thee!
70242GUIDERIUSGhost unlaid forbear thee!
70342ARVIRAGUSNothing ill come near thee!
70442GUIDERIUS[with Arviragus] Quiet consummation have; And renowned be thy grave!
705(stage directions)42[Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of CLOTEN]
70642GUIDERIUSWe have done our obsequies: come, lay him down.
70742BELARIUSHere's a few flowers; but 'bout midnight, more: The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the night Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces. You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so These herblets shall, which we upon you strew. Come on, away: apart upon our knees. The ground that gave them first has them again: Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.
708(stage directions)42[Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS]
70942IMOGEN[Awaking] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way?-- I thank you.--By yond bush?--Pray, how far thither? 'Ods pittikins! can it be six mile yet?-- I have gone all night. 'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. But, soft! no bedfellow!--O gods and goddesses! [Seeing the body of CLOTEN] These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't. I hope I dream; For so I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so; 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of fumes: our very eyes Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith, I tremble stiff with fear: but if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it! The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is Without me, as within me; not imagined, felt. A headless man! The garments of Posthumus! I know the shape of's leg: this is his hand; His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh; The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face Murder in heaven?--How!--'Tis gone. Pisanio, All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou, Conspired with that irregulous devil, Cloten, Hast here cut off my lord. To write and read Be henceforth treacherous! Damn'd Pisanio Hath with his forged letters,--damn'd Pisanio-- From this most bravest vessel of the world Struck the main-top! O Posthumus! alas, Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me! where's that? Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, And left this head on. How should this be? Pisanio? 'Tis he and Cloten: malice and lucre in them Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, pregnant! The drug he gave me, which he said was precious And cordial to me, have I not found it Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home: This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O! Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood, That we the horrider may seem to those Which chance to find us: O, my lord, my lord! [Falls on the body] [Enter LUCIUS, a Captain and other Officers,] and a Soothsayer]
71042CAPTAINTo them the legions garrison'd in Gailia, After your will, have cross'd the sea, attending You here at Milford-Haven with your ships: They are in readiness.
71142CAIUS LUCIUSBut what from Rome?
71242CAPTAINThe senate hath stirr'd up the confiners And gentlemen of Italy, most willing spirits, That promise noble service: and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Syenna's brother.
71342CAIUS LUCIUSWhen expect you them?
71442CAPTAINWith the next benefit o' the wind.
71542CAIUS LUCIUSThis forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't. Now, sir, What have you dream'd of late of this war's purpose?
71642SOOTHSAYERLast night the very gods show'd me a vision-- I fast and pray'd for their intelligence--thus: I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spongy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends-- Unless my sins abuse my divination-- Success to the Roman host.
71742CAIUS LUCIUSDream often so, And never false. Soft, ho! what trunk is here Without his top? The ruin speaks that sometime It was a worthy building. How! a page! Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead rather; For nature doth abhor to make his bed With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead. Let's see the boy's face.
71842CAPTAINHe's alive, my lord.
71942CAIUS LUCIUSHe'll then instruct us of this body. Young one, Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems They crave to be demanded. Who is this Thou makest thy bloody pillow? Or who was he That, otherwise than noble nature did, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it? What art thou?
72042IMOGENI am nothing: or if not, Nothing to be were better. This was my master, A very valiant Briton and a good, That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas! There is no more such masters: I may wander From east to occident, cry out for service, Try many, all good, serve truly, never Find such another master.
72142CAIUS LUCIUS'Lack, good youth! Thou movest no less with thy complaining than Thy master in bleeding: say his name, good friend.
72242IMOGENRichard du Champ. [Aside] If I do lie and do No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope They'll pardon it.--Say you, sir?
72342CAIUS LUCIUSThy name?
72442IMOGENFidele, sir.
72542CAIUS LUCIUSThou dost approve thyself the very same: Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say Thou shalt be so well master'd, but, be sure, No less beloved. The Roman emperor's letters, Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner Than thine own worth prefer thee: go with me.
72642IMOGENI'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' strew'd his grave, And on it said a century of prayers, Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh; And leaving so his service, follow you, So please you entertain me.
72742CAIUS LUCIUSAy, good youth! And rather father thee than master thee. My friends, The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can, And make him with our pikes and partisans A grave: come, arm him. Boy, he is preferr'd By thee to us, and he shall be interr'd As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes Some falls are means the happier to arise.
