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Cymbeline

ACT I

SCENE I. Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.

First GentlemanYou do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods
No more obey the heavens than our courtiers
Still seem as does the king.
Second GentlemanBut what's the matter?
First GentlemanAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 5His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom
He purposed to his wife's sole son — a widow
That late he married — hath referr'd herself
Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded;
Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10Is outward sorrow; though I think the king
Be touch'd at very heart.
Second GentlemanNone but the king?
First GentlemanHe that hath lost her too; so is the queen,
That most desired the match; but not a courtier,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15Although they wear their faces to the bent
Of the king's look's, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowl at.
Second GentlemanAnd why so?
First GentlemanHe that hath miss'd the princess is a thing
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her —
I mean, that married her, alack, good man!
And therefore banish'd — is a creature such
As, to seek through the regions of the earth
For one his like, there would be something failing
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25In him that should compare. I do not think
So fair an outward and such stuff within
Endows a man but he.
Second GentlemanYou speak him far.
First GentlemanI do extend him, sir, within himself,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30Crush him together rather than unfold
His measure duly.
Second GentlemanWhat's his name and birth?
First GentlemanI cannot delve him to the root: his father
Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35Against the Romans with Cassibelan,
But had his titles by Tenantius whom
He served with glory and admired success,
So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus;
And had, besides this gentleman in question,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time
Died with their swords in hand; for which
their father,
Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow
That he quit being, and his gentle lady,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased
As he was born. The king he takes the babe
To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,
Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber,
Puts to him all the learnings that his time
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd,
And in's spring became a harvest, lived in court —
Which rare it is to do — most praised, most loved,
A sample to the youngest, to the more mature
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55A glass that feated them, and to the graver
A child that guided dotards; to his mistress,
For whom he now is banish'd, her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
By her election may be truly read
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60What kind of man he is.
Second GentlemanI honour him
Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,
Is she sole child to the king?
First GentlemanHis only child.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing,
Mark it: the eldest of them at three years old,
I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery
Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge
Which way they went.
Second GentlemanAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 70How long is this ago?
First GentlemanSome twenty years.
Second GentlemanThat a king's children should be so convey'd,
So slackly guarded, and the search so slow,
That could not trace them!
First GentlemanAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 75Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,
Yet is it true, sir.
Second GentlemanI do well believe you.
First GentlemanWe must forbear: here comes the gentleman,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80The queen, and princess.
QUEENNo, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander of most stepmothers,
Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but
Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,
So soon as I can win the offended king,
I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90Your wisdom may inform you.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSPlease your highness,
I will from hence to-day.
QUEENYou know the peril.
I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king
Hath charged you should not speak together.
IMOGENO
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing —
Always reserved my holy duty — what
His rage can do on me: you must be gone;
And I shall here abide the hourly shot
Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105But that there is this jewel in the world
That I may see again.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSMy queen! my mistress!
O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause
To be suspected of more tenderness
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110Than doth become a man. I will remain
The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth:
My residence in Rome at one Philario's,
Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 115And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,
Though ink be made of gall.
QUEENBe brief, I pray you:
If the king come, I shall incur I know not
How much of his displeasure.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 120Yet I'll move him
To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;
Pays dear for my offences.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSShould we be taking leave
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu!
IMOGENNay, stay a little:
Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 130This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSHow, how! another?
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 135And sear up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death!
Remain, remain thou here
While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest,
As I my poor self did exchange for you,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 140To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles
I still win of you: for my sake wear this;
It is a manacle of love; I'll place it
Upon this fairest prisoner.
IMOGENO the gods!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145When shall we see again?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAlack, the king!
CYMBELINEThou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight!
If after this command thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou diest: away!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 150Thou'rt poison to my blood.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThe gods protect you!
And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone.
IMOGENThere cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is.
CYMBELINEAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 155O disloyal thing,
That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st
A year's age on me.
IMOGENI beseech you, sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 160I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.
CYMBELINEPast grace? obedience?
IMOGENPast hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.
CYMBELINEThat mightst have had the sole son of my queen!
IMOGENAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 165O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle,
And did avoid a puttock.
CYMBELINEThou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne
A seat for baseness.
IMOGENNo; I rather added
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170A lustre to it.
CYMBELINEO thou vile one!
IMOGENSir,
It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:
You bred him as my playfellow, and he is
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 175A man worth any woman, overbuys me
Almost the sum he pays.
CYMBELINEWhat, art thou mad?
IMOGENAlmost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were
A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 180Our neighbour shepherd's son!
CYMBELINEThou foolish thing!
They were again together: you have done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her up.
QUEENAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 185Beseech your patience. Peace,
Dear lady daughter, peace! Sweet sovereign,
Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort
Out of your best advice.
CYMBELINENay, let her languish
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 190A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
Die of this folly!
QUEENFie! you must give way.
Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news?
PISANIOMy lord your son drew on my master.
QUEENAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 195Ha!
No harm, I trust, is done?
PISANIOThere might have been,
But that my master rather play'd than fought
And had no help of anger: they were parted
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 200By gentlemen at hand.
QUEENI am very glad on't.
IMOGENYour son's my father's friend; he takes his part.
To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!
I would they were in Afric both together;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 205Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
The goer-back. Why came you from your master?
PISANIOOn his command: he would not suffer me
To bring him to the haven; left these notes
Of what commands I should be subject to,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 210When 't pleased you to employ me.
QUEENThis hath been
Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour
He will remain so.
PISANIOI humbly thank your highness.
QUEENAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 215Pray, walk awhile.
IMOGENAbout some half-hour hence,
I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least
Go see my lord aboard: for this time leave me.

ACT I

SCENE II. The same. A public place.

First LordSir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the
violence of action hath made you reek as a
sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in:
there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
CLOTENAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 5If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?
Second Lord No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.
First LordHurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be
not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
Second Lord His steel was in debt; it went o' the
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10backside the town.
CLOTENThe villain would not stand me.
Second Lord No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
First LordStand you! You have land enough of your own: but
he added to your having; gave you some ground.
Second LordAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 15 As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!
CLOTENI would they had not come between us.
Second Lord So would I, till you had measured how long
a fool you were upon the ground.
CLOTENAnd that she should love this fellow and refuse me!
Second LordAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 20 If it be a sin to make a true election, she
is damned.
First LordSir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen
small reflection of her wit.
Second LordAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 25 She shines not upon fools, lest the
reflection should hurt her.
CLOTENCome, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some
hurt done!
Second Lord I wish not so; unless it had been the fall
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30of an ass, which is no great hurt.
CLOTENYou'll go with us?
First LordI'll attend your lordship.
CLOTENNay, come, let's go together.
Second LordWell, my lord.

ACT I

SCENE III. A room in Cymbeline's palace.

IMOGENI would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven,
And question'dst every sail: if he should write
And not have it, 'twere a paper lost,
As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 5That he spake to thee?
PISANIOIt was his queen, his queen!
IMOGENThen waved his handkerchief?
PISANIOAnd kiss'd it, madam.
IMOGENSenseless Linen! happier therein than I!
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 10And that was all?
PISANIONo, madam; for so long
As he could make me with this eye or ear
Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 15Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mind
Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,
How swift his ship.
IMOGENThou shouldst have made him
As little as a crow, or less, ere left
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 20To after-eye him.
PISANIOMadam, so I did.
IMOGENI would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but
To look upon him, till the diminution
Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 25Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat to air, and then
Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Pisanio,
When shall we hear from him?
PISANIOBe assured, madam,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 30With his next vantage.
IMOGENI did not take my leave of him, but had
Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him
How I would think on him at certain hours
Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 35The shes of Italy should not betray
Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orisons, for then
I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 40Give him that parting kiss which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father
And like the tyrannous breathing of the north
Shakes all our buds from growing.
LadyThe queen, madam,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 45Desires your highness' company.
IMOGENThose things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd.
I will attend the queen.
PISANIOMadam, I shall.

