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Sir To. Then he's a rogue. After a passy- | But nature to her bias drew in that. measure, or a pavin, I hate a drunken rogue. You would have been contracted to a maid;

Oli. Away with him: who hath made this Nor are you therein, by my life, deceivd,
bavoc with them?

You are betroth'd both to a maid and man,
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because Duke. Be not amaz'd; right noble is his blood.
Te'll be dressed together.

If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
Sir To. Will you help an ass-head, and a cox- I shall have share in this most happy wreck:
Cumb, and a knave? a thin-faced knave, a gull ? Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times,
Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.

[to Viola [exeunt Clown, Sir Toby, and Sir Andrew. Thou never should'st love woman like to me. Enter Sebastian.

Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear; Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your And all those swearings kept as true in soul, kinsman;

As doth that orbed continent the fire
But, had it been the brother of my blood,

That severs day from night.
I must have done no less, with wit, and safety. Duke. Give me thy hand;
You throw a strange regard upon me, and

And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. [shore,
By that I do perceive it hath offended you;

Vio. The captain, that did bring me first on Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows

Hath my maid's garments; he, upon some action,
We made each other but so late ago. [persons; Is now in durance ; at Malvolio's suit,

Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.
A natural perspective, that is, and is not.

Oli. He shall enlarge him:—fetch Malvolio
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio !

And yet, alas, now I remember me, [hither :
How bave the hours rack'd and tortur'd me, They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
Since I have lost thee.

Re-enter Clown, with a letter.
Ant. Sebastian are you?

A most extracting pbrensy of mine own
Seb. Fear'st thou that, Antonio ?

From my remembrance clearly banisb'd his.
Ant. How have you made division of yourself? How does he, sirrah ?
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin

Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Beelzebub at the
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian ? stave's end, as well as a man in his case may do :
Oli. Most wonderful !

he has here writ a letter to you, I should have Seb. Do I stand there ? I never had a brother : given it to you to-day morning ; but as a mad. Nor can there be that deity in my nature,

man's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not much,
Of here and every where. I had a sister, [ed :: when they are delivered.
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour- Oli. Open it, and read it.
Of charity, what kin are you to me? [to Viola. Clo. Look then to be well edified, when the fool
What countryman? what name? what parentage? | delivers the madman :-By the Lord, Madam,-

Vio. Of Messaline : Sebastian was my father ; Oli. How now! art thou mad?
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,

Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness : an
So went he suited to his wat’ry tomb :

your ladyship will have it as it ought to be, you If spirits can assume both form and suit,

must allow vox.
You come to fright us.

Oli. Prythee, read i'thy right wits.
Seb. A spirit I am, indeed ;

Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right
But am in that dimension grossly clad,

wits, is to read thus : therefore perpend my Which from the womb I did participate.

princess, and give ear. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,

Oli. Read it you, sirrah.

[to Fabian. I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,

Fab. [reads] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and And say— Thrice welcome, drowned Viola! the world shall know it; though you have put me into dark.

ness, and given your drunken cousin rule over me, yet have Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.

I the benefit of my senses as well as your ladyship. I have Seb. And so had mine.

your own letter that induced me to the semblance I put on; Vio. And died that day when Viola from her with the which I doubt not but to do myself much right, or

Think of me as you pleasc. I leave my Had number'd thirteen years.

[birth duty a little unthought of,' and speak out of my injury Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul !

The madly-used MALVOLIO.
He finished, indeed, his mortal act,

Oli. Did he write this?
That day, that made my sister thirteen years. Clo. Ay, madam.

Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both, Duke. This savours not much of distraction,
But this my masculine usurp'd attire,

Oli. See him deliver'd, Fabian; bring him Do not embrace me, till each circumstance

hither.

[exit Fabian. Of place, time, fortune, do cobere, and jump, My lord, so please you, these things further thought That I am Viola : which to confirm,

To think me as well a sister as a wife, (on,
I'll bring you to a captain in this town, [help, One day shall crown the alliance on't, so please you,
Where lie my maiden weeds; by whose gentle Here at my house, and at my proper cost.
I was preserv'd to serve this noble count !

Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your
Al the occurrence of my fortune since

offer. Hath been between this lady, and this lord. Your master quits you ; [to Viola,) and, for your Seb. So comes it, lady, you have been mistook : service done him,

[to Olivia. So much against the mettle of your sex

So far beneath your soft and tender breeding, The letter, at sir Toby's great importance ; And since you call’d me master for so long, In recompence whereof, he hath married ker. Here is my hand; you shall from this time be How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, Your master's mistress.