728(stage directions)42[Exeunt]
729(stage directions)43[Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, PISANIO, and Attendants]
73043CYMBELINEAgain; and bring me word how 'tis with her. [Exit an Attendant] A fever with the absence of her son, A madness, of which her life's in danger. Heavens, How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen Upon a desperate bed, and in a time When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, So needful for this present: it strikes me, past The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow, Who needs must know of her departure and Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee By a sharp torture.
73143PISANIOSir, my life is yours; I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress, I nothing know where she remains, why gone, Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness, Hold me your loyal servant.
73243FIRST LORDGood my liege, The day that she was missing he was here: I dare be bound he's true and shall perform All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, And will, no doubt, be found.
73343CYMBELINEThe time is troublesome. [To PISANIO] We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend.
73443FIRST LORDSo please your majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast, with a supply Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.
73543CYMBELINENow for the counsel of my son and queen! I am amazed with matter.
73643FIRST LORDGood my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're ready: The want is but to put those powers in motion That long to move.
73743CYMBELINEI thank you. Let's withdraw; And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not What can from Italy annoy us; but We grieve at chances here. Away!
738(stage directions)43[Exeunt all but PISANIO]
73943PISANIOI heard no letter from my master since I wrote him Imogen was slain: 'tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress who did promise To yield me often tidings: neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work. Wherein I am false I am honest; not true, to be true. These present wars shall find I love my country, Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them. All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.
740(stage directions)43[Exit]
741(stage directions)44[Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
74244GUIDERIUSThe noise is round about us.
74344BELARIUSLet us from it.
74444ARVIRAGUSWhat pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure?
74544GUIDERIUSNay, what hope Have we in hiding us? This way, the Romans Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us For barbarous and unnatural revolts During their use, and slay us after.
74644BELARIUSSons, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. To the king's party there's no going: newness Of Cloten's death--we being not known, not muster'd Among the bands--may drive us to a render Where we have lived, and so extort from's that Which we have done, whose answer would be death Drawn on with torture.
74744GUIDERIUSThis is, sir, a doubt In such a time nothing becoming you, Nor satisfying us.
74844ARVIRAGUSIt is not likely That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes And ears so cloy'd importantly as now, That they will waste their time upon our note, To know from whence we are.
74944BELARIUSO, I am known Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And, besides, the king Hath not deserved my service nor your loves; Who find in my exile the want of breeding, The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless To have the courtesy your cradle promised, But to be still hot summer's tamings and The shrinking slaves of winter.
75044GUIDERIUSThan be so Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: I and my brother are not known; yourself So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown, Cannot be question'd.
75144ARVIRAGUSBy this sun that shines, I'll thither: what thing is it that I never Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood, But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison! Never bestrid a horse, save one that had A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel Nor iron on his heel! I am ashamed To look upon the holy sun, to have The benefit of his blest beams, remaining So long a poor unknown.
75244GUIDERIUSBy heavens, I'll go: If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, I'll take the better care, but if you will not, The hazard therefore due fall on me by The hands of Romans!
75344ARVIRAGUSSo say I. amen.
75444BELARIUSNo reason I, since of your lives you set So slight a valuation, should reserve My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys! If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads, an there I'll lie: Lead, lead. [Aside] The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn, Till it fly out and show them princes born.
755(stage directions)44[Exeunt]
756(stage directions)51[Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody handkerchief]
75751POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones, If each of you should take this course, how many Must murder wives much better than themselves For wrying but a little! O Pisanio! Every good servant does not all commands: No bond but to do just ones. Gods! if you Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never Had lived to put on this: so had you saved The noble Imogen to repent, and struck Me, wretch more worth your vengeance. But, alack, You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, To have them fall no more: you some permit To second ills with ills, each elder worse, And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift. But Imogen is your own: do your best wills, And make me blest to obey! I am brought hither Among the Italian gentry, and to fight Against my lady's kingdom: 'tis enough That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace! I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens, Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me Of these Italian weeds and suit myself As does a Briton peasant: so I'll fight Against the part I come with; so I'll die For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life Is every breath a death; and thus, unknown, Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know More valour in me than my habits show. Gods, put the strength o' the Leonati in me! To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin The fashion, less without and more within.
758(stage directions)51[Exit] [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]
75952IACHIMOThe heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, The princess of this country, and the air on't Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl, A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. If that thy gentry, Britain, go before This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds Is that we scarce are men and you are gods. [Exit] [The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is] taken: then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS]
76052BELARIUSStand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but The villany of our fears.
