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'Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency; At three and two years old, I stole these babes; Thou then look’dst like a villain; now, meThinking to bar thee of succession, as
thinks, Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, Thy favour's good enough. Some jay* of Italy; Thou wast their ourse; they took thee for their whose mother was her painting,i haih betray'ú mother,
him : And every day do honour to her grave: Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion ; Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd, And, for I am richer than to hang by the svalls, They take for natural father. The game is up. I inust be ripp'd :-to pieces with me!-0,
[Exit. Men's vows are women's traitors! All good
seeming, SCENE IV.-Near Milford-Haren.
By thy revolt, О husband, shall be thought Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN.
Put on for villany; not born, where't grows; Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from But worn, a bait for ladies. horse, the place
Pis. Good madam, hear me.
Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Was near at hand: Ne'er long’d my mother so To see me first, as I have now:-Pisanio! Were, in his time, thought false : and Sinon's
(weeping Man! Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,
Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity, That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks From most true wretchedness : So, thou, Post. that sigh
húmus, From the inward of thee? One, but painted Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and perjur’d,
Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;
From thy great fail.-Come, fellow, be thou
honest: Into a 'haviour* of less fear, ere wildness
(him, Vanquish my staider senses. What's the
Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou see'st matter?
A little witness my obedience: Look! Why tender’st thou that paper to me, with
I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit A look intender? If it be summer news,
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart : Smile to't before : if winterly, thou need'st
Fear not; 'tis emply of all things, but grief: But keep that countenance still. My hus-Thy master is not there ; who was, indeed, band's hand!
The riches of it: Do his bidding; strike. That drug-damn’d Italy hạth out-craftied him, Thou may’st be valiant in a better cause; And he's at some hard point.-Speak, man;
But now thou seem'st a coward. thy tongue
Pis. Hence, vile instrument! May take off some extremity, which to read
Thou shalt not damn my hand. Would be even mortal to me.
Imo. Why, I must die; Pis. Please you, read;
And if I do not by thy hand, thou art And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing
No servant of thy master's : Against selfThe most disdain'd of fortune.
slaughter Inno. [Reads.] Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath There is a probibition so divine, played the strumpet in my bed ;' the testimonies That cravenst my weak hand.' Come, here's whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out Something's afore't :-Soft, soft; we'll no de
(fence; weak surmises ; from proof as strong as my griet Obedient as the scabbard. - What is here ! and as certuin us I expect my rerenge. part, thon Pisanio, must act for me, if thy faith The scripturess of the loyal Leonatus, be not tainted with the breuch of hers. Let thine All turn'd to heresy ? Away, away, own hands take away her life : I shall gire thee Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more opportunities at Milford-Haven: she hath my
Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor
fools letter for the purpose: Where, if thou seur to
(betraya strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art Believe false teachers: Though those that are the punder to her dishonour, and equally to me Stands in worse case of woe.
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor disloyal. Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword? And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, Hath cut her throat already.-No, 'tis slander; And make me put into contempt the suits Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find tongue
It is no act of common passage, but Oatvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself, Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her All corners of the world: kings, queens, and That now thou tir’st)| on, how thy memory states,
Will then be panga by me.-- Pr’ythee, deMaids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
(knile! This viperous slander enters.—What cheer, Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
The lamb'entreats the butcher: Where's thy madam ? Imo. False to his bed! What is it, to be false? When I desire it too. To lie in watch there, and to think on bim?
Pis. () gracious lady, To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge Since I receiv'd command to do this business, nature,
I have not slept one wink. To break it with a fearful dream of him,
Imo. Do't, and to bed tben. And cry myself awake? that's false to his bed ?
Pis. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first, Is it ?
Imo. Wherefore then Pis. Alas, good lady!
Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness :lachimo,
• Preta, in Italian, signifies both a jay and a whore, + Likeness.
1 Cowards. * For behaviour.
|| Feedest or preys na
783 So many miles with a pretence ? this place? Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein Mine action, and thine own? our horses' la. You made great Juno angry. bour?
Imo. Nay, be brief: The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court, I see into thy end, and am almost For my being absent: whereunto I never A man already. Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far, Pis. First, make yourself but like one. To be unbent, when thou hast ta’en thy stand, Fore-thinking this, I have already fit, The elected deer before thee?
('Tis in my cloak-bag,) doublet, hat, hose, all Pis. But to win time
That answer to them: Would you, in their To lose so bad employment: in the which
serving, I have consider'd of a course; Good lady, And with what imitation you can borrow Hear me with patience.
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble LuImo. Talk thy tongue weary ; speak:
cius I have heard, l'am a strumpet; and mine ear, Present yourself, desire his service, tell him Therein false struck, can take no greater wherein you are happy,* (which you'll make Nor tent to bottom that. But speak. (wound,
him know, Pis. Then, madam,
If that his head have ear in music,) doubtless, I thought you would not back again.