ACT I

SCENE IV. Rome. Philario's house.

IACHIMOBelieve it, sir, I have seen him in Britain: he was
then of a crescent note, expected to prove so worthy
as since he hath been allowed the name of; but I
could then have looked on him without the help of
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 5admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments
had been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items.
PHILARIOYou speak of him when he was less furnished than now
he is with that which makes him both without and within.
FrenchmanI have seen him in France: we had very many there
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 10could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.
IACHIMOThis matter of marrying his king's daughter, wherein
he must be weighed rather by her value than his own,
words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.
FrenchmanAnd then his banishment.
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 15Ay, and the approbation of those that weep this
lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully
to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment,
which else an easy battery might lay flat, for
taking a beggar without less quality. But how comes
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 20it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps
acquaintance?
PHILARIOHis father and I were soldiers together; to whom I
have been often bound for no less than my life.
Here comes the Briton: let him be so entertained
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 25amongst you as suits, with gentlemen of your
knowing, to a stranger of his quality.
I beseech you all, be better known to this
gentleman; whom I commend to you as a noble friend
of mine: how worthy he is I will leave to appear
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 30hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing.
FrenchmanSir, we have known together in Orleans.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSSince when I have been debtor to you for courtesies,
which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still.
FrenchmanSir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: I was glad I
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 35did atone my countryman and you; it had been pity
you should have been put together with so mortal a
purpose as then each bore, upon importance of so
slight and trivial a nature.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSBy your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller;
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 40rather shunned to go even with what I heard than in
my every action to be guided by others' experiences:
but upon my mended judgment — if I offend not to say
it is mended — my quarrel was not altogether slight.
Frenchman'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrement of swords,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 45and by such two that would by all likelihood have
confounded one the other, or have fallen both.
IACHIMOCan we, with manners, ask what was the difference?
FrenchmanSafely, I think: 'twas a contention in public,
which may, without contradiction, suffer the report.
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 50It was much like an argument that fell out last
night, where each of us fell in praise of our
country mistresses; this gentleman at that time
vouching — and upon warrant of bloody
affirmation — his to be more fair, virtuous, wise,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 55chaste, constant-qualified and less attemptable
than any the rarest of our ladies in France.
IACHIMOThat lady is not now living, or this gentleman's
opinion by this worn out.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSShe holds her virtue still and I my mind.
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 60You must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of Italy.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSBeing so far provoked as I was in France, I would
abate her nothing, though I profess myself her
adorer, not her friend.
IACHIMOAs fair and as good — a kind of hand-in-hand
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 65comparison — had been something too fair and too good
for any lady in Britain. If she went before others
I have seen, as that diamond of yours outlustres
many I have beheld. I could not but believe she
excelled many: but I have not seen the most
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 70precious diamond that is, nor you the lady.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI praised her as I rated her: so do I my stone.
IACHIMOWhat do you esteem it at?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSMore than the world enjoys.
IACHIMOEither your unparagoned mistress is dead, or she's
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 75outprized by a trifle.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYou are mistaken: the one may be sold, or given, if
there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit
for the gift: the other is not a thing for sale,
and only the gift of the gods.
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 80Which the gods have given you?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSWhich, by their graces, I will keep.
IACHIMOYou may wear her in title yours: but, you know,
strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your
ring may be stolen too: so your brace of unprizable
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 85estimations; the one is but frail and the other
casual; a cunning thief, or a that way accomplished
courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYour Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier
to convince the honour of my mistress, if, in the
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 90holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do
nothing doubt you have store of thieves;
notwithstanding, I fear not my ring.
PHILARIOLet us leave here, gentlemen.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSSir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 95thank him, makes no stranger of me; we are familiar at first.
IACHIMOWith five times so much conversation, I should get
ground of your fair mistress, make her go back, even
to the yielding, had I admittance and opportunity to friend.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNo, no.
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 100I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to
your ring; which, in my opinion, o'ervalues it
something: but I make my wager rather against your
confidence than her reputation: and, to bar your
offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 105lady in the world.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYou are a great deal abused in too bold a
persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're
worthy of by your attempt.
IACHIMOWhat's that?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 110A repulse: though your attempt, as you call it,
deserve more; a punishment too.
PHILARIOGentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly;
let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be
better acquainted.
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 115Would I had put my estate and my neighbour's on the
approbation of what I have spoke!
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSWhat lady would you choose to assail?
IACHIMOYours; whom in constancy you think stands so safe.
I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 120that, commend me to the court where your lady is,
with no more advantage than the opportunity of a
second conference, and I will bring from thence
that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 125I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it.
IACHIMOYou are afraid, and therein the wiser. If you buy
ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot
preserve it from tainting: but I see you have some
religion in you, that you fear.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 130This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a
graver purpose, I hope.
IACHIMOI am the master of my speeches, and would undergo
what's spoken, I swear.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSWill you? I shall but lend my diamond till your
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 135return: let there be covenants drawn between's: my
mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your
unworthy thinking: I dare you to this match: here's my ring.
PHILARIOI will have it no lay.
IACHIMOBy the gods, it is one. If I bring you no
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 140sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest
bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats
are yours; so is your diamond too: if I come off,
and leave her in such honour as you have trust in,
she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 145yours: provided I have your commendation for my more
free entertainment.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI embrace these conditions; let us have articles
betwixt us. Only, thus far you shall answer: if
you make your voyage upon her and give me directly
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 150to understand you have prevailed, I am no further
your enemy; she is not worth our debate: if she
remain unseduced, you not making it appear
otherwise, for your ill opinion and the assault you
have made to her chastity you shall answer me with
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 155your sword.
IACHIMOYour hand; a covenant: we will have these things set
down by lawful counsel, and straight away for
Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and
starve: I will fetch my gold and have our two
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 160wagers recorded.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAgreed.
FrenchmanWill this hold, think you?
PHILARIOSignior Iachimo will not from it.
Pray, let us follow 'em.

ACT I

SCENE V. Britain. A room in Cymbeline's palace.