76152GUIDERIUS[with Arviragus] Stand, stand, and fight! [Re-enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and seconds the] Britons: they rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then re-enter LUCIUS, and IACHIMO, with IMOGEN]
76252CAIUS LUCIUSAway, boy, from the troops, and save thyself; For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such As war were hoodwink'd.
76352IACHIMO'Tis their fresh supplies.
76452CAIUS LUCIUSIt is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes Let's reinforce, or fly.
765(stage directions)52[Exeunt]
766(stage directions)53[Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and a British Lord]
76753LORDCamest thou from where they made the stand?
76853POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI did. Though you, it seems, come from the fliers.
76953LORDI did.
77053POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNo blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, But that the heavens fought: the king himself Of his wings destitute, the army broken, And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling Merely through fear; that the straight pass was damm'd With dead men hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd shame.
77153LORDWhere was this lane?
77253POSTHUMUS LEONATUSClose by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf; Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier, An honest one, I warrant; who deserved So long a breeding as his white beard came to, In doing this for's country: athwart the lane, He, with two striplings-lads more like to run The country base than to commit such slaughter With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer Than those for preservation cased, or shame-- Made good the passage; cried to those that fled, 'Our Britain s harts die flying, not our men: To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. Stand; Or we are Romans and will give you that Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save, But to look back in frown: stand, stand.' These three, Three thousand confident, in act as many-- For three performers are the file when all The rest do nothing--with this word 'Stand, stand,' Accommodated by the place, more charming With their own nobleness, which could have turn'd A distaff to a lance, gilded pale looks, Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some, turn'd coward But by example--O, a sin in war, Damn'd in the first beginners!--gan to look The way that they did, and to grin like lions Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began A stop i' the chaser, a retire, anon A rout, confusion thick; forthwith they fly Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves, The strides they victors made: and now our cowards, Like fragments in hard voyages, became The life o' the need: having found the backdoor open Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they wound! Some slain before; some dying; some their friends O'er borne i' the former wave: ten, chased by one, Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty: Those that would die or ere resist are grown The mortal bugs o' the field.
77353LORDThis was strange chance A narrow lane, an old man, and two boys.
77453POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNay, do not wonder at it: you are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't, And vent it for a mockery? Here is one: 'Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane, Preserved the Britons, was the Romans' bane.'
77553LORDNay, be not angry, sir.
77653POSTHUMUS LEONATUS'Lack, to what end? Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend; For if he'll do as he is made to do, I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too. You have put me into rhyme.
77753LORDFarewell; you're angry.
77853POSTHUMUS LEONATUSStill going? [Exit Lord] This is a lord! O noble misery, To be i' the field, and ask 'what news?' of me! To-day how many would have given their honours To have saved their carcasses! took heel to do't, And yet died too! I, in mine own woe charm'd, Could not find death where I did hear him groan, Nor feel him where he struck: being an ugly monster, 'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we That draw his knives i' the war. Well, I will find him For being now a favourer to the Briton, No more a Briton, I have resumed again The part I came in: fight I will no more, But yield me to the veriest hind that shall Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is Here made by the Roman; great the answer be Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death; On either side I come to spend my breath; Which neither here I'll keep nor bear again, But end it by some means for Imogen.
779(stage directions)53[Enter two British Captains and Soldiers]
78053FIRST CAPTAINGreat Jupiter be praised! Lucius is taken. 'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels.
78153SECOND CAPTAINThere was a fourth man, in a silly habit, That gave the affront with them.
78253FIRST CAPTAINSo 'tis reported: But none of 'em can be found. Stand! who's there?
78353POSTHUMUS LEONATUSA Roman, Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds Had answer'd him.
78453SECOND CAPTAINLay hands on him; a dog! A leg of Rome shall not return to tell What crows have peck'd them here. He brags his service As if he were of note: bring him to the king. [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]
785(stage directions)54[Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and two Gaolers]
78654FIRST GAOLERYou shall not now be stol'n, you have locks upon you; So graze as you find pasture.
78754SECOND GAOLERAy, or a stomach.