With joy he will embrace you; for be's honImo. Most like;
(abroad Bringing me here to kill me.
And, doubling that, most holy. Your means Pis. Not so, neither:
You have met, rich; and I will never fail But if I were as wise as honest, then
Beginning, nor supplyment. My purpose would prove well. It cannot be, Imo. Thou art all the comfort But that my master is abus'd:
The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away: Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even Hath done you both this cursed injury. All that good time will give us: This attempt Imo. Some Roman courtezan.
I'm soldier to, and will abide it with Pis. No, on my life.
A prince's courage. Away, I prythce. I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him Pis. W'ell, madam, we must take a short Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded
farewell : I should do so : You shail be miss'd at court, Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of stress, And that will well contirm it.
Your carriage from the court. My noble misImo. Why, good fellow,
(live? Here is a box; I had it from the queen; What shall I do the while? Where bide? How What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, Or in my life what comfort, when I am Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this Dead to my husband?
Will drive away disteinper.-To some shade, Pis. If you'll back to the court,
And fit you to your manhood:- May the gods Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado Direct you to the best! With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing: Imo. Amen: I thank thee. (Exeunt. That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege.
SCENE V.-A Room in CYMBELINE's Palace. Pis. If not at court,
Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, Then not in Britain must you bide.
und Lords. Imo. Where then?
[night, Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day,
Cym. Thus far; and so farewell. Are they not but in Britain? I'the world's
Luc. Thanks, royal Sir. volume
My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence; Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it;
And am right sorry, that I must report ye
Cym. Our subjects, Sir,
Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself You think of other place. The ambassador,
To show less sovereignty than they, must needs Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
Appear unkinglike. To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind
Luc. So, Sir, I desire of you
A conduct over land, to Millord-Haven.-
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that
oflice; and full of view: yea, haply, near The residence of Posthumus: so nigh, at least,
The due of honour in no point omit:That though his actions were not visible, yet
So, farewell, noble Lucius. Report should render him hourly to your ear,
Luc. Your hand, my lord. As truly as he moves.
Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time Imo. (, for such means !
I wear it as your enemy.
(forth Though peril to my modesty, not death on't,
Luc. Sir, the event I would adventure.
Is yet to name the winner; Fare you well. Pis. Well then, here's the point:
Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my You must forget to be a woman; change
lords, Command into obedience; lear, and niceness, Till he have cross'd the Severn.- Happiness! (The handmaids of all women, or, more truly,
[Exeunt Lucius and LORDS. Woman it's pretty self,) to a waggish courage;
Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it Keady in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
honours us, As quarrelous as the weasel: nay, you must
That we have given him cause. Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Clo.' "Tis all the better;
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
* 1.e. Wherein you are accomplished,
† As for your subsistence abroad, you may rely on me. * The sun.
| Equal to.
Cym. Lucius bath wrote already to the em- | Disdaining me, and throwing favours on peror
The low Posthumus, slanders so her judge. How it goes here. fits us therefore, ripely,
(point, Our chariots and our horsemen be in readi- That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, The powers that he already hath in Gallia To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he His war for Britain.
Enter PISANIO. Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business; But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus,
(lain, Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, Come hither : Ab, you precious pander! Vil Where is our daughter? She hath not appear’d Where is thy lady? 'In a word; or else Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd Thou art straightway with the fiends. The duty of the day: She looks us like
Pis, 0, good my lord ! A thing more made of malice, than of duty : Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, We have noted it.-Call ber before us; for I will not ask again. Close villain, We have been too slight in sufferance.
I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip [Exit an ATTENDANT. Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? Queen. Royal Sir,
From whose so many weights of baseness canSince the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd A dram of worth be drawn. Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord,
Pis. Alas, my lord,
(miss'd! "Tis time must do.' 'Beseech your majesty,
How can she be with him? When was she Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady
He is in Rome. So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
Clo. Where is she, Sir? Come nearer; And strokes death to her.
No further halting: satisfy me home,
What is become of her ?
Pis. O, my all-worthy lord!
Clo. All-worthy villain ! Can her contempt be answer'd ?
Discover where thy mistress is, at once, Atten. Please you, Sir,
At the next word, -No more of worthy lord,-Her chambers are all lock’d; and there's no Speak, or thy silence on the instant is
(make. Thy condemnation and thy death. That will be given to the loud'st of noise we Pis. Then, Sir, Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit This paper is the history of my knowledge her,
Touching her flight.
