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Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
Clo. The south-fog rot him! Lady. That's more
Imo. He never can meet more mischance, Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,
[ment, Can justly boast of: What's your lordship’s To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garpleasure?
That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer, Clo. Your lady's person: Is she ready? In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Ludy. Ay,
Were they all made such men,-How now, To keep her chamber.
Pisanio ? Clo. There's gold for you ; sell me your good report.
Enter PISANIO. Lady. How! my good name? or to report of Clo. His garment ? Now, the devilyou
Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee preWhat I shall think is good ?- The princess
sently :Enter IMOGEN.
Clo. His garment?
Imo. I am sprighted* with a fool; Clo. Good-morrow,fairest sister: Your sweet Frighted, and anger'd worse :-Go, bid my
hand. Imo. Good-morrow, Sir : You lay out too Search for a jewel, that too casually much pains
Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give,
'shrew me, Is telling you that I am poor of thanks, If I would lose it for a revenue And scarce can spare them.
Of any king's in Europe. I do think, Clo. Still, I swear, I love you.
I saw't this morning : confident I am,
I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord
Pis. "Twill not be lost.
Imo. I hope so: go, and search. (Exit Pis. Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being Clo. You have abus'd me :silent,
[i'taith, His meanest garment? I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: Imo. Ay; I said so, Sir. I shall unfold equal discourtesy [ing If you will make't an action, call witness to't. To your best kindness; one of your great know- Clo. I will inform your father. Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
Imo. Your mother too: Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, my sin :
But the worst of me. So I leave you, Sir, I will not.
To the worst of discontent.
(Exit. Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
Clo. I'll be reveng'd :Clo. Do you call me fool ?
His meanest garment ?-Well, [Exit. Imo. As I am mad, I do: If you'll be patient, i'll no more be mad;
SCENE IV.--Rome.- An Apartment in That cures us both. I am much sorry, Sir,
Enter Posthumus and PhilaRIO.
Post. Fear it not, Sir; I would, I were so nounce, By the very truth of it, I care not for you;
To win the king, as I am bold, her honour And am so near the lack of charity,
Will remain hers. (To accuse myself) I hate you : which I had
Phi. What means do you make to him ? You felt, than make't my boast. (rather
Post. Not any; but' abide the change of Clo. You sin against
time; Obedience, which you owe your father. For Quake in the present winter's state, and wish The contract you pretend with that base wretch, That warmer days would come: In these fear’d (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold
I barely gratify your love; they failing, With scraps o’the court,) it is no contract,
I must die much your debtor. And though it be allow'd in meaner parties,
Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, (Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king, souls
Hath heard of great Augustus : Caius Lucius (On whom there is no more dependency
Will do his commission throughly : and, I But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot it
think, Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by
He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, The consequence o'the crown; and must not
Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance The precious note of it with a base slave, (soil is yet fresh in their grief. A hildingt for a livery, a squire's cloth,
Post. I do believe, A pantler, not so eminent.
(Statistt though I am none, nor like to be,) Imo. Profane fellow!
I'hat this will prove a war; and you shall hear Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more,
The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed But what thou art, besides, thon wert too base In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough, of
any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made
Are men more order'd, than when Julius Cesar Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd
Smild at their lack of skill, but found their The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated Worthy, his frowning at: Their discipline
courage For being preferr’d so well.
(Now mingled with their courages) will make * So verbose, so full of talk.
known + In knots of their own tying. * A low fellow only fit to wear a livery,
To their approvers,* they are people, such Pust. This is true;
And this you might have heard of here, by me,
Or by some other.
Iach. More particulars
Must justify my knowledge. Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by Or do your honour injury.
Post. So they must, land: And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece,
Iach. The chimney To make your vessel nimble.
Chaste Dian, bathing : never saw I figures Phi. Welcome, Sir. Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her,
So likely to report themselves: the cutter The speediness of your return. (made Iach. Your lady
Motion and breath left out.
Post. This is a thing,
Which you might from relation likewise reap; beauty Look through a casement to allure false hearts, with golden cherubims is fretted: Her
Iach. The roof o'the chamber [rops And be false with them. Iach. Here are letters for you.
(I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids
Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely Post. Their tenour good, I trust. Iach. 'Tis very like.
Depending on their brands.t
Post. This is her honour! -
(tion But not approach'd.
Be given to your remembrance,) the descripPost. All is well yet.
Of what is in her chamber, nothing saves Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not The wager you have laid.
lach. Then if you can, Too dull for your good wearing ? lach. If I have lost it,
[Pulling out the Bracelet. I should have lost the worth of it in gold.
Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel:
See! I'll make a journey twice as far to enjoy A second night of such sweet shortness, which And now 'tis up again : It must be married Was mine in Britain; for the ring is won.
To that your diamond; I'll keep them. Post. The stone's too hard to come by.
Post. Jove! Iach, Not a whit,
Once more let me behold it: Is it that Your lady being so easy.
Which I left with her? Post. Make not, Sir,
Iach. Sir, (I thank her,) that: Your loss your sport:' I hope, you know that she stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; Must not continue friends.
Her pretty action did outsell her gift, Lach. Good Sir, we must,
And yet enrich'd it too: She gave it me, and If you keep covenant: Had I not brought
She priz'd it once.
(said, The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant to send it me.
Post. May be, she pluck'd it off,
Iach. She writes so to you? doth she?
Post. 0, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take
this too; Or her, or you, having proceeded but
[Gives the Ring.
It is a basilisk unto mine eye,
Kills me to look on't:-Let there be no honour, That you have tasted her in bed, my hand
Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love
[men And ring, is yours: If not, the foul opinion You had of her pure honour, gains, or loses,
Where there's another man: The vows of woYour sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both of no more bondage be, to where they are
made, To who shall find them. Jach. Sir, my circumstances,
Than they are to their virtues; wbich is no
[thing:Being so near the truth, as I will make them, 0,
above measure false ! Must first induce you to believe : whose And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won
Phi, Have patience, Sir, strength I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not; Who knows if one of her women, being cor
It may be probable, she lost it; or, You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall
Hath stolen it from her. You need it not. [find
(rupted, Post. Proceed.
Post. Very true;
ringlach. First, her bed-chamber,
And so, I hope, he came by't:-Back my (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess,
Render to me some corporal sign about her, Had that was well worth watching,) It was More, evident than this; for this was stolen. hang'd
Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm. With tapestry of silk and silver? the story
Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter be
(sure, Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, And Cydnus swell’d above the banks, or for
"Tis true ;---nay, keep the ring- 'tis true: I am The press of boats, or pride: A piece of work She would not lose it: her attendants are So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
All sworn and honourable :-They induc'd to In workmanship, and value; which I won. And by a stranger ?—No, he hath enjoy'd her:
steal it! der'd, Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,
The cognizancet of her incontinency Since the true life on't was
* Ornamented iron bars which support wood burned in
chimneys. + Torches in the hands of Cupids. * To those who try them.
1 The badge, the toket.
is this,--she hath bought the name of whore | For even to vice thus dearly.
They are not constant, but are changing still There, take thy hire: and all the fiends of hell Ope vice, but of a minute old, for one Divide themselves between you!
Not halt so old as that. I'll write against Phi. Sir, be patient:
them, This is not strong enough to be believ'd Detest them, curse them :-Yet'tis greater skill Of one persuaded well of
In a true hate, to pray they have their will: Post. Never talk on't;
The very devils cannot plague them better. She hath been colted by him.
[Exit. Iach. If you seek For further satisfying, under her breast
ACT III. (Worthy the pressing, lies a mole, right proud of that most delicate lodging: By my life,
SCENE I.-Britain.--A Room of State in I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger
CYMBELINE's Palace. To feed again, though full." You do remember Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, und LORDS, This stain upon her? Post. Ay, and it doth confirm
at one Door; and at another, Caius Lucius,
and Attendants. Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Were there no more but it.
Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cesar lach. Will you hear more?
with us? Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the Luc. When Julius Cesar (whose rememOnce, and a million!
(tongues, lach. I'll be sworn,
Lives in men's eyes; and will to ears, and Post. No swearing.
Be theme, and hearing ever,) was in this BriIf you will swear you have not done't, you lie;
tain, And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny
And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, Thou hast made me cuckold,
(Famous in Cesar's praises, no whit less Iach. I will deny nothing. Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb. And his succession, granted Rome a tribute,
Than in his feats deserving it,) for him, meal!
Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee I will go there, and do't; i'the court; before Is left untender'd.
(lately Her father:- I'll do something- (Exit. Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Phi. Quite besides
Shall be so ever.
A world by itself; and we will nothing pay, Tuch. With all my heart.
[Exeunt. For wearing our own noses. SCENE V.–The same. - Another Room in the which then they had to take from us, to re
Queen. That opportunity,
[sume We have again.-Remember, Sir, my liege, Enter POSTHUMUS.