QUEENWhiles yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers;
Make haste: who has the note of them?
First LadyI, madam.
QUEENDispatch.
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 5Now, master doctor, have you brought those drugs?
CORNELIUSPleaseth your highness, ay: here they are, madam:
But I beseech your grace, without offence, —
My conscience bids me ask — wherefore you have
Commanded of me those most poisonous compounds,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 10Which are the movers of a languishing death;
But though slow, deadly?
QUEENI wonder, doctor,
Thou ask'st me such a question. Have I not been
Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 15To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so
That our great king himself doth woo me oft
For my confections? Having thus far proceeded, —
Unless thou think'st me devilish — is't not meet
That I did amplify my judgment in
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 20Other conclusions? I will try the forces
Of these thy compounds on such creatures as
We count not worth the hanging, but none human,
To try the vigour of them and apply
Allayments to their act, and by them gather
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 25Their several virtues and effects.
CORNELIUSYour highness
Shall from this practise but make hard your heart:
Besides, the seeing these effects will be
Both noisome and infectious.
QUEENAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 30O, content thee.
Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him
Will I first work: he's for his master,
An enemy to my son. How now, Pisanio!
Doctor, your service for this time is ended;
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 35Take your own way.
CORNELIUS I do suspect you, madam;
But you shall do no harm.
QUEEN Hark thee, a word.
CORNELIUS I do not like her. She doth think she has
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 40Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,
And will not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damn'd nature. Those she has
Will stupefy and dull the sense awhile;
Which first, perchance, she'll prove on
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 45cats and dogs,
Then afterward up higher: but there is
No danger in what show of death it makes,
More than the locking-up the spirits a time,
To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 50With a most false effect; and I the truer,
So to be false with her.
QUEENNo further service, doctor,
Until I send for thee.
CORNELIUSI humbly take my leave.
QUEENAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 55Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou think in time
She will not quench and let instructions enter
Where folly now possesses? Do thou work:
When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son,
I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 60As great as is thy master, greater, for
His fortunes all lie speechless and his name
Is at last gasp: return he cannot, nor
Continue where he is: to shift his being
Is to exchange one misery with another,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 65And every day that comes comes to decay
A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect,
To be depender on a thing that leans,
Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends,
So much as but to prop him?
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 70Thou takest up
Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour:
It is a thing I made, which hath the king
Five times redeem'd from death: I do not know
What is more cordial. Nay, I prethee, take it;
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 75It is an earnest of a further good
That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
The case stands with her; do't as from thyself.
Think what a chance thou changest on, but think
Thou hast thy mistress still, to boot, my son,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 80Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the king
To any shape of thy preferment such
As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly,
That set thee on to this desert, am bound
To load thy merit richly. Call my women:
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 85Think on my words.
A sly and constant knave,
Not to be shaked; the agent for his master
And the remembrancer of her to hold
The hand-fast to her lord. I have given him that
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 90Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
Of liegers for her sweet, and which she after,
Except she bend her humour, shall be assured
To taste of too.
So, so: well done, well done:
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 95The violets, cowslips, and the primroses,
Bear to my closet. Fare thee well, Pisanio;
Think on my words.
PISANIOAnd shall do:
But when to my good lord I prove untrue,
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 100I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you.

ACT I

SCENE VI. The same. Another room in the palace.

IMOGENA father cruel, and a step-dame false;
A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,
That hath her husband banish'd; — O, that husband!
My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 5Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol'n,
As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
Is the desire that's glorious: blest be those,
How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!
PISANIOAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 10Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome,
Comes from my lord with letters.
IACHIMOChange you, madam?
The worthy Leonatus is in safety
And greets your highness dearly.
IMOGENAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 15Thanks, good sir:
You're kindly welcome.
IACHIMO All of her that is out of door most rich!
If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare,
She is alone the Arabian bird, and I
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 20Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend!
Arm me, audacity, from head to foot!
Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight;
Rather directly fly.
IMOGEN 'He is one of the noblest note, to whose
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 25kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon
him accordingly, as you value your trust —
LEONATUS.'
So far I read aloud:
But even the very middle of my heart
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 30Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully.
You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
Have words to bid you, and shall find it so
In all that I can do.
IACHIMOThanks, fairest lady.
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 35What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes
To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop
Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
The fiery orbs above and the twinn'd stones
Upon the number'd beach? and can we not
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 40Partition make with spectacles so precious
'Twixt fair and foul?
IMOGENWhat makes your admiration?
IACHIMOIt cannot be i' the eye, for apes and monkeys
'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 45Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judgment,
For idiots in this case of favour would
Be wisely definite; nor i' the appetite;
Sluttery to such neat excellence opposed
Should make desire vomit emptiness,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 50Not so allured to feed.
IMOGENWhat is the matter, trow?
IACHIMOThe cloyed will,
That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub
Both fill'd and running, ravening first the lamb
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 55Longs after for the garbage.
IMOGENWhat, dear sir,
Thus raps you? Are you well?
IACHIMOThanks, madam; well.
Beseech you, sir, desire
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 60My man's abode where I did leave him: he
Is strange and peevish.
PISANIOI was going, sir,
To give him welcome.
IMOGENContinues well my lord? His health, beseech you?
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 65Well, madam.
IMOGENIs he disposed to mirth? I hope he is.
IACHIMOExceeding pleasant; none a stranger there
So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd
The Briton reveller.
IMOGENAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 70When he was here,
He did incline to sadness, and oft-times
Not knowing why.
IACHIMOI never saw him sad.
There is a Frenchman his companion, one
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 75An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves
A Gallian girl at home; he furnaces
The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly Briton —
Your lord, I mean — laughs from's free lungs, cries 'O,
Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knows
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 80By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be, will his free hours languish for
Assured bondage?'
IMOGENWill my lord say so?
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 85Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter:
It is a recreation to be by
And hear him mock the Frenchman. But, heavens know,
Some men are much to blame.
IMOGENNot he, I hope.
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 90Not he: but yet heaven's bounty towards him might
Be used more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much;
In you, which I account his beyond all talents,
Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too.
IMOGENAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 95What do you pity, sir?
IACHIMOTwo creatures heartily.
IMOGENAm I one, sir?
You look on me: what wreck discern you in me
Deserves your pity?
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 100Lamentable! What,
To hide me from the radiant sun and solace
I' the dungeon by a snuff?
IMOGENI pray you, sir,
Deliver with more openness your answers
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 105To my demands. Why do you pity me?
IACHIMOThat others do —
I was about to say — enjoy your — But
It is an office of the gods to venge it,
Not mine to speak on 't.
IMOGENAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 110You do seem to know
Something of me, or what concerns me: pray you, —
Since doubling things go ill often hurts more
Than to be sure they do; for certainties
Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 115The remedy then born — discover to me
What both you spur and stop.
IACHIMOHad I this cheek
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 120To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fixing it only here; should I, damn'd then,
Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 125Made hard with hourly falsehood — falsehood, as
With labour; then by-peeping in an eye
Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit
That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 130Encounter such revolt.
IMOGENMy lord, I fear,
Has forgot Britain.
IACHIMOAnd himself. Not I,
Inclined to this intelligence, pronounce
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 135The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces
That from pay mutest conscience to my tongue
Charms this report out.
IMOGENLet me hear no more.
IACHIMOO dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 140With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady
So fair, and fasten'd to an empery,
Would make the great'st king double, — to be partner'd
With tomboys hired with that self-exhibition
Which your own coffers yield! with diseased ventures
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 145That play with all infirmities for gold
Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff
As well might poison poison! Be revenged;
Or she that bore you was no queen, and you
Recoil from your great stock.
IMOGENAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 150Revenged!
How should I be revenged? If this be true, —
As I have such a heart that both mine ears
Must not in haste abuse — if it be true,
How should I be revenged?
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 155Should he make me
Live, like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets,
Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps,
In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it.
I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 160More noble than that runagate to your bed,
And will continue fast to your affection,
Still close as sure.
IMOGENWhat, ho, Pisanio!
IACHIMOLet me my service tender on your lips.
IMOGENAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 165Away! I do condemn mine ears that have
So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,
Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
For such an end thou seek'st, — as base as strange.
Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 170From thy report as thou from honour, and
Solicit'st here a lady that disdains
Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!
The king my father shall be made acquainted
Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 175A saucy stranger in his court to mart
As in a Romish stew and to expound
His beastly mind to us, he hath a court
He little cares for and a daughter who
He not respects at all. What, ho, Pisanio!
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 180O happy Leonatus! I may say
The credit that thy lady hath of thee
Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodness
Her assured credit. Blessed live you long!
A lady to the worthiest sir that ever
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 185Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only
For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon.
I have spoke this, to know if your affiance
Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord,
That which he is, new o'er: and he is one
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 190The truest manner'd; such a holy witch
That he enchants societies into him;
Half all men's hearts are his.
IMOGENYou make amends.
IACHIMOHe sits 'mongst men like a descended god:
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 195He hath a kind of honour sets him off,
More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
Most mighty princess, that I have adventured
To try your taking a false report; which hath
Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 200In the election of a sir so rare,
Which you know cannot err: the love I bear him
Made me to fan you thus, but the gods made you,
Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon.
IMOGENAll's well, sir: take my power i' the court
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 205for yours.
IACHIMOMy humble thanks. I had almost forgot
To entreat your grace but in a small request,
And yet of moment to, for it concerns
Your lord; myself and other noble friends,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 210Are partners in the business.
IMOGENPray, what is't?
IACHIMOSome dozen Romans of us and your lord —
The best feather of our wing — have mingled sums
To buy a present for the emperor
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 215Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
In France: 'tis plate of rare device, and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form; their values great;
And I am something curious, being strange,
To have them in safe stowage: may it please you
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 220To take them in protection?
IMOGENWillingly;
And pawn mine honour for their safety: since
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
In my bedchamber.
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 225They are in a trunk,
Attended by my men: I will make bold
To send them to you, only for this night;
I must aboard to-morrow.
IMOGENO, no, no.
IACHIMOAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 230Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word
By lengthening my return. From Gallia
I cross'd the seas on purpose and on promise
To see your grace.
IMOGENI thank you for your pains:
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 235But not away to-morrow!
IACHIMOO, I must, madam:
Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night:
I have outstood my time; which is material
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 240To the tender of our present.
IMOGENI will write.
Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.