[Presenting a Letter. She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Clo. Let's see't :- I will pursue her Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,
Even to Augustus' throne. She should that duty leave unpaid to you, Pis. Or this, or perish. Which daily she was bound to proffer: this She's far enough; and what he learns Aside. She wish'd me to make known; but our great
by this, Made me to blame in memory. (court May prove his travel, not her danger. Cym. Her doors lock'd ?
Clo. Humph! Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which
Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. 0 I fear,
Imogen, Prove false!
(Exit. Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old ser- Clo, Sirrah, is this letter true? I have not seen these two days. (vant, Pis. Sir, as I think. Queen. Go, look after.- (Exit CLOTEN.
Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't:Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!- Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence do me true service; undergo those emplorProceed by swallowing that; for he believes ments, wherein I should have cause to use It is a thing most precious. But for her, thee, with a serious industry,
-that is, what Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, di seiz'd her;
[flowp rectly and truly,I would'think thee an bonOr, wing’d with fervour of her love, she's est man: thou shouldest neither want me To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is
means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preTo death, or to dishonour; and my end ferment. Can make good use of either: She being down, Pis. Well, my good lord. I have the placing of the British crown. Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patientRe-enter Cloten.
ly and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare How now, my son ?
fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst Clo. 'Tis certain she is fled :
not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none
follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me? Dare come about him.
Pis. Sir, I will. Queen. All the better: May
Clo. Give me thy hana, here's my purse. This night forestall him of the coming day!
Hast any of thy late master's garments in iby
[Exit Queen. possession ? Clo. I love, and hate her: for she's fair and
Pis. I have, my lord, at ny lodging, the royal;
same suit he wore when he took leave of my And that sbe hath all courtly parts more ex
lady and mistress. Than lady, ladies, woman :* from every one
člo. The first service thou dost me, fetch The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, that suit hither: let it be thy first service; Outsells them all. I love her therefore; But,
Pis. I shall, my lord. * Than any lady, than all ladies, than all womankind. Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haren :- I forgot
(Era. to ask him one thing ; P'll remember't anon :- Best draw my sword ; and if mine enemy Even there thou villain, Posthumus, will I kill But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look thee. I would these garments were come. Such a foe, good heavens!
(on't. She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I
(She goes into the Cave. now belch from my heart,) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect | Enter BeLaRIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ABVIRAGUS. than my noble and natural person, together with the adornment of my qualities. With
Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodthat suit upon my back, will I ravislı her:
man,* and First kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I,
Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech The sweat of industry would dry, and die,
match it of insultment ended on his dead body,--and But for the end it works to. when my lust hath dined, (which, as I say, to
Come; our vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness
stcmachs so praised,) to the court I'll knock her back, Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.
Finds the down pillow hard.-Now, peace be
Poor house, that keep'st thyself! (here, Re-enter PISANIO, with the Clothes.
Gui. I am throughly weary,
Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in Be those the garments ?
appetite. Pis. Ay, my noble lord.
Gui. There's cold meat i'the cave; we'll Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford
browze on that, Haven ?
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook’d. Pis. She can scarce be there yet.
Bel. Stay; come not in: (Looking in. Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that But that it eats our victuals, I should think is the second thing that I have commanded Here were a fairy. thee: the third is, that thou shalt be a volun- Gui. What's the matter, Sir? tary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, true preferment shall tender itself to thee.- | An earthly paragon!—Behold divineness My revenge ix xiow at Milford;.'Would I had No elder than a boy! wings to follow it!-Come, and be true. [Erit. Pis. Thou kidd'st me to my loss : for, true to
Enter IMOGEN. theek Were to prove false, which I will never be,
Imo. Good masters, harm me not: To hin that is most true.- To Milford go,
Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, To have begg’d, or bought, what I have took : flow,
Good troth, You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed!
Gold strew'd o'the floor. Here's money for my
I would have left it on the board, so soon SCENE VI.-Before the Cave of BELARIUS. As I had made my meal; and parted Enter IMOGEN, in Boy's Clothes.
With prayers for the provider.
Gui. Money, youth? Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: Aro. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! I have tir'd myself; and for two nights toge- | As 'tis po better reckon'd, but of those ther
(sick, Who worship dirty gods. Have made the ground my bed. I should be Imo. I see, you are angry: But that my resolution helps me.—Milford, Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd Have died, had I not made it. thee,
Bel. Whither bound? Thou wast within a ken: 0 Jove! I think, Imo. To Milford-Haven, Sir. Foundations fly the wretched : such, I mean, Bel. What is your name? Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars Imo. Fidele, Sir: I have a kinsman, who
Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, To whom being going, almost spent with hun: That bave afflictions on them; knowing 'tis I am fallen in this offence.
[ger, A punishment, or trial ? Yes; no wonder, Bel. Pr’ythee, fair youth, When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapse in Think us no churls; nor'measure our good fulness
[ter'd! Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood By this rude place we live in. Well encoun. Is worse in kings, than beggars.-My dear 'Tis almost night: yon shall have better cheer lord !
