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Gui. Fear no more the lightning flash,
After your will, have cross'd the sea : attending Arv, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash;
They are here in readiness. Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
But what from Romo Both. All lovers young, all lovers must
Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the continers, Consign2 to thee, and come to dust.
And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits,
That promise noble service: and they come Gui. No exorciser harm thee!!
Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Sienna's brother. Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
When expect you them? Irv. Nothing ill come near thee!
Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind. Both. Quiet consummation huve;
This forwardnese And renowned be thy grave!
Makes our hopes fair. Command, our preseni
numbers Re-enter BELARIUS, with the Body of CLOTEN. Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, sir, Gui. We have done our obsequies: Come, lay What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur
him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers, but about midnight,
Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a
vision: more: The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, I fast, and pray’d, for their intelligence:) Thus:Are strewings titt'st for graves. — Upon their
saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd faces :
From the spongy south to this part of the west, You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so
There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which porten is These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.-|(Unless my sins abuse my divination)
Success to the Roman host. Come on, away: a part, upon our knees.
Dream often so,
And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is here,
It was a worthy building:-How! a page!-
Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather: which is the way?-I thank you.
With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.
Let's see the boy's face.
He is alive, my lord.
Luc. He'll then instruct us of this bodyI have gone all night :-Faith, I'll lie down and
Young one, sleep. Put, soft, no bedfellow :-0, gods and goddesses !
Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems,
They crave to be demanded: Who is this,
That, otherwise than noble nature did,
Hath' alter'd that good picture? What's thy in.
terest And cook to honest creatures: But 'tis not so; 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing.
In this sad wreck ? How came it? Who is it? Which the brain makes of tumes: Our very eyes
What art thou? Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
I am nothing: or, if not, faith, I tremble still with fear: But if there be
A very valiant Britain, and a good,
That here by mountaineers lies slain :--Alas! Yet lett in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
There are no more such masters: I may wander The dream's here still : even when I wake, it is
From east to occident, cry out for service, Without me, as within me; not imagin’d, felt.
Try many, all good, serve truly, never
Find such another master. A headless man !--The garments of Posthumus!
'Lack, good youth! I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh:
Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than The brawns of Hercules; but his Jovial5 face
Thy master in bleeding : Say his name, good friend. Murder in heaven? -- How? — 'Tis gone. · Pisa
Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope nio, All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
[Aside. And inine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
They'll pardon it.-Say you, sir?
Luc. Conspir'd with that irregulouso devil, Cloten,
Thy name? Imo.
Fidele. Hast here cut off my lord.--To write, and read,
Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: Be henceforth treacherous. Damn'd Pisanio, Hath with his forged letters,-damn'd Pisanio
Thy name well tits thy faith; thy faith, thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say, From this most bravest vessel of the world
Thou shalt be so well masterd; but, be sure, Struck the main-top!--O, Posthumus! alas, Where is thy head! where's that? Ah me! where's Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, that?
Than ihine own worth, prefer thee: Go with me. Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, And lett this head on.-How should this be? Pi
Imo. I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the
gods, sanio? 'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them
I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, preg. With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd
As these poor pickaxess can dig: and when nant !7 The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious And on it said a century of prayers,
his grave, And cordial to me, have I not found it
Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh; Murd'rous to the senses? That confirms it home: This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: 0!
And, leaving so his service, follow you,
So please you entertain me. Give color to my pale cheek with thy blood,
Luc. That we the horrider may seem to those
Ay, good youth; Which chance to find us: 0, my lord, my lord !
And rather father thee, than master thee.
My friends, Enter Lucius, a Captain, and other Officers, and The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us
Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can, a Soothsayer.
And make him with our pikes and partizans Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, A grave: Come, arm him.- Boy, he is preferr'd * Judgment.
a Seal the same contract. By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd, . This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes : pely
4 An arrow
Some falls are means the happier ty arise. "A face like Jore's. . Lawless, licentious.
( Exeunt. Ti.6. "Tis a ready apposite conclusion,
• Her fingert.
SCENE III.-A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.
Arv. What pleasure, sir, tind we in life, to lock it
From action and adventure ?
Nay, what hope Cym. Again; and bring me word how 'tis with Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans her.