May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; Oli. A sister ?—you are she.

If that the injuries be justly weigh’d,
Re-enter Fabian with Malvolio.
That have on both sides past.

[theo Duko. Is tbis the madman?

Oli. Alas, poor fool! how have they baffled Oli. Ay, my lord, this same :

Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve How now, Malvolio?

greatness, and some have greatness thrown upon Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong, them. I was one, sir, in this interlude; one sir Notorious wrong.

Topas, sir; but that's all one :--By the Lord, Oli. Have I, Malvolio ? no.

[letter : fool, I am not mad ;—But do you remember? Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal ? You must not now deny it is your hand, an you smile not, he's yagg’d: And thus tho Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase ; wbirligig of time brings in bis revenges. Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention : Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you. You can say none of this: well grant it then,

[ezit. And tell me, in the modesty of honour,

Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus’d. Why you have given me such clear lights of favour; Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to you; He hath not told us of the captain yet; (peace ;To put on yellow stockings, and to frown When that is known, and golden time convents, Upon sir Toby, and the lighter people :

A solemn combination shall be made And, acting this in an obedient hope,

Of our dear souls- Meantime, sweet sister, Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come; Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, For so you shall be, while you are a man; "And made the most notorious geck, and gull, But, when in other habits you are seen, That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why, Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen. [exeunt

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing, Though, I confess, much like the character :

Clo. When that I was and a tiny little boy,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.

A foolish thing was but a toy, And now I do bethink me, it was she (smiling,

For the rain it raineth every day. First told me, thou wast mad; then came in

But when I came to man's estate, And in such forms which liere were presuppos'd.

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content:

'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate.

For the rain it raineth every day.
This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee
But, when we know the grounds and authors of it,

But when I came, alas! to wive,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,

By swaggering could I never thrive, Of thine own cause.

For the rain it raineth every day. Fab. Good madam, hear me speak;

But when I came unto my bed, And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come,

Witlı liey, ho, the wind and the rain, Taint the condition of this present hour

Witli toss-pots still lad drunken head, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,

For the rain it raineth every day. Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby,

A great while ago the world begun, Set this device against Malvolio here,

With liey, ho, the wind and the rain,

But that's all one, our play is done, Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts

And we'll strive to please you every day. We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ

CYMBELINE.

DRAMATIS PERSONA.

Cymr. Deline, King of Britain.

Pisanio, Servant to Posthumus Cloten, Son to the queen by a former husband.

Cornelius, a Physician Leonatus Posthumus, a Gentleman, husband to Imogen.

Two Gentlemen.
Belurius, a banished Lord, disguised under the name of 'I'wo Gaolers.
Morgan.

Queen, Wise to Cymbelinc.
Guiderius, S Sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the names
Arviragus, 2 Belarius.
of Polydore and Cailwal, supposed sons to linogen, Daughter to Cymbaline, by a former quette

Helen, Woman to Imogen.
Philario, Friend to Posthumus, } Italiars.

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribuncs, Apparitions, A French Gentleman, Friend to Philario.

Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish Genlem. Caius Lucius, General of the Roman Forces.

Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and A Riman Captain. Two British Captains.

other Attendants.

SCENE,Sometimes in Britain. sometimes in Iluly.

ACT I.
SCENE 1. BRITAIN. THE GARDEN BEHIND CYDIBZ- Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour,
Lixe's PALACE.

Against the Romans, with Cassibelan;
Enter tico Gentleman.

But had his titles by Tenantius, whom
I Gent. You do not meet a mun, but frowns : He serv'd with glory and admir'd success;
our bloods

So gaind the sur-addition, Leonatus: No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers ; And had, besides this gentleman in question, Still seem, as does the king's.

Two other sons, who, in the wars o'the time, 2 Gent. But what's the matter? [dom, whom Died with their swords in hand; for which, these

1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of's king- father He purpos'd to his wife's sole son (a widow, (Then old and fond of issne,) took sach sorrow, That late he married,) hath referr'd herself That he quit being; and his gentle lady, Unto a poor, but worthy, gentleman: she's wedded; Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd : all As he was born. The king, he takes the babe Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king To his protection; calls him Posthumus; Be touch'd at very heart.

Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber : 2 Gent. None but the king ?