788(stage directions)54[Exeunt Gaolers]
78954POSTHUMUS LEONATUSMost welcome, bondage! for thou art away, think, to liberty: yet am I better Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity than be cured By the sure physician, death, who is the key To unbar these locks. My conscience, thou art fetter'd More than my shanks and wrists: you good gods, give me The penitent instrument to pick that bolt, Then, free for ever! Is't enough I am sorry? So children temporal fathers do appease; Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent? I cannot do it better than in gyves, Desired more than constrain'd: to satisfy, If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take No stricter render of me than my all. I know you are more clement than vile men, Who of their broken debtors take a third, A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again On their abatement: that's not my desire: For Imogen's dear life take mine; and though 'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it: 'Tween man and man they weigh not every stamp; Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: You rather mine, being yours: and so, great powers, If you will take this audit, take this life, And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen! I'll speak to thee in silence. [Sleeps] [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]
79054SICILIUS LEONATUSNo more, thou thunder-master, show Thy spite on mortal flies: With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, That thy adulteries Rates and revenges. Hath my poor boy done aught but well, Whose face I never saw? I died whilst in the womb he stay'd Attending nature's law: Whose father then, as men report Thou orphans' father art, Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him From this earth-vexing smart.
79154MOTHERLucina lent not me her aid, But took me in my throes; That from me was Posthumus ript, Came crying 'mongst his foes, A thing of pity!
79254SICILIUS LEONATUSGreat nature, like his ancestry, Moulded the stuff so fair, That he deserved the praise o' the world, As great Sicilius' heir.
79354FIRST BROTHERWhen once he was mature for man, In Britain where was he That could stand up his parallel; Or fruitful object be In eye of Imogen, that best Could deem his dignity?
79454MOTHERWith marriage wherefore was he mock'd, To be exiled, and thrown From Leonati seat, and cast From her his dearest one, Sweet Imogen?
79554SICILIUS LEONATUSWhy did you suffer Iachimo, Slight thing of Italy, To taint his nobler heart and brain With needless jealosy; And to become the geck and scorn O' th' other's villany?
79654SECOND BROTHERFor this from stiller seats we came, Our parents and us twain, That striking in our country's cause Fell bravely and were slain, Our fealty and Tenantius' right With honour to maintain.
79754FIRST BROTHERLike hardiment Posthumus hath To Cymbeline perform'd: Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods, Why hast thou thus adjourn'd The graces for his merits due, Being all to dolours turn'd?
79854SICILIUS LEONATUSThy crystal window ope; look out; No longer exercise Upon a valiant race thy harsh And potent injuries.
79954MOTHERSince, Jupiter, our son is good, Take off his miseries.
80054SICILIUS LEONATUSPeep through thy marble mansion; help; Or we poor ghosts will cry To the shining synod of the rest Against thy deity.
80154SECOND BROTHER[with First Brother] Help, Jupiter; or we appeal, And from thy justice fly. [Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting] upon an eagle: he throws a thunderbolt. The Apparitions fall on their knees]
80254JUPITERNo more, you petty spirits of region low, Offend our hearing; hush! How dare you ghosts Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know, Sky-planted batters all rebelling coasts? Poor shadows of Elysium, hence, and rest Upon your never-withering banks of flowers: Be not with mortal accidents opprest; No care of yours it is; you know 'tis ours. Whom best I love I cross; to make my gift, The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift: His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade. He shall be lord of lady Imogen, And happier much by his affliction made. This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine: and so, away: no further with your din Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline.
803(stage directions)54[Ascends]
80454SICILIUS LEONATUSHe came in thunder; his celestial breath Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle Stoop'd as to foot us: his ascension is More sweet than our blest fields: his royal bird Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak, As when his god is pleased.
80554ALLThanks, Jupiter!
80654SICILIUS LEONATUSThe marble pavement closes, he is enter'd His radiant root. Away! and, to be blest, Let us with care perform his great behest.
807(stage directions)54[The Apparitions vanish]
80854POSTHUMUS LEONATUS[Waking] Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot A father to me; and thou hast created A mother and two brothers: but, O scorn! Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born: And so I am awake. Poor wretches that depend On greatness' favour dream as I have done, Wake and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve: Many dream not to find, neither deserve, And yet are steep'd in favours: so am I, That have this golden chance and know not why. What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O rare one! Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, As good as promise. [Reads] 'When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty.' 'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen Tongue and brain not; either both or nothing; Or senseless speaking or a speaking such As sense cannot untie. Be what it is, The action of my life is like it, which I'll keep, if but for sympathy.
809(stage directions)54[Re-enter First Gaoler]
81054FIRST GAOLERCome, sir, are you ready for death?
81154POSTHUMUS LEONATUSOver-roasted rather; ready long ago.
81254FIRST GAOLERHanging is the word, sir: if you be ready for that, you are well cooked.
81354POSTHUMUS LEONATUSSo, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot.