ACT II

SCENE I. Britain. Before Cymbeline's palace.

CLOTENWas there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the
jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a
hundred pound on't: and then a whoreson jackanapes
must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 5oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.
First LordWhat got he by that? You have broke his pate with
your bowl.
Second Lord If his wit had been like him that broke it,
it would have run all out.
CLOTENAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 10When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for
any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?
Second LordNo my lord;
nor crop the ears of them.
CLOTENWhoreson dog! I give him satisfaction?
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 15Would he had been one of my rank!
Second Lord To have smelt like a fool.
CLOTENI am not vexed more at any thing in the earth: a
pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am;
they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 20mother: every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of
fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that
nobody can match.
Second Lord You are cock and capon too; and you crow,
cock, with your comb on.
CLOTENAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 25Sayest thou?
Second LordIt is not fit your lordship should undertake every
companion that you give offence to.
CLOTENNo, I know that: but it is fit I should commit
offence to my inferiors.
Second LordAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 30Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.
CLOTENWhy, so I say.
First LordDid you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?
CLOTENA stranger, and I not know on't!
Second Lord He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35not.
First LordThere's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of
Leonatus' friends.
CLOTENLeonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another,
whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
First LordAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 40One of your lordship's pages.
CLOTENIs it fit I went to look upon him? is there no
derogation in't?
Second LordYou cannot derogate, my lord.
CLOTENNot easily, I think.
Second LordAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 45 You are a fool granted; therefore your
issues, being foolish, do not derogate.
CLOTENCome, I'll go see this Italian: what I have lost
to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.
Second LordI'll attend your lordship.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 50That such a crafty devil as is his mother
Should yield the world this ass! a woman that
Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 55Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest,
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 60Of the divorce he'ld make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked
That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land!

ACT II

SCENE II. Imogen's bedchamber in Cymbeline's palace: a trunk in one corner of it.

IMOGENWho's there? my woman Helen?
LadyPlease you, madam
IMOGENWhat hour is it?
LadyAlmost midnight, madam.
IMOGENAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 5I have read three hours then: mine eyes are weak:
Fold down the leaf where I have left: to bed:
Take not away the taper, leave it burning;
And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock,
I prithee, call me. Sleep hath seized me wholly
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10To your protection I commend me, gods.
From fairies and the tempters of the night
Guard me, beseech ye.
IACHIMOThe crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense
Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily,
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 20How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the taper
Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids,
To see the enclosed lights, now canopied
Under these windows, white and azure laced
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design,
To note the chamber: I will write all down:
Such and such pictures; there the window; such
The adornment of her bed; the arras; figures,
Why, such and such; and the contents o' the story.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify, to enrich mine inventory.
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
And be her sense but as a monument,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 35Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off:
As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard!
'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
As strongly as the conscience does within,
To the madding of her lord. On her left breast
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
I' the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher,
Stronger than ever law could make: this secret
Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en
The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end?
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45Why should I write this down, that's riveted,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down
Where Philomel gave up. I have enough:
To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning
May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear;
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.
One, two, three: time, time!

ACT II

Scene III An ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's apartments.

First LordYour lordship is the most patient man in loss, the
most coldest that ever turned up ace.
CLOTENIt would make any man cold to lose.
First LordBut not every man patient after the noble temper of
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win.
CLOTENWinning will put any man into courage. If I could
get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough.
It's almost morning, is't not?
First LordDay, my lord.
CLOTENAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 10I would this music would come: I am advised to give
her music o' mornings; they say it will penetrate.
Come on; tune: if you can penetrate her with your
fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if none
will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 15First, a very excellent good-conceited thing;
after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich
words to it: and then let her consider.
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 20His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With every thing that pretty is,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 25My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise.
CLOTENSo, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will
consider your music the better: if it do not, it is
a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs and
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 30calves'-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to
boot, can never amend.
Second LordHere comes the king.
CLOTENI am glad I was up so late; for that's the reason I
was up so early: he cannot choose but take this
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 35service I have done fatherly.
Good morrow to your majesty and to my gracious mother.
CYMBELINEAttend you here the door of our stern daughter?
Will she not forth?
CLOTENI have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice.
CYMBELINEAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 40The exile of her minion is too new;
She hath not yet forgot him: some more time
Must wear the print of his remembrance out,
And then she's yours.
QUEENYou are most bound to the king,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 45Who lets go by no vantages that may
Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself
To orderly soliciting, and be friended
With aptness of the season; make denials
Increase your services; so seem as if
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 50You were inspired to do those duties which
You tender to her; that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senseless.
CLOTENSenseless! not so.
MessengerAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 55So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome;
The one is Caius Lucius.
CYMBELINEA worthy fellow,
Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
But that's no fault of his: we must receive him
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 60According to the honour of his sender;
And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us,
We must extend our notice. Our dear son,
When you have given good morning to your mistress,
Attend the queen and us; we shall have need
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 65To employ you towards this Roman. Come, our queen.
CLOTENIf she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,
Let her lie still and dream.
By your leave, ho!
I Know her women are about her: what
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 70If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 75Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man: what
Can it not do and undo? I will make
One of her women lawyer to me, for
I yet not understand the case myself.
By your leave.
LadyAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 80Who's there that knocks?
CLOTENA gentleman.
LadyNo more?
CLOTENYes, and a gentlewoman's son.
LadyThat's more
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 85Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,
Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?
CLOTENYour lady's person: is she ready?
LadyAy,
To keep her chamber.
CLOTENAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 90There is gold for you;
Sell me your good report.
LadyHow! my good name? or to report of you
What I shall think is good? — The princess!
CLOTENGood morrow, fairest: sister, your sweet hand.
IMOGENAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 95Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains
For purchasing but trouble; the thanks I give
Is telling you that I am poor of thanks
And scarce can spare them.
CLOTENStill, I swear I love you.
IMOGENAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 100If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:
If you swear still, your recompense is still
That I regard it not.
CLOTENThis is no answer.
IMOGENBut that you shall not say I yield being silent,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 105I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: 'faith,
I shall unfold equal discourtesy
To your best kindness: one of your great knowing
Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
CLOTENTo leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 110I will not.
IMOGENFools are not mad folks.
CLOTENDo you call me fool?
IMOGENAs I am mad, I do:
If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 115That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,
You put me to forget a lady's manners,
By being so verbal: and learn now, for all,
That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce,
By the very truth of it, I care not for you,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 120And am so near the lack of charity —
To accuse myself — I hate you; which I had rather
You felt than make't my boast.
CLOTENYou sin against
Obedience, which you owe your father. For
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 125The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
One bred of alms and foster'd with cold dishes,
With scraps o' the court, it is no contract, none:
And though it be allow'd in meaner parties —
Yet who than he more mean? — to knit their souls,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 130On whom there is no more dependency
But brats and beggary, in self-figured knot;
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by
The consequence o' the crown, and must not soil
The precious note of it with a base slave.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 135A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,
A pantler, not so eminent.
IMOGENProfane fellow
Wert thou the son of Jupiter and no more
But what thou art besides, thou wert too base
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 140To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough,
Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues, to be styled
The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated
For being preferred so well.
CLOTENAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 145The south-fog rot him!
IMOGENHe never can meet more mischance than come
To be but named of thee. His meanest garment,
That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer
In my respect than all the hairs above thee,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 150Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio!
CLOTEN'His garment!' Now the devil —
IMOGENTo Dorothy my woman hie thee presently —
CLOTEN'His garment!'
IMOGENI am sprited with a fool.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 155Frighted, and anger'd worse: go bid my woman
Search for a jewel that too casually
Hath left mine arm: it was thy master's: 'shrew me,
If I would lose it for a revenue
Of any king's in Europe. I do think
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 160I saw't this morning: confident I am
Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:
I hope it be not gone to tell my lord
That I kiss aught but he.
PISANIO'Twill not be lost.
IMOGENAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 165I hope so: go and search.
CLOTENYou have abused me:
'His meanest garment!'
IMOGENAy, I said so, sir:
If you will make't an action, call witness to't.
CLOTENAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 170I will inform your father.
IMOGENYour mother too:
She's my good lady, and will conceive, I hope,
But the worst of me. So, I leave you, sir,
To the worst of discontent.
CLOTENAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 175I'll be revenged:
'His meanest garment!' Well.