Must or for Britons slay us; or receive us A fever with the absence of her son;
For barbarous and unnatural revolts A madness, of which her life's in danger :- During their use, and slay us after. Heavens,
Sons, How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, We'll higher to the mountains; there secure Cs 'The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen To the king's party there's no going: newness Upon a desperate bed; and in a time
of Cloten's death (we being not known, not muster's When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, Among the bands),may drive us to a renderá So needful for this present: It strikes me, past Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us The hope of comfort.-But for thee, fellow, That which we've done, whose answer would be Who needs must know of her departure, and
death Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee Drawn on with torture. By a sharp torture.
This is, sir, a doubt, Pis. Sir, my life is yours:
In such a time, nothing becoming you, Thumbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, Nor satisfying us. ( nothing know where she remains, why gone, Arv.
It is not likely, Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your That when they hear the Roman horses neiga, highness,
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes Hold me your loyal servant.
And ears so cloy'd importantly as now, 1 Lord.
Good my liege, That they will waste their time upon our note, The day that she was missing, he was here: To know from whence we are. I dare be bound he's true, and shall perform
0, I am known All parts of his subjection loyally.
Of many in the army: many years, For Cloten,
Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wote There wants no diligence in seeking him,
him And will, no doubt, be found.
From my remembrance. And, besides, the king Cym.
The time's troublesome : Hath noi deserv'd my service, nor your loves; We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Who tind in my exile the want of breeding,
(To Pisanio. The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless Does yet depend.
To have the courtesy your cradle proms'd, 1 Lord.
So please your majesty, But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and
Than be so, Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate seni.
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: Cym. Now for the counsel of my son and queen!- I and my brother are not known; yourseli, I am amaz'd with matter.9
So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown, 1 Lord.
Good my liege, Cannot be question'd. Your preparation can affront' no less
By this sun that shines, Than what you hear of: come more, for more i'll thither: What thing is il, that I never you're ready:
Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood, 'The want is, but to put those powers in motion, But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ! That long to move.
Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had Cym.
I thank you : Let's withdraw; A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
To look upon the holy sun, to have
Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since So long a poor unknown.
By heavens, I'll go: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, To yield me often tidings: Neither know I
I'll take the better care; but if you will not, What is betid to Cloten; but remain
The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
So say I; Amen.
[Exit. If in your country wars you chance to die, SCENE IV.-Before the Cave.
That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie:
Lead, lead. - The time seems long; their bloud Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Aside. Gui. The noise is round about us.
Till it fly out, and show them princes born. Bel. Let us from it.
SCENE 1.-A Field between the British and Ro- | Had hvid to put on? this: so bad you savd man Camps.
The noble Imogen to repent; and struck Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody Handkerchief.
Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But
alack, Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for 1 You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, wish'd
To have them fall no more: you some permit Thou shouldst be color'd thus. You married ones, To second ills with ills, each elder worse; If each of you would take this course, how many And make them dread it to the door's thrift. Must murder wives much better than themselves, But Imogen is your own: Do you best w 1]s, For wrying3 but a little-0, Pisanio!
And make me bless'd to obey !-I am brougnt Every good servant does not all commands:
hither No bond, but to do just ones.--Gods! if you Among the Italian gentry, and to fight Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis "nough > Confounded by a variety of business. 1 Encounter.
1 An account. Notice. • Deviating from the right way. • Nuticing us.
? Lucite, instigata
That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace! Our Britain's harts die flying, not our men:
Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may save. As does a Briton peasant: so I'll tight.
But to look back in frown: stand, stand. These Against the part i come with; so l'll die
The rest do nothing,) with this word, Stand, stand Myselil'll dedicate. Let me make men know Accommodated by the place, more charming, More valor in me, than my habits sbow.
With their own nobleness,(which could have turu's Gods, put the strength o' the Leonati in me! A distaff to a lance,) gilded pale looks, To shame the guire o' the world, I will begin Part, shame, part, spirit renew'd; that some turn's! The fashion, less without, and more within. [Exit.
But by example, (0, a sin in war
Damn'd in the first beginners!) 'gan to look
The way that they did, and to grin like lions Army; at the other side, the British Army; Upon the pikes of the hunters. Then began LEONATUS POSTHUMCS following it, like a poor
A stop i' the chaser, a retire; anon, Sllier. They march over, and go out. Alarums.