81454FIRST GAOLERA heavy reckoning for you, sir. But the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern-bills; which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in flint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain both empty; the brain the heavier for being too light, the purse too light, being drawn of heaviness: of this contradiction you shall now be quit. O, the charity of a penny cord! It sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: your neck, sir, is pen, book and counters; so the acquittance follows.
81554POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI am merrier to die than thou art to live.
81654FIRST GAOLERIndeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache: but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for, look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.
81754POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYes, indeed do I, fellow.
81854FIRST GAOLERYour death has eyes in 's head then; I have not seen him so pictured: you must either be directed by some that take upon them to know, or do take upon yourself that which I am sure you do not know, or jump the after inquiry on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll never return to tell one.
81954POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such as wink and will not use them.
82054FIRST GAOLERWhat an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes to see the way of blindness! I am sure hanging's the way of winking.
821(stage directions)54[Enter a Messenger]
82254MESSENGERKnock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king.
82354POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThou bring'st good news; I am called to be made free.
82454FIRST GAOLERI'll be hang'd then.
82554POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead.
826(stage directions)54[Exeunt POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and Messenger]
82754FIRST GAOLERUnless a man would marry a gallows and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them too that die against their wills; so should I, if I were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good; O, there were desolation of gaolers and gallowses! I speak against my present profit, but my wish hath a preferment in 't.
828(stage directions)54[Exeunt] [Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS,] PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants]
82955CYMBELINEStand by my side, you whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart That the poor soldier that so richly fought, Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast Stepp'd before larges of proof, cannot be found: He shall be happy that can find him, if Our grace can make him so.
83055BELARIUSI never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing; Such precious deeds in one that promises nought But beggary and poor looks.
83155CYMBELINENo tidings of him?
83255PISANIOHe hath been search'd among the dead and living, But no trace of him.
83355CYMBELINETo my grief, I am The heir of his reward; [To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS] which I will add To you, the liver, heart and brain of Britain, By whom I grant she lives. 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are. Report it.
83455BELARIUSSir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen: Further to boast were neither true nor modest, Unless I add, we are honest.
83555CYMBELINEBow your knees. Arise my knights o' the battle: I create you Companions to our person and will fit you With dignities becoming your estates. [Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies] There's business in these faces. Why so sadly Greet you our victory? you look like Romans, And not o' the court of Britain.
83655CORNELIUSHail, great king! To sour your happiness, I must report The queen is dead.
83755CYMBELINEWho worse than a physician Would this report become? But I consider, By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
83855CORNELIUSWith horror, madly dying, like her life, Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd I will report, so please you: these her women Can trip me, if I err; who with wet cheeks Were present when she finish'd.
83955CYMBELINEPrithee, say.
84055CORNELIUSFirst, she confess'd she never loved you, only Affected greatness got by you, not you: Married your royalty, was wife to your place; Abhorr'd your person.
84155CYMBELINEShe alone knew this; And, but she spoke it dying, I would not Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.
84255CORNELIUSYour daughter, whom she bore in hand to love With such integrity, she did confess Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, But that her flight prevented it, she had Ta'en off by poison.
84355CYMBELINEO most delicate fiend! Who is 't can read a woman? Is there more?
84455CORNELIUSMore, sir, and worse. She did confess she had For you a mortal mineral; which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life and lingering By inches waste you: in which time she purposed, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O'ercome you with her show, and in time, When she had fitted you with her craft, to work Her son into the adoption of the crown: But, failing of her end by his strange absence, Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented The evils she hatch'd were not effected; so Despairing died.
84555CYMBELINEHeard you all this, her women?
84655FIRST LADYWe did, so please your highness.
84755CYMBELINEMine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming; it had been vicious To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! That it was folly in me, thou mayst say, And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! [Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other] Roman Prisoners, guarded; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS behind, and IMOGEN] Thou comest not, Caius, now for tribute that The Britons have razed out, though with the loss Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter Of you their captives, which ourself have granted: So think of your estate.
84855CAIUS LUCIUSConsider, sir, the chance of war: the day Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have threaten'd Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be call'd ransom, let it come: sufficeth A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer: Augustus lives to think on't: and so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat; my boy, a Briton born, Let him be ransom'd: never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, So tender over his occasions, true, So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join With my request, which I make bold your highness Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, Though he have served a Roman: save him, sir, And spare no blood beside.
84955CYMBELINEI have surely seen him: His favour is familiar to me. Boy, Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore, To say 'live, boy:' ne'er thank thy master; live: And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it; Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, The noblest ta'en.
85055IMOGENI humbly thank your highness.