ACT II

SCENE IV. Rome. Philario's house.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUSFear it not, sir: I would I were so sure
To win the king as I am bold her honour
Will remain hers.
PHILARIOWhat means do you make to him?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 5Not any, but abide the change of time,
Quake in the present winter's state and wish
That warmer days would come: in these sear'd hopes,
I barely gratify your love; they failing,
I must die much your debtor.
PHILARIOAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 10Your very goodness and your company
O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king
Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius
Will do's commission throughly: and I think
He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 15Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance
Is yet fresh in their grief.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI do believe,
Statist though I am none, nor like to be,
That this will prove a war; and you shall hear
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 20The legions now in Gallia sooner landed
In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings
Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen
Are men more order'd than when Julius Caesar
Smiled at their lack of skill, but found
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 25their courage
Worthy his frowning at: their discipline,
Now mingled with their courages, will make known
To their approvers they are people such
That mend upon the world.
PHILARIOAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 30See! Iachimo!
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThe swiftest harts have posted you by land;
And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails,
To make your vessel nimble.
PHILARIOWelcome, sir.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 35I hope the briefness of your answer made
The speediness of your return.
IACHIMOYour lady
Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAnd therewithal the best; or let her beauty
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 40Look through a casement to allure false hearts
And be false with them.
IACHIMOHere are letters for you.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSTheir tenor good, I trust.
IACHIMO'Tis very like.
PHILARIOAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 45Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court
When you were there?
IACHIMOHe was expected then,
But not approach'd.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAll is well yet.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 50Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not
Too dull for your good wearing?
IACHIMOIf I had lost it,
I should have lost the worth of it in gold.
I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 55A second night of such sweet shortness which
Was mine in Britain, for the ring is won.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThe stone's too hard to come by.
IACHIMONot a whit,
Your lady being so easy.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 60Make not, sir,
Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we
Must not continue friends.
IACHIMOGood sir, we must,
If you keep covenant. Had I not brought
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 65The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant
We were to question further: but I now
Profess myself the winner of her honour,
Together with your ring; and not the wronger
Of her or you, having proceeded but
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 70By both your wills.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSIf you can make't apparent
That you have tasted her in bed, my hand
And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion
You had of her pure honour gains or loses
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 75Your sword or mine, or masterless leaves both
To who shall find them.
IACHIMOSir, my circumstances,
Being so near the truth as I will make them,
Must first induce you to believe: whose strength
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 80I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not,
You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find
You need it not.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSProceed.
IACHIMOFirst, her bedchamber, —
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 85Where, I confess, I slept not, but profess
Had that was well worth watching — it was hang'd
With tapesty of silk and silver; the story
Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,
And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 90The press of boats or pride: a piece of work
So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
In workmanship and value; which I wonder'd
Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,
Since the true life on't was —
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 95This is true;
And this you might have heard of here, by me,
Or by some other.
IACHIMOMore particulars
Must justify my knowledge.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 100So they must,
Or do your honour injury.
IACHIMOThe chimney
Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece
Chaste Dian bathing: never saw I figures
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 105So likely to report themselves: the cutter
Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her,
Motion and breath left out.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThis is a thing
Which you might from relation likewise reap,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 110Being, as it is, much spoke of.
IACHIMOThe roof o' the chamber
With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons —
I had forgot them — were two winking Cupids
Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 115Depending on their brands.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThis is her honour!
Let it be granted you have seen all this — and praise
Be given to your remembrance — the description
Of what is in her chamber nothing saves
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 120The wager you have laid.
IACHIMOThen, if you can,
Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel; see!
And now 'tis up again: it must be married
To that your diamond; I'll keep them.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 125Jove!
Once more let me behold it: is it that
Which I left with her?
IACHIMOSir — I thank her — that:
She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 130Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me, and said
She prized it once.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSMay be she pluck'd it off
To send it me.
IACHIMOAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 135She writes so to you, doth she?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSO, no, no, no! 'tis true. Here, take this too;
It is a basilisk unto mine eye,
Kills me to look on't. Let there be no honour
Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 140Where there's another man: the vows of women
Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,
Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing.
O, above measure false!
PHILARIOHave patience, sir,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 145And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won:
It may be probable she lost it; or
Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted,
Hath stol'n it from her?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSVery true;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 150And so, I hope, he came by't. Back my ring:
Render to me some corporal sign about her,
More evident than this; for this was stolen.
IACHIMOBy Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSHark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 155'Tis true: — nay, keep the ring — 'tis true: I am sure
She would not lose it: her attendants are
All sworn and honourable: — they induced to steal it!
And by a stranger! — No, he hath enjoyed her:
The cognizance of her incontinency
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 160Is this: she hath bought the name of whore
thus dearly.
There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell
Divide themselves between you!
PHILARIOSir, be patient:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 165This is not strong enough to be believed
Of one persuaded well of —
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNever talk on't;
She hath been colted by him.
IACHIMOIf you seek
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 170For further satisfying, under her breast —
Worthy the pressing — lies a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging: by my life,
I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger
To feed again, though full. You do remember
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 175This stain upon her?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAy, and it doth confirm
Another stain, as big as hell can hold,
Were there no more but it.
IACHIMOWill you hear more?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 180Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns;
Once, and a million!
IACHIMOI'll be sworn —
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNo swearing.
If you will swear you have not done't, you lie;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 185And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny
Thou'st made me cuckold.
IACHIMOI'll deny nothing.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSO, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal!
I will go there and do't, i' the court, before
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 190Her father. I'll do something —
PHILARIOQuite besides
The government of patience! You have won:
Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath
He hath against himself.
IACHIMOAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 195With an my heart.

