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The boy disdains me.
What wouldst thou, boy?
Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend?
Wherefore ey'st him so?
Gui. The same dead thing alive.
Bel. Peace, peace! see further, he eyes us not;
Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure
It is my mistress:
Since she is living, let the time run on,
[CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. Cym. Come, stand thou by our side; Make thy demand aloud.-Sir, [To IACH.] step you forth;
Give answer to this boy, and do it freely:
Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring.
As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd
Cym. All that belongs to this.
That paragon, thy daughte:
I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will,
(What should I say? he was too good to be
I stand on fire:
Come to the matter.
All too soon I shall, Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly.-This Posthúmus
(Most like a noble lord in love, and one
His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being
And then a mind put in't, either our brags
Nay, nay, to the purpose
In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring
What's that to him?
Ay, so thou dost
Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.3
grieve thee, Ready, dexterous.
2 Sink into dejection.
Not only the temple of virtue, but virtue he self
It poison'd me. Cor. O 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 a cordial, she is serv'd As I would serve a rat.
What's this, Cornelius? Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd 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? Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead. Bel.
There was our error.
This is sure, Fidele. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? Think, that you are upon a rock; and now Throw me again. [Embracing him. Hang there like fruit, my soul,
you not; You had a motive for't.
[To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. Cym. My tears that fall, Prove holy-water on thee! Imogen, Thy mother's dead.
Imo. I am sorry for't, my lord. Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it was, That we meet here so strangely: But her son Is gone, we know not how nor where.
My lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Cloten, Upon my lady's missing, came to me With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and
If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
Let me end the story:
I slew him there.
Marry, the gods forefend !5
I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Gui. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did me
I am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and mut Endure our law: Thou art dead.
That headless man
I thought had been my lord.
Stay, sir king:
[To the Guard.
They were not born for bondage.
Your danger is
Gui. And our good his.
Have at it, then.By leave:-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Was call'd Belarius. Cym.
What of him? he is
A banish'd traitor.
Not too hot
Nursing of my sons?
Bel. I 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.
How! my issue'
Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd Your pleasure was my mere offence,my punishmat 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 mov'd her to't: Having receiv'd 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.
Thou 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 pan of worthier sons.
O, what am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Rejoiced deliverance more:-Bless'd may you be, That, after this strange starting from your orbs, You may reign in them now!-O Imogen, Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
No, my lord; I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brother, 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 you were so indeed.
Did you e'er meet?
Arv. Ay, my good lord. Gui. And at first meeting lov'd; Continued so, until we thought he died. Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. Cym. O rare instinct! When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridge
ment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in.Where? how liv'd 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,
My good master,
I will yet do you service.
Happy be you!
Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and graced The thankings of a king.
Post. I 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.
I am down again:
[Kneeling. 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.
Kneel 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.
Nobly doom'd: We'll learr, our freeness of a son-in-law; Pardon's the word to all.
You holp us, sir,
i. e. Which ought to be rendered distinct by an ample
As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of
Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought,
Sooth. Here, my good lord. Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. Sooth. [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 lopp'd branches, which being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Post humus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
This hath some seeming Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarius stolen, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, Promises Britain peace and plenty. To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue
Cym. My peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius, Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, 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.
Sooth. The 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 Cæsar, should again unite His favor with the radiant Cymbeline, Which shines here in the west.
Cym. Laud we the gods. And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our bless'd 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 [Exeunt
No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
The red-breast oft at evening hours
When howling winds, and beating rain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell,
Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed: Belon'd, till life cou charm no more; And mourr'd, till pity's seid be dead.
SATURNINUS, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, and afterwards declared Emperor himself. BASSIANUS, Brother to Saturninus; in love with
TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, General
Sons to Titus Andronicus.
Young LUCIUS, a Boy, Son to Lucius.
SCENE I-Rome. Before the Capitol. The Tomb of the Andronici appearing: the Tribunes and Senators aloft, as in the Senate.Enter, below, SATURNINUS and his Followers, on one side; and BASSIANUS and his Followers, on the other; with Drum and Colors.
Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the justice of my cause with arms; And, countrymen, my loving followers, Plead my successive title' with your swords; I am his first-born son, that was the last That ware the imperial diadem of Rome; Then let my father's honors live in me, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Bas. Romans,-friends, followers, favorers my right,
i. e. My title to the succession.
SCENE, Rome; and the Country near it.
If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,
Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
EMILIUS, a noble Roman.
AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora.
Ambitiously for rule and empery,-
For many good and great deserts to Rome;
Sons to Tamora
A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown; Ro
Goths, and Romans.
TAMORA, Queen of the Goths.
LAVINIA, Daughter to Titus Andronicus.
Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers,
And now at last, laden with honor's spoils,
That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so do I affy In thy uprightness and integrity, And so I love and honor thee and thine, Thy nobler brother Titus and his sons, And her, to whom my thoughts are humbled all Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, That I will here dismiss my loving friends; And to my fortunes, and the people's favor, Commit my cause in balance to be weigh'd. [Exeunt the Followers of BASSIANTS. Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in my right,
I thank you all, and here dismiss you all; And to the love and favor of my country Commit myself my person, and the cause. [Exeunt the Followers of SATURNINUS. Rome, be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee.Open the gates, and let me in. Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor. [SAT. and BAS. go into the Capitol, and exeunt with Senators, MARCUS &