85155CAIUS LUCIUSI do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; And yet I know thou wilt.
85255IMOGENNo, no: alack, There's other work in hand: I see a thing Bitter to me as death: your life, good master, Must shuffle for itself.
85355CAIUS LUCIUSThe boy disdains me, He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys That place them on the truth of girls and boys. Why stands he so perplex'd?
85455CYMBELINEWhat wouldst thou, boy? I love thee more and more: think more and more What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on? speak, Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend?
85555IMOGENHe is a Roman; no more kin to me Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer.
85655CYMBELINEWherefore eyest him so?
85755IMOGENI'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing.
85855CYMBELINEAy, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
85955IMOGENFidele, sir.
86055CYMBELINEThou'rt my good youth, my page; I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely.
861(stage directions)55[CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apart]
86255BELARIUSIs not this boy revived from death?
86355ARVIRAGUSOne sand another Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?
86455GUIDERIUSThe same dead thing alive.
86555BELARIUSPeace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear; Creatures may be alike: were 't he, I am sure He would have spoke to us.
86655GUIDERIUSBut we saw him dead.
86755BELARIUSBe silent; let's see further.
86855PISANIO[Aside]. It is my mistress: Since she is living, let the time run on To good or bad.
869(stage directions)55[CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward]
87055CYMBELINECome, stand thou by our side; Make thy demand aloud. [To IACHIMO] Sir, step you forth; Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; Or, by our greatness and the grace of it, Which is our honour, bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to him.
87155IMOGENMy boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring.
87255POSTHUMUS LEONATUS[Aside] What's that to him?
87355CYMBELINEThat diamond upon your finger, say How came it yours?
87455IACHIMOThou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
87555CYMBELINEHow! me?
87655IACHIMOI am glad to be constrain'd to utter that Which torments me to conceal. By villany I got this ring: 'twas Leonatus' jewel; Whom thou didst banish; and--which more may grieve thee, As it doth me--a nobler sir ne'er lived 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord?
87755CYMBELINEAll that belongs to this.
87855IACHIMOThat paragon, thy daughter,-- For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail to remember--Give me leave; I faint.
87955CYMBELINEMy daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength: I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will Than die ere I hear more: strive, man, and speak.
88055IACHIMOUpon a time,--unhappy was the clock That struck the hour!--it was in Rome,--accursed The mansion where!--'twas at a feast,--O, would Our viands had been poison'd, or at least Those which I heaved to head!--the good Posthumus-- What should I say? he was too good to be Where ill men were; and was the best of all Amongst the rarest of good ones,--sitting sadly, Hearing us praise our loves of Italy For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Of him that best could speak, for feature, laming The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva. Postures beyond brief nature, for condition, A shop of all the qualities that man Loves woman for, besides that hook of wiving, Fairness which strikes the eye--
88155CYMBELINEI stand on fire: Come to the matter.
88255IACHIMOAll too soon I shall, Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Posthumus, Most like a noble lord in love and one That had a royal lover, took his hint; And, not dispraising whom we praised,--therein He was as calm as virtue--he began His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, And then a mind put in't, either our brags Were crack'd of kitchen-trolls, or his description Proved us unspeaking sots.
88355CYMBELINENay, nay, to the purpose.
88455IACHIMOYour daughter's chastity--there it begins. He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams, And she alone were cold: whereat I, wretch, Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Pieces of gold 'gainst this which then he wore Upon his honour'd finger, to attain In suit the place of's bed and win this ring By hers and mine adultery. He, true knight, No lesser of her honour confident Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; And would so, had it been a carbuncle Of Phoebus' wheel, and might so safely, had it Been all the worth of's car. Away to Britain Post I in this design: well may you, sir, Remember me at court; where I was taught Of your chaste daughter the wide difference 'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'd Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain 'Gan in your duller Britain operate Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent: And, to be brief, my practise so prevail'd, That I return'd with simular proof enough To make the noble Leonatus mad, By wounding his belief in her renown With tokens thus, and thus; averting notes Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,-- O cunning, how I got it!--nay, some marks Of secret on her person, that he could not But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon-- Methinks, I see him now--
88555POSTHUMUS LEONATUS[Advancing] Ay, so thou dost, Italian fiend! Ay me, most credulous fool, Egregious murderer, thief, any thing That's due to all the villains past, in being, To come! O, give me cord, or knife, or poison, Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out For torturers ingenious: it is I That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend By being worse than they. I am Posthumus, That kill'd thy daughter:--villain-like, I lie-- That caused a lesser villain than myself, A sacrilegious thief, to do't: the temple Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself. Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain Be call'd Posthumus Leonitus; and Be villany less than 'twas! O Imogen! My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen, Imogen, Imogen!