A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith they fly, Then enter ugain in skirmish. IACHIMO and Post: Chickens, the way which they stoop’deagles; slaves, HOMOS; he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachimo, The strides they victors made: and now our cowardi and then leaves him.
(Like fragments in hard voyages) became
The life o' the need; having found the back-door lach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
open Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady,
Ofthe unguarded hearts, heavens, how they wound! The princess of this country, and the air on't
Some, slain before; some, dying;some, their friends Revengingly enfeebles me; Or could this carl, O'erborne i' the former wave: ten, chased by one, A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me,
Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty: In my profession? Knighthoods and honors, borne Those, that would die or ere resist, are grown As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
The mortal bugs- o' the field. If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
This was strange chance! This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds
A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys! Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods. (Exit.
Post. Nay, do not wonder at it: You are made The Batlle continues, the Britons fly; CYMBELINE
Rather to wonder at the things you hear, is taken: then enter to his rescue, BELARIUS,
Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't, GUIDERICS, and ARVIRAGUS.
And vent it for mockery?. Here is one:
Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane, Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of
Preserv'it the Britons, was the Romans' lane. the ground;
Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir. The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but
'Lack, to what end? The villany of our fears.
Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend : Gui. Arr.
Stand, stand, and fight! For if he'll do, as he is made to do. Enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons. They! I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too. rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then enter
You have put me into rhyrne. LUCICS, LACHIMU, und IMOGEN.
Farewell, you are angry:
[Erit. Lic. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thy
Post. Still going? - This is a lord! O noble selt:
misery! For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such
To be i' the field, and ask, what news of me! As war were hood-wink'd. Inch. 'Tis their fresh supplies. To have say'd their carcasses ? took heels to do't,
To-day, how many would given their honors Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: or betines
And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charm’d, Let's reinforce, or ily.
[Exeunt. Could not find death, where I did hear him groan,
Nor feel him where he struck: Being an ugly SCENE III.- Another Part of the Field.
monster, Enter POSTHUMUS and a British Lord. 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,
Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the
That draw his knives i' the war.-Well, I will find stand?
For being now a favorer to the Roman,
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 of his wings destitute, the army broken,
Here made by the Roman ; great the answer be And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying
Britons must take: For me, my ransom's death; Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted,
On either side I come to spend my breath; Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work | Which neither here I'll keep, nor bear again, More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down
But end it by some means for Imogen.
Enter two British Captains, and Soldiers. damm'd9
1 Cap. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is taken: With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living 'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels. To die with lengthen'd shame.
2 Cap. There vas a fourth man, in a silly habit. Lord. Where was this lane ?
That gave the affront3 with them. Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd and wall'd
So 'tis reported: with turf;
But none of them can be found.-Stand! who is Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,
there? An honest one, I warrant; who deserv'd
Post. A Roman; So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds In doing this for his country ;-athwart the lane, Had answered him. He, with two striplings, (lads more like to run
Lay hands on him; a dog! The country base,' than to commit such slaughter; A leg of Rome shall not return to tell With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer
What crows have peck'd them here: He brags his Than those for preservation cased, or shame,)
service Made good the passage; cry'd to those that fled, As if he were of note; bring him to the king. • Clown.
• Blocked up.
Enter CYMBELINE, attended; BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, "A country game called prison bars, vulgarly prison- ARVIRAGUS, P18ANIO, and Roman Captives. The
2 Сар. :
Captains present Posthumts to CYMBELINE, who 2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came, delivers him over to a Gaoler: after which, all Our parents, and us twain,
That, striking in our country's caust
Fell bravely, and were slain;
Our fealty, and Tenantius' right,
With honor to maintain. 1 Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you have 1 Bro. Like hardiment, Posthumus hath locks upon you;
To Cymbeline perform’d: So, graze, as you find pasture.
Then Jupiter, thou king of gods, 2 Guol.
Ay, or a stomach.