ACT II

SCENE V. Another room in Philario's house.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUSIs there no way for men to be but women
Must be half-workers? We are all bastards;
And that most venerable man which I
Did call my father, was I know not where
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 5When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd
The Dian of that time so doth my wife
The nonpareil of this. O, vengeance, vengeance!
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 10And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with
A pudency so rosy the sweet view on't
Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her
As chaste as unsunn'd snow. O, all the devils!
This yellow Iachimo, in an hour, — wast not? —
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 15Or less, — at first? — perchance he spoke not, but,
Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one,
Cried 'O!' and mounted; found no opposition
But what he look'd for should oppose and she
Should from encounter guard. Could I find out
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 20The woman's part in me! For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 25Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longing, slanders, mutability,
All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part or all; but rather, all;
For even to vice
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 30They are not constant but are changing still
One vice, but of a minute old, for one
Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,
Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate, to pray they have their will:
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 35The very devils cannot plague them better.

ACT III

SCENE I. Britain. A hall in Cymbeline's palace.

CYMBELINENow say, what would Augustus Caesar with us?
CAIUS LUCIUSWhen Julius Caesar, whose remembrance yet
Lives in men's eyes and will to ears and tongues
Be theme and hearing ever, was in this Britain
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, —
Famous in Caesar's praises, no whit less
Than in his feats deserving it — for him
And his succession granted Rome a tribute,
Yearly three thousand pounds, which by thee lately
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10Is left untender'd.
QUEENAnd, to kill the marvel,
Shall be so ever.
CLOTENThere be many Caesars,
Ere such another Julius. Britain is
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 15A world by itself; and we will nothing pay
For wearing our own noses.
QUEENThat opportunity
Which then they had to take from 's, to resume
We have again. Remember, sir, my liege,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20The kings your ancestors, together with
The natural bravery of your isle, which stands
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
With rocks unscalable and roaring waters,
With sands that will not bear your enemies' boats,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 25But suck them up to the topmast. A kind of conquest
Caesar made here; but made not here his brag
Of 'Came' and 'saw' and 'overcame: ' with shame —
That first that ever touch'd him — he was carried
From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping —
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 30Poor ignorant baubles! — upon our terrible seas,
Like egg-shells moved upon their surges, crack'd
As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof
The famed Cassibelan, who was once at point —
O giglot fortune! — to master Caesar's sword,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 35Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright
And Britons strut with courage.
CLOTENCome, there's no more tribute to be paid: our
kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and,
as I said, there is no moe such Caesars: other of
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 40them may have crook'd noses, but to owe such
straight arms, none.
CYMBELINESon, let your mother end.
CLOTENWe have yet many among us can gripe as hard as
Cassibelan: I do not say I am one; but I have a
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 45hand. Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If
Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or
put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute
for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now.
CYMBELINEYou must know,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50Till the injurious Romans did extort
This tribute from us, we were free:
Caesar's ambition,
Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch
The sides o' the world, against all colour here
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 55Did put the yoke upon 's; which to shake off
Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
Ourselves to be.
CLOTENWe do.
CYMBELINESay, then, to Caesar,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 60Our ancestor was that Mulmutius which
Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword of Caesar
Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry: Mulmutius made our laws,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 65Who was the first of Britain which did put
His brows within a golden crown and call'd
Himself a king.
CAIUS LUCIUSI am sorry, Cymbeline,
That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar —
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 70Caesar, that hath more kings his servants than
Thyself domestic officers — thine enemy:
Receive it from me, then: war and confusion
In Caesar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look
For fury not to be resisted. Thus defied,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 75I thank thee for myself.
CYMBELINEThou art welcome, Caius.
Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him; of him I gather'd honour;
Which he to seek of me again, perforce,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 80Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for
Their liberties are now in arms; a precedent
Which not to read would show the Britons cold:
So Caesar shall not find them.
CAIUS LUCIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 85Let proof speak.
CLOTENHis majesty bids you welcome. Make
pastime with us a day or two, or longer: if
you seek us afterwards in other terms, you
shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 90beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in
the adventure, our crows shall fare the better
for you; and there's an end.
CAIUS LUCIUSSo, sir.
CYMBELINEI know your master's pleasure and he mine:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 95All the remain is 'Welcome!'

ACT III

SCENE II. Another room in the palace.

PISANIOHow? of adultery? Wherefore write you not
What monster's her accuser? Leonatus,
O master! what a strange infection
Is fall'n into thy ear! What false Italian,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5As poisonous-tongued as handed, hath prevail'd
On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal! No:
She's punish'd for her truth, and undergoes,
More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
As would take in some virtue. O my master!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 10Thy mind to her is now as low as were
Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her?
Upon the love and truth and vows which I
Have made to thy command? I, her? her blood?
If it be so to do good service, never
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 15Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanity
so much as this fact comes to?
'Do't: the letter
that I have sent her, by her own command
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20Shall give thee opportunity.' O damn'd paper!
Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble,
Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st
So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.
I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
IMOGENAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 25How now, Pisanio!
PISANIOMadam, here is a letter from my lord.
IMOGENWho? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus!
O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer
That knew the stars as I his characters;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 30He'ld lay the future open. You good gods,
Let what is here contain'd relish of love,
Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not
That we two are asunder; let that grieve him:
Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 35For it doth physic love: of his content,
All but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Blest be
You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers
And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike:
Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 40You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods!
'Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me
in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as
you, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me
with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of
this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all
happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your,
increasing in love,
LEONATUS POSTHUMUS.'
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 50O, for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio?
He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not I
Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio, —
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 55Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st, —
let me bate,-but not like me — yet long'st,
But in a fainter kind: — O, not like me;
For mine's beyond beyond — say, and speak thick;
Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 60To the smothering of the sense — how far it is
To this same blessed Milford: and by the way
Tell me how Wales was made so happy as
To inherit such a haven: but first of all,
How we may steal from hence, and for the gap
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 65That we shall make in time, from our hence-going
And our return, to excuse: but first, how get hence:
Why should excuse be born or e'er begot?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak,
How many score of miles may we well ride
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 70'Twixt hour and hour?
PISANIOOne score 'twixt sun and sun,
Madam, 's enough for you:
and too much too.
IMOGENWhy, one that rode to's execution, man,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75Could never go so slow: I have heard of
riding wagers,
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery:
Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 80She'll home to her father: and provide me presently
A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit
A franklin's housewife.
PISANIOMadam, you're best consider.
IMOGENI see before me, man: nor here, nor here,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 85Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them,
That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee;
Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say,
Accessible is none but Milford way.

ACT III

SCENE III. Wales: a mountainous country with a cave.