The kings your ancestors; together with Post. Is there no way for men to be, but The natural bravery of your isle; which stands
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in Must be balf-workers? We are bastards all; With rocks upscaleable, and roaring waters; And that most venerable man, which ! With sands, that will not bear your enemies' Did call my father, was I know not where
[conquest When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of tools
Cesar made here; but made not here his brag Made me a counterfeit : Yet my mother seem'd Of, came, and saw, and overcame: with shame The Dian of that time: so doth my wife (The first that ever touch'd him,) he was carThe nonpareil of this.-0 vengeance, ven.
From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipMe of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, (Poor ignorant baubles!) on our terrible seas, And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with Like egg-shells mov'd' upon their surges, A pudency* so rosy, the sweet view on't
crack'd Might well have warm's old Saturn; that I As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof, thought her
[devils - The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point As chaste as unsunn'd snow:-0, all the (0, giglot* fortune!) to master Cesar's sword, This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,-was't not?- Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright, Or less, -at first: Perchance he spoke not; | And Britons strut with courage. but,
Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that Cried, oh! and mounted: found no opposition time; and, as I said, there is no more such But what he look'd for should oppose, and she Cesars: other of them may have crooked noses; Should from encounter guard. Could I find but, to owe such straight arms, none. out
[tion Cym. Son, let your mother end. The woman's part in me! For there's no mo
Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it,
but I have a band.-Why tribute? why should The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, we pay tribute? If Cesar can hide the sun hers;
[dain, from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, dis- pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, Nice longings, slanders, mutability, [knows, Sir, no more tribute, pray you now. All faults that' may be nam’d, nay, that hell Cym. You must know, Why hers in part, or all; but, rather, all : Till the injurious Romans did extort * Modesty.
This tribute from us, we were free: Cesar's | Thut I have sent her, by her own command ambition,
[stretch | Shall give thee opportunity :- damn'd paper! (Which swell’d so much, that it did almost Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless The sides o'the world,) against all colour, here
bauble, Did put the yoke upon us; which to shake off, Art thou a feod'ary* for this act, and look'st Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon Şo virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes. Ourselves to be. We do say then to Cesar, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which
Imo. How now, Pisanio ?
Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Imo. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord? Leo
natus? Though Rome be therefore angry ;) Mulmu- 10, learn’d indeed were that astronomer,
tius, Who was the first of Britain, which did put
That knew the stars, as I his characters; His brows within a golden crown, and call'd
He'd lay the future open.-You, good gods, Himself a king.
Let what is here contain'd relish of love, Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline,
Of my lord's health, of his content, -yet Dot, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cesar
That we two are asupder, let that grieve him,(Cesar, that hath more kings his servants, than (Some griefs are med'cinable;) that is one of Thyself domestic officers,) thine enemy :
them, Receive it from ine, then :-War, and confu- All but in that !-Good wax, thy leave :
For it doth physic love ;-of his content, sion,
Bless'd be, In Cesar's name pronounce I'gainst thee; look You bees, that make these locks of counsel!
[Lovers, For fury not to be resisted:
Thus defied, I thank thee for myself.
And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike; Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius.
Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet Thy Cesar knighted me; my youth I spent
You clasp young Cupid's tables.-Good news, Much under him; of him I gather'd honour;
[Reads. Which he, to seek of me again, perforce,
Justice, and your father's wrath, should he Behoves me keep at utterance ;**I am perfect,t me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, erauld net
take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Their liberties, are pow in arms: a precedent I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haren.
even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that
What Which, not to read, would show the Britons your own love will, out of this, advise you, fol
. So Cesar shall not find them.
(cold: low. So, he wishes you all happiness, that te Luc. Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make mains loyal to his voi, and your, increasing ia pastime with us a day, or two, longer: If you
LEONATOS POSTHUNUS. seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall o, for a horse with wings !-Hear'st thou, find us in our salt-water girdle: if you beat us
Pisanio ? out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adven. He is at Milford-Haven: Read, and tell me ture, our crows shall fare the better for you; How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs and there's an end.
May plod it in a week, why may not I Luc. So, Sir.
Glide thither in a day?-Then, true Pisanio, Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he (Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord, who mine:
[long'st,All the remain is, welcome.
[ Exeunt. 0, let me 'bate,-but not like me :-yet
But in a fainter kind:-0, not like me; SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak Enter PisaniO.
(Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearPis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write to the smothering of the sense,) how far it is you not
To this same blessed Milford: And, by the What monster's her accuser ?- Leonatus!
way, O, master! what a strange infection
Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian To inherit such a haven : But, first of all, (As poisonous tongue'd, as handed,) hath How we may steal froin hence; and, for the prevail'd
[going, On thy too ready hearing?-Disloyal? No: That we shall make in time, from onr henceShe's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes, And our return, to excuse :--but first, how More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
get hence : As would take inf some virtue.-0, my mas- Why should excuse be born or e'er begot? Thy mind to her is now as low, as were (ter! We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr’ythee, speak, Thy fortunes.—How! that I should murder How many score of miles may we well ride her?
'Twixt hour and hour? Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I Pis. One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Have made to thy command?-1, her?-her Madamn, 's enough for you; and too much too. blood ?
Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, If it be so to do good service, never
man, Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, Could never go so slow: I have heard of ridThat I should seem to lack humanity,
ing wagers, So much as this fact comes to? Dot: The Where horses have been nimbler than the letter
sands * At the extremity or defiance. + Well-informed.
* Confederate. 1 To take in a town, is to conquer it.
+ Crowd one word on another, as fast as possible.
That run i'the clock's behalf:But this is Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat: foolery :
Our valour is, to chase what flies; our cage
Bel. How you speak!
And felt them knowingly: the art o’the court, Pis. Madam, you're best consider.
As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor Is certain falling, or so slippery, that (war, here,
The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the Nor wbat ensues; but have a fog in them, A pain that only seems to seek out danger That I cannot look through. Away, I pr’ythee; I'the name of fame, and honour; which dies Do as I bid thee: There's no more to say;
i'the search; Accessible is none but Milford way. [Exeunt. And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph,
As record of fair act; nay, many times, SCENE III.-Wales.-A mountainous Coun- Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, try, with a Cave.
Must court'sey at the censure:-0, boys, this Enter BELARIUS, GUIDerius, and Arviragus.
The world may read in me: My body's mark'd Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with With Roman swords: and my report was once such
First with the best of note: Cymbeline lov'd Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys:
And when a soldier was the theme, my name Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and was not far off: Then was I as a tree, bows you
Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs
night, Are arch'd so high, that giants may jett through A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, And keep their impious turbands on, without Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my Good morrow to the sun.-Hail, thou fair hea. And left me bare to weather. [leaves, ven!
Gui. Uncertain favour ! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told As prouder livers do.
[vail'd Gui. Hail, heaven!
But that two villains, whose false oaths preArv. Hail, heaven!
Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline, Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to I was confederate with the Romans: so, yon hill,
Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats.
This rock, and these demesnes, have been my When you above perceive me like a crow, Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid That it is place which lessens, and sets off
More pious debts to heaven, than in all And you may then revolve what tales I have the fore-end of my time.—But, up to the told you,
mountains; Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: This is not hunters’language:-He, that strikes This service is not service, so being done, The venison first, shall be the lord o’the feast; But being so allow'd: To apprehend thus, To him the other two sball minister; Draws us a profit from all things we see: And we will fear no poison, which attends And often, to our comfort, shall we find In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the The shardedt beetle in a safer hold
valleys. [Exeunt Gui. and Arv. Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! Is pobler, than attending for a check; These boys know little, they are sons to the Richer, than doing nothing for a babe;
king; Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. Such gain the cap of him, that makes them They think, they are mine: and, though train'd fine,
up thus meanly
[hit Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours. I'the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor The roofs of palaces; and nature -prompts unfledg'd,
them, Have never wing'd from view o’the nest; nor In simple and low things to prince it, much know not
Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, What air's from home. Haply, this life is best, The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom If quiet life be best; sweeter to you,
The king his father call'd Guiderius,-Jove! That have a sharper known; well correspond- When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell With your stiff age; but, unto us, it is [ing The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly A cell of ignorance; travelling abed;
out A prison for a debtor, that not dares
Into my story: say,—Thus mine enemy fell ; To stride a limit.||
And thus I set my foot on his neck; even then Arv. What should we speak of, When we are old as you? when we shall hear Strains his young nerves and puts himself in
The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, The rain and wind beat dark December, how,
[Cadwal, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse That acts nord The younger brother, The freezing hours away? We have seen noth. (Once, Arviragus,) in as like a figure,
ing: We are beastly; subtle as the fox, for prey;
Strikes life into my speech, and shows much
His own conceiving. Hark! the game is * A freeholder. + Strut, walk proudly. Scaly-winged. $1. e. Compared with ours.
0 Cymbelipe! heaven, and my conscience, i To overpaus his bound,