[thee, Ere you depart; and thanks to stay and eat Thou art one o'the false ones: Now I think on Boys, bid him welcome.
[it.My hunger's gone; but even before, I was Gui. Were you a woman, youth, [honesty, At point to sink for food. But what is this? I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold : I bid for you, as I'd buy.
Irv. I'll make't my comfort, mine,
He is a man; I'll love him as my brother :Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. And such a welcome as I'd give to him, Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness After long absence, such as yours:-Most welever
Imo. 'Mongst friends!
* Best hunter, + Agreement, 1 In, for into
If brothers?—'Would it had been so, tunes, beyond him in the advantage of the that they
time, above him in birth, alike conversant in Had been my father's sons! then had
general services, and more remarkable in sinmy prize
gle oppositions:* yet this imperseverant thing Been less; and so more equal ballast
loves him in my despite. What mortality is ! To thee, Posthumus.
Posthumus, thy head, which is now grox. Bel. He wrings at some distress.
ing upon thy shoulders, shall within this bour Gui. 'Would, I could free't!
be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments Aro. Or 1; whate'er it be,
cut to pieces before thy face: and all this done, What pain it cost, what danger! Gods! spurn her home to her father: who may, haply, Bel. Hark, boys.
[Whispering. be a little angry for my so rough usage: but Imo. Great men,
my mother, having power of his testiness, That had a court no bigger than this cave, shall turn all into my commendations. My That did attend themselves, and had the vir- horse is tied up safe : Out, sword, and to a tue
sore purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! Which their own conscience seal'd them, (lay. This is the very description of their meeting. ing by
place; and the fellow dares not deceive me. That nothing gift of differing* multitudes,)
(Erit. Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
SCENE II.-Before the Cave.
Enter, from the Cave, BelARIUS, GUIDERICS, Bel. It shall be so:
ARVIRAGUS, and I MOGEN. Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.--Fair youth, Bel. You are not well: [To IMOGEN.) remain come in:
here in the cave; Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have We'll come to you after hunting. We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, Arv. Brother, stay here: [To IMOGEN. So far as thou wilt speak it.
Are we not brothers? Gui. Pray, draw near,
Imo. So man and man should be; Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the But clay and clay differs in dignity, lark, less welcome.
Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. Imo. Thanks, Sir.
Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. Arv. I pray, draw near.
(Exeunt. Imo. So sick I am not;- yet I am not well: But not so citizen a wanton, as
(me; SCENE VII.-Rome.
To seem to die, ere sick: So please you leave Enter tuo SENATORS and TRIBUNES, Stick to your journalt course: the breach of
(me 1 Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by
writ; That since the common men are now in action To one not sociable: I'm not very sick, (here:
Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians;
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me And that the legions now in Gallia are
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Full weak to undertake our wars against Stealing so poorly. The fallen off Britons; that we do incite
Givi. I love thee; I have spoke it: The gentry to this business: He creates
How much the quantity, the weight as mucb, Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes,
As I do love my father. For this immediate levy, he commands
Bel. What? how? how? His absolute commission. Long live Cesar!
Arv. If it be sin to say so, Sir, I yoke me Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ?
In my good brother's fault: I know not why 2 Sen. Ay.
I love this youth; and I have heard you say, Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?
Love's reason's without reason; the bier at With those legions
door, Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say Must be supplyant: The words of your com- My father, not this youth. mission
Bel. O noble strain ! Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
() worthiness of nature ! breed of greatness! Of their despatch.
Cowards father cowards, and base things sire Tri. We will discharge our duty. (Ereunt.
base: ACT IV.
Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and
grace. SCENE 1.—The Forest, near the Cave. I am not their father; yet who this should be, Enter CLOTEN.
Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.
"Tis the ninth hour o'the morn. Clo. I am near to the place where they Arv. Brother, farewell. should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. Imo, I wish ye sport. How fit his garments serve me! Why should Arv. You health.–So please you, Sir. his mistress, who was made by him that made
Imo. (Aside.) These are kind creatures. the tailor, not be fit too? the rather (saving re
Gods, what lies I have heard ! verence of the word) fort 'tis said, a woman's | Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court: fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the Experience, o, thou disprov'st report! [dish, workman. I dare speak it to myself, (for it is the imperioust seas breed monsters; for the not vainglory, for a man and his glass to con- Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. fer; in his own chamber, I mean,) the lines of I am sick still; heart-sick :-Pisanio, my body are as well drawn as his; no less I'll now taste of thy drug. young, more strong, not beneath him in for
* In single combat. + Keep your daily course. * Unsteady, +1. e. Because