88655IMOGENPeace, my lord; hear, hear--
88755POSTHUMUS LEONATUSShall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page, There lie thy part.
888(stage directions)55[Striking her: she falls]
88955PISANIOO, gentlemen, help! Mine and your mistress! O, my lord Posthumus! You ne'er kill'd Imogen til now. Help, help! Mine honour'd lady!
89055CYMBELINEDoes the world go round?
89155POSTHUMUS LEONATUSHow come these staggers on me?
89255PISANIOWake, my mistress!
89355CYMBELINEIf this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy.
89455PISANIOHow fares thy mistress?
89555IMOGENO, get thee from my sight; Thou gavest me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Breathe not where princes are.
89655CYMBELINEThe tune of Imogen!
89755PISANIOLady, The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if That box I gave you was not thought by me A precious thing: I had it from the queen.
89855CYMBELINENew matter still?
89955IMOGENIt poison'd me.
90055CORNELIUSO gods! I left out one thing which the queen confess'd. Which must approve thee honest: 'If Pisanio Have,' said she, 'given his mistress that confection Which I gave him for cordial, she is served As I would serve a rat.'
90155CYMBELINEWhat's this, Comelius?
90255CORNELIUSThe queen, sir, very oft importuned me To temper poisons for her, still pretending The satisfaction of her knowledge only In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs, Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose Was of more danger, did compound for her A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease The present power of life, but in short time All offices of nature should again Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it?
90355IMOGENMost like I did, for I was dead.
90455BELARIUSMy boys, There was our error.
90555GUIDERIUSThis is, sure, Fidele.
90655IMOGENWhy did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think that you are upon a rock; and now Throw me again.
907(stage directions)55[Embracing him]
90855POSTHUMUS LEONATUSHang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!
90955CYMBELINEHow now, my flesh, my child! What, makest thou me a dullard in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me?
91055IMOGEN[Kneeling] Your blessing, sir.
91155BELARIUS[To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS] Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not: You had a motive for't.
91255CYMBELINEMy tears that fall Prove holy water on thee! Imogen, Thy mother's dead.
91355IMOGENI am sorry for't, my lord.
91455CYMBELINEO, she was nought; and long of her it was That we meet here so strangely: but her son Is gone, we know not how nor where.
91555PISANIOMy lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten, Upon my lady's missing, came to me With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore, If I discover'd not which way she was gone, It was my instant death. By accident, had a feigned letter of my master's Then in my pocket; which directed him To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Which he enforced from me, away he posts With unchaste purpose and with oath to violate My lady's honour: what became of him I further know not.
91655GUIDERIUSLet me end the story: I slew him there.
91755CYMBELINEMarry, the gods forfend! I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pluck a bard sentence: prithee, valiant youth, Deny't again.
91855GUIDERIUSI have spoke it, and I did it.
91955CYMBELINEHe was a prince.
92055GUIDERIUSA most incivil one: the wrongs he did me Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me With language that would make me spurn the sea, If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; And am right glad he is not standing here To tell this tale of mine.
92155CYMBELINEI am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Endure our law: thou'rt dead.
92255IMOGENThat headless man I thought had been my lord.
92355CYMBELINEBind the offender, And take him from our presence.
92455BELARIUSStay, sir king: This man is better than the man he slew, As well descended as thyself; and hath More of thee merited than a band of Clotens Had ever scar for. [To the Guard] Let his arms alone; They were not born for bondage.
92555CYMBELINEWhy, old soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, By tasting of our wrath? How of descent As good as we?
92655ARVIRAGUSIn that he spake too far.
92755CYMBELINEAnd thou shalt die for't.
92855BELARIUSWe will die all three: But I will prove that two on's are as good As I have given out him. My sons, I must, For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, Though, haply, well for you.
92955ARVIRAGUSYour danger's ours.
93055GUIDERIUSAnd our good his.
93155BELARIUSHave at it then, by leave. Thou hadst, great king, a subject who Was call'd Belarius.
93255CYMBELINEWhat of him? he is A banish'd traitor.
93355BELARIUSHe it is that hath Assumed this age; indeed a banish'd man; I know not how a traitor.
93455CYMBELINETake him hence: The whole world shall not save him.