Why hast thou thus adjourn'd
( Exeunt Gaolers. The graces for his merits due; Post. Most welcome bondage! for thou art a way, Being all to dolors turn'd! I think, to liberty: Yet I am better
Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out;
Upon a valiant race, thy harsh
And potent injuries. To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good, fetter'd
Take off his miseries. More than my shanks, and wrists: You good gods, Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion: help! give me
Or we poor ghosts will cry The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt,
To the shining synod of the rest, Then free for ever! Is't enough, I am sorry ?
Against thy deity. So children temporal fathers do appease ;
2 Bro. Help, Júpiter, or we appeal, Gods are inore full of mercy. Must I repent?
And from thy justice fiy.
JUPITER descends in Thunder and Lightning, sil. If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take
ting upon an Eagle; he throws a Thunderbolt. No stricter render of me than my all.
The Ghosts fall on their knees. I know, you are more clement than vile men, Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region low, Who of iheir broken debtors take a third,
Offend our hearing: hush !-How dare you, A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again
ghosts, On their abatement; that's not my desire :
Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know, For Imogen's dear life, take mine; and though Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts! 'Tis not so dear, yet 'tís a life; you coin'd it: Poor'shadows of Elysium, hence, and rest "Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp; Upon your never-withering banks of flowers • Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: Be not with mortal accidents opprest; You rather mine, being yours: And so, great powers, No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours If you will take this audit, take this lite,
Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift, And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen!
The more delay'd, delighted. Be content: l'll speak to thee in silence.
(He sleeps. Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift:
His comforts thrive, his trials weli are spent. Solemn Music. Enter, as an Apparition, SICILIUS
Our jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in LEONATUS, Father to Posthumus, an old Mun, attired like a Warrior; leading in his Hand an
Our temple was he married.--Rise, and fade!
He shall be lord of lady Imogen, ancient Matron, his Wife, and Mother to PostHUMUS, with Music before them. Then, after this tablet lay upon his breast; wherein
And happier much by his affliction made. other Music, follow the two young Leonati, Brothers to POSTHUMUS, with wounds, as they died in
Our pleasure his full fortune doth contine; the Wars. They circle POSTHUMUS round, as he
And so, away: no further with your din lies sleeping.
Express impatience, lest you stir up mine.
Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline. Ascends Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, show,
Sici. He came in thunder: his celestial breath Thy spite on mortal tlies:
Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle
Stoop'd as to foot us: his ascension is
More sweet than our bless'd fields: his royal bird
Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, Hath my poor boy done aught but well,
As when his god is pleas'd.
Thanks, Jupiter!! J died whilst in the womb he stay'd,
Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd Attending Nature's law.
His radiant root :- Away! and to be blest,
Let us with care perform his great behest.
(Ghosts tanish Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him Post. (Waking:] Sleep, thou hasi been a grande From this earth-vexing smart.
sire, and begot Moth. Lucina lent not me her aid,
A father to me: and thou hast created
A mother and two brothers: But (O scorn!) That from me was Posthumus ript,
Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born. Came crying ’mongst his foes,
And so I am awake.--Poor wretches that depend A thing of pity!
On greatness' favor, dream, as I have done; Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,
Wake, and find nothing.-But, alas, I s'rerve: Moulded the stuff so fair,
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep'd in favors; so am I,
That have this golden chance, and know not why.1 Bro. When once he was mature for man, What fairies haunt this ground? A book! 0. raro In Britain where was he
one! That could stand up his parallel ;
Be not, as in 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 sha!!, to himselt From Leonati' seat, and cast
unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced From her his dearest one,
by a piece of tender air ; and when from urately Sweet Imogen?
cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being Sici. Why did you suffer Iachimo,
dead many years, shall after rerire, be jointed Slight thing of Italy,
to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall To taint his nobler heart and brain,
Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fo tunatt With needless jealousy ;
and flourish in peace and plenty. And to become the gecki and scorn
'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as ma imen O'the other's villany?
Tongue, and brain not either both, or noil ing: • Fetters.
• The fool. Or senseless speaking, or a speaking sura
As sense cannot untie Be what it is,
The heir of his reward; which I will add The action of my life is like it, which
To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, I'll keep, if but for sympathy.
[ To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUA Re-enter Gaolers.
By whom, I grant, she lives : 'Tis now the time
To ask of whence you are :-report it. Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death?
Sir. Post. Over-roasted rather : ready, long ago. In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen: Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir; if you be ready Further to boast, were neither true nor modes', for that, you are well cooked.