[qucen, Puts him to all the learnings that his time I Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the could make him the receiver of; which he took, That most desir'd the match : but not a courtier, As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and Although they wear their faces to the bent In his spring became a harvest: liv'd in court Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not (Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, most lov'd: Glad at the thing they scowl at.

A sample to the youngest ; to the more mature, 2. Gent. And why so ?

[thing. A glass that feated them ; and to the graver, I Gent. He, that hath miss'd the princess, is a A child that guided dotards : to his mistress, Too bad for bad report : and he that bath her For whom he now is banish'd,—her own price (I mean, that married her, malack, good man !- Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue; And therefore banish'd,) is a crcature such By her election may be truly read, As, to seek through the regions of the earth What kind of man he is. For one his like, there would be something failing 2 Gent. I honour him In him that should compare.

I do not think, Even out of your report. But pray you, telline, So fair an outward, and such stuff within, Is she sole child to the king ? Endows a man but he.

1 Gent. His only child. 2 Gent. You speak bim far.

He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, 1 Gent. I do extend him, sil', within himself, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, Crush him together, rather than unfold

I'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery His measure duly.

Were stolen ; and to this hour, no gness in know2 Gent. What's his name, and birth ? '[father Which way they went.

[lodge I Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: his 2 Gent. How long is this ago ?

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1 Gent. Some twenty years. [convey'd ! Post. How! how! another ?

2 Gent. That a king's children should be so You gentle gods, give me but this I have, So slackly guarded ! and the search so slow, And sear up my embracements from a next That could not trace them !

With bonds of death !— Remain thou here, 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,

(putting on the ring, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fajrest, Yet is it true, sir.

As I my poor self did exchange for you, 2. Gent. I do well believe you.

To your so infinite loss : so, in our trifles Gent. We must forbear: here comes the I still win of you: for my sake, wear this; queen and princess,

[ereunt. It is a manacle of love; I'll place it SCENE II. THE SAME.

Upon this fairest prisoner. [puts a bracelet on her Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen.

Imo. O, the gods !

[arm. Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, When sball we see again? After the slander of most step-mothers, (daughter,

Enter Cymbeline and Lords. Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but Post. Alack the king !

(my sight! Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys,

Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid ! hence from That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, If, after this command, thou fraught the court So soon as I can win the offended king,

With thy unworthiness, thou diest: Away! I will be known your advocate : marry, yet,

Thou art poison to my blood. The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good,

Post. The gods protect you. You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience And bless the good remainders of the court! Your wisdom may inform you.

I am gone.

[erit. Post. Please your highness,

Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death I will from hence to-day.

More sharp than this is. Queen. You know the peril :-

Cym. O disloyal thing, I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying

That should'st repair my youth: thou heapest The pangs of barr'd affections ; though the king A year's age on me! Hath charg'd you should not speak together. [e.rit.

Imo. I beseech you, sir, Imo. O,

Harm not yourself with your vexation ; I Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare Can tickle where she wounds !—My dearest Subdues all pangs, all fears. husband,

Cym. Past grace? obedience ?

(grace. I sumething fear my father's wrath ; but nothing Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past (Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what.

Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of His rage can do on me : you must be gone;

my queen!

[cagle, And I shall here abide the hourly shot

Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose as Of angry eyes; not comforted to live,

And did avoid a puttock. But that there is this jewel in the world,

Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have That I may see again.

made my throne Post. My queen! my mistress !

A seat for baseness. O, lady, weep no more ; lest I give cause

Imo. No; I rather added To be suspected of more tenderness

A lustre to it. Than doth become a man! I will remain

Cym. O thou vile one! The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth.

Imo, Sir, My residence in Rome, at one Philario's ; It is your fault that I have loy'd Posthumus, Who to my father was a friend, to me

You bred him as my play-fellow; and he is Knowu but by letter : thither write, my queen,

worth any woman; overbuys me
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send, Almost the sum he pays."
Though ink be made of gall.

Cym. What!-art thou mad ? 1:4
Re-enter Queen.

Imo. Almost, sir; heaven restore me! Would Queen. Be brief, pray you :

A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus If the king come, I shall incur I know not Our neighbour shepherd's son ! How much of his displeasure :-yet I'll move

Re-enter Queen. him,

[aside. Cym. Tbou foolish thing

!!! To walk this way: I never do him wrong, They were again together you have done But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;

[to Queen. Pays dear for my offences.