BELARIUSA goodly day not to keep house, with such
Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys; this gate
Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you
To a morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 5Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious turbans on, without
Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven!
We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly
As prouder livers do.
GUIDERIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 10Hail, heaven!
ARVIRAGUSHail, heaven!
BELARIUSNow for our mountain sport: up to yond hill;
Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider,
When you above perceive me like a crow,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 15That it is place which lessens and sets off;
And you may then revolve what tales I have told you
Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war:
This service is not service, so being done,
But being so allow'd: to apprehend thus,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 20Draws us a profit from all things we see;
And often, to our comfort, shall we find
The sharded beetle in a safer hold
Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life
Is nobler than attending for a cheque,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 25Richer than doing nothing for a bauble,
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk:
Such gain the cap of him that makes 'em fine,
Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours.
GUIDERIUSOut of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 30Have never wing'd from view o' the nest, nor know not
What air's from home. Haply this life is best,
If quiet life be best; sweeter to you
That have a sharper known; well corresponding
With your stiff age: but unto us it is
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 35A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed;
A prison for a debtor, that not dares
To stride a limit.
ARVIRAGUSWhat should we speak of
When we are old as you? when we shall hear
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 40The rain and wind beat dark December, how,
In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse
The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing;
We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey,
Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 45Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage
We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,
And sing our bondage freely.
BELARIUSHow you speak!
Did you but know the city's usuries
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 50And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court
As hard to leave as keep; whose top to climb
Is certain falling, or so slippery that
The fear's as bad as falling; the toil o' the war,
A pain that only seems to seek out danger
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 55I' the name of fame and honour; which dies i'
the search,
And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph
As record of fair act; nay, many times,
Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 60Must court'sy at the censure: — O boys, this story
The world may read in me: my body's mark'd
With Roman swords, and my report was once
First with the best of note: Cymbeline loved me,
And when a soldier was the theme, my name
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 65Was not far off: then was I as a tree
Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night,
A storm or robbery, call it what you will,
Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,
And left me bare to weather.
GUIDERIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 70Uncertain favour!
BELARIUSMy fault being nothing — as I have told you oft —
But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd
Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline
I was confederate with the Romans: so
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 75Follow'd my banishment, and this twenty years
This rock and these demesnes have been my world;
Where I have lived at honest freedom, paid
More pious debts to heaven than in all
The fore-end of my time. But up to the mountains!
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 80This is not hunters' language: he that strikes
The venison first shall be the lord o' the feast;
To him the other two shall minister;
And we will fear no poison, which attends
In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 85How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!
These boys know little they are sons to the king;
Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive.
They think they are mine; and though train'd
up thus meanly
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 90I' the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit
The roofs of palaces, and nature prompts them
In simple and low things to prince it much
Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,
The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, who
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 95The king his father call'd Guiderius, — Jove!
When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell
The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out
Into my story: say 'Thus, mine enemy fell,
And thus I set my foot on 's neck;' even then
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 100The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats,
Strains his young nerves and puts himself in posture
That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal,
Once Arviragus, in as like a figure,
Strikes life into my speech and shows much more
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 105His own conceiving. — Hark, the game is roused!
O Cymbeline! heaven and my conscience knows
Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon,
At three and two years old, I stole these babes;
Thinking to bar thee of succession, as
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 110Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile,
Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for
their mother,
And every day do honour to her grave:
Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 115They take for natural father. The game is up.

ACT III

SCENE IV. Country near Milford-Haven.

IMOGENThou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place
Was near at hand: ne'er long'd my mother so
To see me first, as I have now. Pisanio! man!
Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 5That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh
From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus,
Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
Beyond self-explication: put thyself
Into a havior of less fear, ere wildness
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 10Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter?
Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with
A look untender? If't be summer news,
Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that countenance still. My husband's hand!
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 15That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him,
And he's at some hard point. Speak, man: thy tongue
May take off some extremity, which to read
Would be even mortal to me.
PISANIOPlease you, read;
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 20And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing
The most disdain'd of fortune.
IMOGEN 'Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the
strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie
bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 25but from proof as strong as my grief and as certain
as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pisanio,
must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with
the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away
her life: I shall give thee opportunity at
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 30Milford-Haven. She hath my letter for the purpose
where, if thou fear to strike and to make me certain
it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour and
equally to me disloyal.'
PISANIOWhat shall I need to draw my sword? the paper
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 35Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds and doth belie
All corners of the world: kings, queens and states,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 40Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
This viperous slander enters. What cheer, madam?
IMOGENFalse to his bed! What is it to be false?
To lie in watch there and to think on him?
To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 45charge nature,
To break it with a fearful dream of him
And cry myself awake? that's false to's bed, is it?
PISANIOAlas, good lady!
IMOGENI false! Thy conscience witness: Iachimo,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 50Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;
Thou then look'dst like a villain; now methinks
Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy
Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion;
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 55And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,
I must be ripp'd: — to pieces with me! — O,
Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought
Put on for villany; not born where't grows,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 60But worn a bait for ladies.
PISANIOGood madam, hear me.
IMOGENTrue honest men being heard, like false Aeneas,
Were in his time thought false, and Sinon's weeping
Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 65From most true wretchedness: so thou, Posthumus,
Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;
Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjured
From thy great fall. Come, fellow, be thou honest:
Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou see'st him,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 70A little witness my obedience: look!
I draw the sword myself: take it, and hit
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart;
Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief;
Thy master is not there, who was indeed
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 75The riches of it: do his bidding; strike
Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause;
But now thou seem'st a coward.
PISANIOHence, vile instrument!
Thou shalt not damn my hand.
IMOGENAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 80Why, I must die;
And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart.
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 85Something's afore't. Soft, soft! we'll no defence;
Obedient as the scabbard. What is here?
The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,
All turn'd to heresy? Away, away,
Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 90Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools
Believe false teachers: though those that
are betray'd
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 95And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father
And make me put into contempt the suits
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
It is no act of common passage, but
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 100A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself
To think, when thou shalt be disedged by her
That now thou tirest on, how thy memory
Will then be pang'd by me. Prithee, dispatch:
The lamb entreats the butcher: where's thy knife?
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 105Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
When I desire it too.
PISANIOO gracious lady,
Since I received command to do this business
I have not slept one wink.
IMOGENAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 110Do't, and to bed then.
PISANIOI'll wake mine eye-balls blind first.
IMOGENWherefore then
Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused
So many miles with a pretence? this place?
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 115Mine action and thine own? our horses' labour?
The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,
For my being absent? whereunto I never
Purpose return. Why hast thou gone so far,
To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 120The elected deer before thee?
PISANIOBut to win time
To lose so bad employment; in the which
I have consider'd of a course. Good lady,
Hear me with patience.
IMOGENAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 125Talk thy tongue weary; speak
I have heard I am a strumpet; and mine ear
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.
PISANIOThen, madam,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 130I thought you would not back again.
IMOGENMost like;
Bringing me here to kill me.
PISANIONot so, neither:
But if I were as wise as honest, then
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 135My purpose would prove well. It cannot be
But that my master is abused:
Some villain, ay, and singular in his art.
Hath done you both this cursed injury.
IMOGENSome Roman courtezan.
PISANIOAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 140No, on my life.
I'll give but notice you are dead and send him
Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded
I should do so: you shall be miss'd at court,
And that will well confirm it.
IMOGENAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 145Why good fellow,
What shall I do the where? where bide? how live?
Or in my life what comfort, when I am
Dead to my husband?
PISANIOIf you'll back to the court —
IMOGENAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 150No court, no father; nor no more ado
With that harsh, noble, simple nothing,
That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me
As fearful as a siege.
PISANIOIf not at court,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 155Then not in Britain must you bide.
IMOGENWhere then
Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night,
Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume
Our Britain seems as of it, but not in 't;
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 160In a great pool a swan's nest: prithee, think
There's livers out of Britain.
PISANIOI am most glad
You think of other place. The ambassador,
Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 165To-morrow: now, if you could wear a mind
Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise
That which, to appear itself, must not yet be
But by self-danger, you should tread a course
Pretty and full of view; yea, haply, near
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 170The residence of Posthumus; so nigh at least
That though his actions were not visible, yet
Report should render him hourly to your ear
As truly as he moves.
IMOGENO, for such means!
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 175Though peril to my modesty, not death on't,
I would adventure.
PISANIOWell, then, here's the point:
You must forget to be a woman; change
Command into obedience: fear and niceness —
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 180The handmaids of all women, or, more truly,
Woman its pretty self — into a waggish courage:
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy and
As quarrelous as the weasel; nay, you must
Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 185Exposing it — but, O, the harder heart!
Alack, no remedy! — to the greedy touch
Of common-kissing Titan, and forget
Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
You made great Juno angry.
IMOGENAct 3 Sc 4 Ln 190Nay, be brief
I see into thy end, and am almost
A man already.
PISANIOFirst, make yourself but like one.
Fore-thinking this, I have already fit —
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 195'Tis in my cloak-bag — doublet, hat, hose, all
That answer to them: would you in their serving,
And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
Present yourself, desire his service, tell him
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 200wherein you're happy, — which you'll make him know,
If that his head have ear in music, — doubtless
With joy he will embrace you, for he's honourable
And doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad,
You have me, rich; and I will never fail
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 205Beginning nor supplyment.
IMOGENThou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away:
There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even
All that good time will give us: this attempt
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 210I am soldier to, and will abide it with
A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.
PISANIOWell, madam, we must take a short farewell,
Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of
Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 215Here is a box; I had it from the queen:
What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea,
Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
Will drive away distemper. To some shade,
And fit you to your manhood. May the gods
Act 3 Sc 4 Ln 220Direct you to the best!
IMOGENAmen: I thank thee.