93555BELARIUSNot too hot: First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; And let it be confiscate all, so soon As I have received it.
93655CYMBELINENursing of my sons!
93755BELARIUSI am too blunt and saucy: here's my knee: Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir, These two young gentlemen, that call me father And think they are my sons, are none of mine; They are the issue of your loins, my liege, And blood of your begetting.
93855CYMBELINEHow! my issue!
93955BELARIUSSo sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes-- For such and so they are--these twenty years Have I train'd up: those arts they have as I Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Upon my banishment: I moved her to't, Having received the punishment before, For that which I did then: beaten for loyalty Excited me to treason: their dear loss, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Here are your sons again; and I must lose Two of the sweet'st companions in the world. The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars.
94055CYMBELINEThou weep'st, and speak'st. The service that you three have done is more Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost my children: If these be they, I know not how to wish A pair of worthier sons.
94155BELARIUSBe pleased awhile. This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus, Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand Of his queen mother, which for more probation I can with ease produce.
94255CYMBELINEGuiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; It was a mark of wonder.
94355BELARIUSThis is he; Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: It was wise nature's end in the donation, To be his evidence now.
94455CYMBELINEO, what, am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Rejoiced deliverance more. Blest pray you be, That, after this strange starting from your orbs, may reign in them now! O Imogen, Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
94555IMOGENNo, my lord; I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers, Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker you call'd me brother, When I was but your sister; I you brothers, When ye were so indeed.
94655CYMBELINEDid you e'er meet?
94755ARVIRAGUSAy, my good lord.
94855GUIDERIUSAnd at first meeting loved; Continued so, until we thought he died.
94955CORNELIUSBy the queen's dram she swallow'd.
95055CYMBELINEO rare instinct! When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgement Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in. Where? how lived You? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how first met them? Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, And your three motives to the battle, with I know not how much more, should be demanded; And all the other by-dependencies, From chance to chance: but nor the time nor place Will serve our long inter'gatories. See, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye On him, her brother, me, her master, hitting Each object with a joy: the counterchange Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. [To BELARIUS] Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever.
95155IMOGENYou are my father too, and did relieve me, To see this gracious season.
95255CYMBELINEAll o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort.
95355IMOGENMy good master, I will yet do you service.
95455CAIUS LUCIUSHappy be you!
95555CYMBELINEThe forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becomed this place, and graced The thankings of a king.
95655POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI am, sir, The soldier that did company these three In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he, Speak, Iachimo: I had you down and might Have made you finish.
95755IACHIMO[Kneeling] I am down again: But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you, Which I so often owe: but your ring first; And here the bracelet of the truest princess That ever swore her faith.
95855POSTHUMUS LEONATUSKneel not to me: The power that I have on you is, to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you: live, And deal with others better.
95955CYMBELINENobly doom'd! We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Pardon's the word to all.
96055ARVIRAGUSYou holp us, sir, As you did mean indeed to be our brother; Joy'd are we that you are.
96155POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYour servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome, Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, methought Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found This label on my bosom; whose containing Is so from sense in hardness, that I can Make no collection of it: let him show His skill in the construction.
96255CAIUS LUCIUSPhilarmonus!
96355SOOTHSAYERHere, my good lord.
96455CAIUS LUCIUSRead, and declare the meaning.
96555SOOTHSAYER[Reads] 'When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty.' Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leonatus, doth import so much. [To CYMBELINE] The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, Which we call 'mollis aer;' and 'mollis aer' We term it 'mulier:' which 'mulier' I divine Is this most constant wife; who, even now, Answering the letter of the oracle, Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about With this most tender air.
96655CYMBELINEThis hath some seeming.
96755SOOTHSAYERThe lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stol'n, For many years thought dead, are now revived, To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty.
96855CYMBELINEWell My peace we will begin. And, Caius Lucius, Although the victor, we submit to Caesar, And to the Roman empire; promising To pay our wonted tribute, from the which We were dissuaded by our wicked queen; Whom heavens, in justice, both on her and hers, Have laid most heavy hand.
96955SOOTHSAYERThe fingers of the powers above do tune The harmony of this peace. The vision Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant Is full accomplish'd; for the Roman eagle, From south to west on wing soaring aloft, Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle, The imperial Caesar, should again unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Which shines here in the west.
97055CYMBELINELaud we the gods; And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our blest altars. Publish we this peace To all our subjects. Set we forward: let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together: so through Lud's-town march: And in the temple of great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts. Set on there! Never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.
971(stage directions)55[Exeunt]

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