[exit. Not after our command. Away with her, Post. Should we be taking leave

And pen her up. As long a term as yet we have to live,

Queen. 'Beseech your patience;- ;-Peace, The loathness to depart would grow : adieu ! Dear lady daughter, peace,

Sweet sovereign, Imo. Nay, stay a little:

Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself somo Were you but riding forth to air yourself,

comfort
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; Out of your best advice.
This diamond was my mother's : take it, heart; Cym. Nay, let her languish
But keep it till you woo another wife,

A drop of blood a day: and, being aged,
Wben Imogen is dead.

Die of this folly!

[ezit

A man,

: * [I were

)

SCENE IV.

SCENE III.

A PUBLIC PLACE.

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Enter Pisanio. pális I 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the Qucen. Fie!-you must give way:

fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. ( aside. Here is your servant.-How now, sir? what news? Clo. You'll go with us ?

Pis. My lord, your son, drew on my master. ] Lord. I'll attend your lordship.
Queen. Ha!

Clo, Nay, come, let's go together.
No harm, I trust is done?

2 Lord. Well, my lord.

(ereunt. Pis. There might have been,

A ROOM IN CYMBELINE'S PALACE. But that my master rather play'd than fought,

Enter Imogen and Pisanio. And had no help of anger; they were parted Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the By gentlemen at hand.

haven, Queen. I am very glad on't.

(part. And question'dst every sail : if he should write, Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost To draw upon an exile !–O brave sir !

As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
I would they were in Africk both together; That he spake to thee?
Myself by with a needle, that I might prick Pis. 'Twas, His queen, his queen!
The goer back. Why came you from your master? Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief?

Pis. On his command: he would not suffer me Pis. And kiss'd it, madam.
To bring him to the haven : left these notes Imo. Senseless linen! happier therein than I!-
Of what commands I should be subject to,

And that was all ? When it pleas'd you to employ me.

Pis. No, madam : for so long Queen. This hath been

As he could make me with this eye or ear Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour ! Distinguish him from others, he did keep He will remain so.

The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, Pis. I humbly thank your highness.

Still waving, as the fits and stirs of his mind Queen. Pray, walk a while.

Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on, Imo. About some half hour hence, ::

How swift his ship.
I pray you, speak with me: you shall, at least, Imo. Thou should'st have made him
Go see my lord aboard: for this time, leave me.[ex. | As little as a crow, or less, ere left

To after-eye him.
Enter Cloten and two Lords.

Pis. Madam, so I did. 1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek crack'd them, but as a sacrifice :- Where air comes out, air comes To look upon him; till the diminution in: there's nope abroad so wholesome as that Of space had pointed him 'sharp as '

my needle :

Nay, follow'd bim, till he had melted from Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it-The smallness of a goat to‘air; and then Have I hurt him ?

Have turn'd mine eye, and wept. — But, good 2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience. When shall we hear from him? [Pisanjo,

[aside. Pis. Be assur'd, madam, 1 Lord. Hurt himn ? his body's a passable car- With his next vantage. case, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but hau steel, if it be not hurt.

Most pretty things to say, ere I could tell him, 2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o'the How I would think on him, at certain honrs, backside the town.

[aside. Such thoughts, and such; or I could make him Clo. The villain would not stand me.

The shes of Italy should not betray (swear, 2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward Mine interest, and his honour; or have charg'd him,

[aside. At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, 1 Lord. Stand you ! "You have land enough of To encounter me with 'orisons, for then your own: but he added to your having; gave I am in heaven for him, or ere I could you some ground.

Give him that parting kiss, which I had set 2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans: Betwixt two charming words, 'comes in my father puppies !

[aside. And, like the tyrannous breathing of the nortlı, Clo. I would, they had not come between us. Shakes all our buds from growing. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how

Enter a Lady. long a fool you were upon the ground. aside. Lady. The queen, madam,

Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and Desires your highness' company. refuse me!

Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them deo 2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, patch'd. I will attend the queen. she is damned. [aside. Pis. Madam, I shall.

(exeunt. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty

AN APARTMENT IN PHILARIO's and her brain go not together : she's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit. Enter Philario, Iachimo, a Frenchman, a Dutch2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the re

mun, and a Spaniard. lcction should hurt her.

[aside. Iach. Believe it, sir: I have seen him in Brin Cio. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there tain: he was then of a crescent note; expected to wd been some hurt done!

prove so worthy, as since he hath been allowca

you vent.

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your face.

SCENE V.

ROME.

HOUSE.

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