Unless I add, we are honest. Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spec- Cym.
Bow your knees; lators, the dish pays the shot.
Arise, my knights o' the battle: I create you Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir: But the
Companions to our person, and will fit you comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, With dignities becoming your estates. fear no more tavern bills; which are otten the sadJess of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you
Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies. come in taint for want of meat, depart reeling with There's business in these faces.-Why so sadly too much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, Greet you our victory? You look like Romans, and sorry that you are paid too much; purse and And not o' the court of Britain. brain both empty: the brain the heavier for being
Hail, great king. too light, the purse too light, being drawn of heavi. To sour your happiness, I must report ness: 0! of this contradiction you shall now be The queen is dead. quit.-0 the charity of a penny cord! it sums up Cym.
Whom worse than a physir.ar thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and
Would this report become? But I consider, creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the By medicine líte may be prolong’d, yet death discharge :-Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and coun- Will seize the doctor, too.-How ended she? ters, so the acquittance follows.
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; Post. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live.
Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the Most cruel to herselt.-What she contess'd, tooth-ache. Bút a man that were to sleep your I will report, so please you: These her women sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, I Can trip me, if I err; who, with wet cheeks, he would change places with his officer: for, look
Were present when she finish'd. you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.
Prythee, say. Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.
Cor. First, she confess'd she never lov'd you; only Gaol. Your death has' eyes in's head, then; I Affected greatness got by you, not you ; have not seen him so pictured: you must either be Married your royalty, was wile to your place; directed by some that take upon them to know; or Abhorr'd your person. take upon yourself that which I am sure you do Cym.
She alone knew this: not know; or jumps the after-inquiry on your own And, but she spoke it dying, I would not peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed. end, I think you'll never return to tell one.
Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want
love eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such
With such integrity, she did confess as wink, and will not use them.
Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, Gool. What an intinite mock is this, that a man
But that her tight prevented it, she had
O most delicate fiend!
Who is't can read a woman?- Is there more?
Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did contess, she Mess. Knock off his manacles; bring your pri
had soner to the king.
For you a mortal mineral; which, being took, Post. Thou bringest good news;-I am called to Should by the minute teed on lite, and, ling'ring, be made free.
By inches waste you: In which time she purpos’d, Gaol. I'll be banged then.
By watching, weeping, 'tendance, kissing, to Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler ; no O'ercome you with her show: yes, and in time, bolts for the dead.
(When she had titted you with her craft,) to work [Exeunt POSTHUMUS and Messenger. Her son into the adoption of the crown. Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and But failing of her end by his strange absence, beset young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Grew shameless desperate; open'd, in despite Yet, on my conscience, there are verier knaves de- Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented sire to live, for all he be a Roman: and there be The evils she hatch'd were not eilected : so, some of them too, that die against their wills ; so
Despairing, died. should I, if I were one. I would we were all of
Heard you all this, her women? one mind, and one mind good; 0, there were de- Lady. We did so, please your highness. solation of gaolers, and gallowses! I speak against Сут. ny present profit; but my wish hath a preferment Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; in't.
(Exeunt. | Mine ears, that heard her tlattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming: it had been SCENE V.-Cymbeline's Tent.
vicious, Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERICS, ARVIRA- To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! GUS, PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants. That it was folly in me, thou may'st say, Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods
And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! have made
Enter Lucius, IACHIYO, the Soothsayer, and other Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart, That the poor soldier, that so richly fought,
Roman Prisoners, guarded; Posthumus behind,
and IMOGEN. Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute; that
breast Stepp'd before targes of proof, cannot be found :
The Britons have razed out, though with the luss He shall be happy that can find him, if
Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made
suit Our grace can make him so. Bel.
I never saw
That their good souls maybe appeas'dwithslaughter Such noble fury in so poor a thing;
Of you their captives, which ourself have granted Such precious deeds in one that promisd nought
So, think of your estate. But beggary and poor looks.
Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Cym.
No tidings of him?
Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead and
We should not, when the blood was cool, have living,
threaten'd But no trace of him.
Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods ('ym. To my grief I am
Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives
May be call'd ransom, let it come: sutliceth, • Ilazard
Forward. . Target, shield. A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer: