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O temperance, lady! Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir; If idle talk will once be necessary,

I'll not sleep neither: This mortal house I'll ruin,
Do Cæsar what he can. Know, sir, that I
Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court;
Nor once be chastis'd with the sober eye
Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up,
And show me to the shouting varletry9
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring! rather make
My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
And hang me up in chains!

Pro.

You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall Find cause in Cæsar.

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If you'll employ me to him.

Cleo.

Say, I would die. [Exeunt PROCULEIUS and Soldiers. Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? Cleo. I cannot tell. Dol.

Assuredly, you know me. Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard or known. You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams, Is't not your trick?

Dol.

I understand not, madam. Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;

O, such another sleep, that I might see

But such another man!

Dol.

If it might please you,Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and therein

stuck

A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and

lighted

The little O, the earth.

Dol.

Most sovereign creature,Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands

were

As plates2 dropp'd from his pocket.

Dol.

Cleopatra.Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such

a man

As this I dream'd of?
Dol.

Gentle madam, no.
Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
But, if there be, or ever were one such,
It's past the size of dreaming: Nature wants stuff
To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine
An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy
Condemning shadows quite.

Dol. Hear me, good madam: Your loss is as yourself, great: and you bear it As answering to the weight: Would I might never 'er'ake pursued success, but I do feel, By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots My very heart at root.

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1 Crush.

Silver money.

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Cleo.

Sole sir o' the world, I cannot project3 mine own cause so well To make it clear; but do confess, I have Been laden with like frailties, which before Have often shamed our sex.

Cæs.

Cleopatra, know, We will extenuate rather than enforce: If you apply yourself to our intents, (Which towards you are most gentle,) you shall find A benefit in this change; but if you seek To lay on me a cruelty, by taking Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself Of my good purposes, and put your children To that destruction which I'll guard them from, If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.

Cleo. And may, through all the world: 'tis yours;

and we

Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, shall Hang in what place you please. Here, my good

lord.

Cæs. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels, I am possess'd of: 'tis exactly valued:

No petty things admitted.-Where's Seleucus?
Sel. Here, madam.

Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, my lord, Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd

To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
Sel. Madam,

Speak that which is not.
I had rather seel4 my lips, than, to my peril,

Cleo.
What have I kept back?
Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made
known.

Cæs. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra; I approve

Your wisdom in the deed.

Cleo. See, Cæsar! O, behold, How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Even make me wild :-O slave, of no more trust Than love that's hired!-What, goest thou back?

thou shalt

Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes, Though they had wings: Slave, soulless villain,dog! O rarely base!

Shape or form.

• Common.

Cæs.
Good queen, let us entreat you.
Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shame is this;
That thou, vouchsating here to visit me,
Doing the honor of thy lordliness

To one so meek, that mine own servant should
Parcel the sum of my disgraces by
That I some lady trifles have reserv'd,
Addition of his envy! Say, good Cæsar,
Immoment toys, things of such dignity
As we greet modern friends withal: and say,
Some nobler token I have kept apart
For Livia, and Octavia, to induce
Their mediation; must I be unfolded
With one that I have bred? The gods! It smites me
Beneath the fall I have. Pr'ythee, go hence;
[To SELEUCUS.
Add to.
Cæsar's wife

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I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.-Wert thou a

man, Thou wouldst have mercy on me. Cas. Forbear, Seleucus. [Exit SELEUCUs. leo. Be it known, that we, the greatest, are misthought

For things that others do; and, when we fall,
We answer others' merits in our name,
Are therefore to be pitied.

Cæs.

Cleopatra,

Not what you have reserv'd,nor what acknowledg'd,
Put we i' the roll of conquest: still be it yours,
Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,
Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you
Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd;
Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear

queen;

For we intend so to dispose you, as
Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep:
Our care and pity is so much upon you,
That we remain your friend; And so, adieu.
Cleo. My master, and lord!
my
Cæs.
Not so: Adieu.
[Exeunt CESAR and his Train.
Cleo. He words ine, girls, he words me, that I
should not

Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian.
[Whispers CHARMIAN.
Iras. Finish, good lady; the bright day is done,
And we are for the dark.

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Dol. Where is the queen?
Char.
Cleo.

Behold, sir. [Exit CHARMIAN.
Dolabella?

Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Which my love makes religion to obey,
I tell you this: Cæsar through Syria
Intends his journey; and, within three days,
You with your children will he send before:
Make your best use of this: I have perform'd
Your pleasure and my promise.

Cleo.

Dolabella,

I shall remain your debtor.
Dol.
I your servant.
Adieu, good queen; I must attend on Cæsar.
Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. [Exit DoL.] Now,
Iras, what think'st thou!
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
In Rome, as well as 1: mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
And fore'd to drink their vapor.

Iras.

The gods forbid!
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras: Saucy lictors
Will catch at us, like strumpets: and scald rhymers
Ballad us out o' tune: the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Our Alexandrian revels; Antony

Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy9 my greatness
I' the posture of a whore.

Iras.
O the good gods!
Cleo. Nay, that is certain.
Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.

Cleo. Why, that's the way To fool their preparation, and to conquer Their most absurd intents.-Now, Charmian ?— Enter CHARMIAN.

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That will not be denied your highness' presence; He brings you figs.

Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument [Exit Guard May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. My resolution's placed, and I have nothing Of woman in me: Now from head to foot I am marble-constant. now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.

Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a Basket.
Guard.
This is the man.

Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. [Exit Guard.
Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
That kills and pains not?

Clown. Truly I have him: but I would not be the party that should desire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those, that do die of it, do

seldom or never recover.

Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on't? Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very honest woman, but something given to lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: how she died of the biting of it, what pains she felt,-Truly, she makes a very good report o' the worm. But he that will believe all that they say, shall never be saved by half that they do: But this is most fallible, the worm's an odd worm.

Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell.
Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm.

Cleo. Farewell. [Clown sets down the Basket. Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.

Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell.

Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted, but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there is no goodness in the worm.

Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded. Clown. Very good: give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.

Cleo. Will it eat me?

Clown. You must not think I am so simple, bu I know the devil himself will not eat a woman: I know, that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women; for in every ten that they make, the devils mar tive. Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell. Clown. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy of the [Exit.

worm.

Re-enter IRAS, with a Robe, Crown, &c.
Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
Immortal longings in me: Now no more
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:-
Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks, I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself

To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men
To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am fire, and air; my other elements
I give to baser life.-So,-have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind Charmian;-Iras, long farewell.
[Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies
Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall!
If thou and nature can so gently part,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still!
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
It is not worth leave-taking.

Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may

say,

The gods themselves do weep!

Cleo.

This proves me base: If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss. Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal wretch. [To the Asp, which she applies to her Breast. With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool, Be angry and despatch. O, couldst thou speak! That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass Unpolicied!3 Char. Cleo.

O eastern star!

Peace, peace!

Act according to his nature. Unpolitic, to leave me to myself.

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Cæs. Bravest at the last She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal, Took her own way.-The manner of their deaths? I do not see them bleed. Dol. Who was last with them? 1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her figs: This was his basket.

Cæs.

Poison'd, then.

1 Guard. O Cæsar, This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake, I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood, And on the sudden dropp'd.

Enter CESAR and Attendants. Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer; That you did fear, is done.

Cæs.

O noble weakness! If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould app car By external swelling: but she looks like sleep As she would catch another Antony In her strong toil of grace.

Dol. Here, on her breast, There is a vent of blood, and something blown: The like is on her arm.

1 Guard. This is an aspic's trail: and these figleaves

Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves Upon the caves of Nile.

Cæs.

Most probable,

That so she died; for her physician tells me,
She hath pursued conclusions infinite
Of easy ways to die.-Take up her bed;
And bear her women from the monument:-
She shall be buried by her Antony:
No grave upon the earth shall clips in it
A pair so famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them; and their story is
No less in pity than his glory, which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall.
In solemn show, attend this funeral;
And then to Rome.-Come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great solemnity.

Graceful appearance.

[Exeunt Enfold.

CYMBELINE.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

CYMBELINE, King of Britain.
CLOTEN, Son to the Queen by a former Husband.
LEONATUS I OSTHUMUS, a Gentleman, Husband to
Imogen.
BELARIUS, a banished Lord, disguised under the
name of MORGAN.

Sons to Cymbeline, disguised under GUIDERIUS, the Names of POLYDORE and CADARVIRAGUS, WAL, supposed Sons to Belarius.

PHILARIO, Friend to Posthumus,

Italians.

IACHIMO, Friend to Philario,
A French Gentleman, Friend to Philario.
CAIUS LUCIUS, General of the Roman Forces.
A Roman Captain.

SCENE, sometimes in Britain; sometimes in Italy.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns: our bloods!

ACT I.

SCENE I.-Britain. The Garden behind Cymbe- | Against the Romans, with Cassibelan :

line's Palace.

No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers;
Still seem, as does the king's.

2 Gent.

But what's the matter? 1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his kingdom, whom

He purpos'd 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.

2 Gent.

None but the king?

1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, That most desir'd the match: But not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.

2 Gent.

And why so?

1 Gent. He 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.

2 Gent.

You speak him far.2

1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly.3

2 Gent. What's his name, and birth?

Two British Captains.
PISANIO, Servant to Posthumus.
CORNELIUS, a Physician.
Two Gentlemen.
Two Gaolers.

1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honor,

QUEEN, Wife to Cymbeline.

IMOGEN, Daughter to Cymbeline, by a forme
Queen.
HELEN, Woman to Imogen.

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Appa ritions, u Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Cap tains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.

Inclination, natural disposition.

ai. e. You praise him extensively.

My praise, however extensive, is within his merit.

But had his titles by Tenantius, whom
He serv'd with glory and admir'd 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, deceas'd
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe
To his protection; calls him Posthumus;
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber:
Puts him to 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 his spring became a harvest: Liv'd in court
(Which rare it is to do) most prais'd, most lov'd:
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.

2 Gent.
Even out of your report.
Is she sole child to the king?
1 Gent.
His 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

I honor him

But, 'pray you, tell me,

Were stolen and to this hour, no guess in know. ledge

Which way they went.

2 Gent.

How long is this ago?

1 Gent. Some twenty years.

2 Gent. That a king's children should be so con vey'd !

So slackly guarded! And the search so slow,
That could not trace then !

The father of Cymbeline.

Formed their manners.

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[Exit.
Post.
Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow: Adieu!
Imo. Nay, 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.

Post. How! how! another?You gentle gods, give me but this I have, And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death!-Remain thou here [Putting on the Ring. While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To your so intinite 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.

[Putting a Bracelet on her Arm. O, the gods!

Imo. When shall we see again?

Enter CYMBELINE and Lords.
Alack, the king!

Post.

m. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight!

f. after this command, thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness, thou diest: Away! Thou art poison to my blood.

Close up.

Post.

The gods protect you And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. Imo.

Fill.

[Ex There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.

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Re-enter QUEEN.

Cym. Thou foolish thing!They were again together: you have done [To the QUEEN Not after our command. Away with her, And pen her up. Queen. 'Beseech your patience:-Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace:-Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some

comfort

Out of your best advice.2

Cym.

A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
Nay, let her languish
Die of this folly.

[Exit.

Enter PISANIO.

Queen. Fye!-you must give way: Here is your servant.-How now, sir! What news? Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. Queen.

Ha!

No harm, I trust, is done?

Pis.

There 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.

Queen.

I am very glad on't.

Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.

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