ACT III

SCENE V. A room in Cymbeline's palace.

CYMBELINEThus far; and so farewell.
CAIUS LUCIUSThanks, royal sir.
My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence;
And am right sorry that I must report ye
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 5My master's enemy.
CYMBELINEOur subjects, sir,
Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself
To show less sovereignty than they, must needs
Appear unkinglike.
CAIUS LUCIUSAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 10So, sir: I desire of you
A conduct over-land to Milford-Haven.
Madam, all joy befal your grace!
QUEENAnd you!
CYMBELINEMy lords, you are appointed for that office;
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 15The due of honour in no point omit.
So farewell, noble Lucius.
CAIUS LUCIUSYour hand, my lord.
CLOTENReceive it friendly; but from this time forth
I wear it as your enemy.
CAIUS LUCIUSAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 20Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner: fare you well.
CYMBELINELeave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords,
Till he have cross'd the Severn. Happiness!
QUEENHe goes hence frowning: but it honours us
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 25That we have given him cause.
CLOTEN'Tis all the better;
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
CYMBELINELucius hath wrote already to the emperor
How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 30Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness:
The powers that he already hath in Gallia
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves
His war for Britain.
QUEEN'Tis not sleepy business;
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 35But must be look'd to speedily and strongly.
CYMBELINEOur expectation that it would be thus
Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen,
Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd
Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 40The duty of the day: she looks us like
A thing more made of malice than of duty:
We have noted it. Call her before us; for
We have been too slight in sufferance.
QUEENRoyal sir,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 45Since the exile of Posthumus, most retired
Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord,
'Tis time must do. Beseech your majesty,
Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady
So tender of rebukes that words are strokes
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 50And strokes death to her.
CYMBELINEWhere is she, sir? How
Can her contempt be answer'd?
AttendantPlease you, sir,
Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 55That will be given to the loudest noise we make.
QUEENMy lord, when last I went to visit her,
She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close,
Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,
She should that duty leave unpaid to you,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 60Which daily she was bound to proffer: this
She wish'd me to make known; but our great court
Made me to blame in memory.
CYMBELINEHer doors lock'd?
Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that which I fear
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 65Prove false!
QUEENSon, I say, follow the king.
CLOTENThat man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant,
have not seen these two days.
QUEENGo, look after.
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 70Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!
He hath a drug of mine; I pray his absence
Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes
It is a thing most precious. But for her,
Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seized her,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 75Or, wing'd with fervor of her love, she's flown
To her desired Posthumus: gone she is
To death or to dishonour; and my end
Can make good use of either: she being down,
I have the placing of the British crown.
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 80How now, my son!
CLOTEN'Tis certain she is fled.
Go in and cheer the king: he rages; none
Dare come about him.
QUEEN All the better: may
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 85This night forestall him of the coming day!
CLOTENI love and hate her: for she's fair and royal,
And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one
The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 90Outsells them all; I love her therefore: but
Disdaining me and throwing favours on
The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment
That what's else rare is choked; and in that point
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 95To be revenged upon her. For when fools Shall —
Who is here? What, are you packing, sirrah?
Come hither: ah, you precious pander! Villain,
Where is thy lady? In a word; or else
Thou art straightway with the fiends.
PISANIOAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 100O, good my lord!
CLOTENWhere is thy lady? Or, by Jupiter, —
I will not ask again. Close villain,
I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip
Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus?
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 105From whose so many weights of baseness cannot
A dram of worth be drawn.
PISANIOAlas, my lord,
How can she be with him? When was she missed?
He is in Rome.
CLOTENAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 110Where is she, sir? Come nearer;
No further halting: satisfy me home
What is become of her.
PISANIOO, my all-worthy lord!
CLOTENAll-worthy villain!
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 115Discover where thy mistress is at once,
At the next word: no more of 'worthy lord!'
Speak, or thy silence on the instant is
Thy condemnation and thy death.
PISANIOThen, sir,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 120This paper is the history of my knowledge
Touching her flight.
CLOTENLet's see't. I will pursue her
Even to Augustus' throne.
PISANIO Or this, or perish.
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 125She's far enough; and what he learns by this
May prove his travel, not her danger.
CLOTENHum!
PISANIO I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen,
Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again!
CLOTENAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 130Sirrah, is this letter true?
PISANIOSir, as I think.
CLOTENIt is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou
wouldst not be a villain, but do me true service,
undergo those employments wherein I should have
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 135cause to use thee with a serious industry, that is,
what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it
directly and truly, I would think thee an honest
man: thou shouldst neither want my means for thy
relief nor my voice for thy preferment.
PISANIOAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 140Well, my good lord.
CLOTENWilt thou serve me? for since patiently and
constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of
that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the
course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 145mine: wilt thou serve me?
PISANIOSir, I will.
CLOTENGive me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast any of thy
late master's garments in thy possession?
PISANIOI have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 150wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.
CLOTENThe first service thou dost me, fetch that suit
hither: let it be thy lint service; go.
PISANIOI shall, my lord.
CLOTENMeet thee at Milford-Haven! — I forgot to ask him one
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 155thing; I'll remember't anon: — even there, thou
villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these
garments were come. She said upon a time — the
bitterness of it I now belch from my heart — that she
held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 160than my noble and natural person together with the
adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my
back, will I ravish her: first kill him, and in her
eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then
be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 165speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and
when my lust hath dined, — which, as I say, to vex
her I will execute in the clothes that she so
praised, — to the court I'll knock her back, foot
her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 170and I'll be merry in my revenge.
Be those the garments?
PISANIOAy, my noble lord.
CLOTENHow long is't since she went to Milford-Haven?
PISANIOShe can scarce be there yet.
CLOTENAct 3 Sc 5 Ln 175Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second
thing that I have commanded thee: the third is,
that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be
but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself
to thee. My revenge is now at Milford: would I had
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 180wings to follow it! Come, and be true.
PISANIOThou bid'st me to my loss: for true to thee
Were to prove false, which I will never be,
To him that is most true. To Milford go,
And find not her whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow,
Act 3 Sc 5 Ln 185You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed
Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed!

ACT III

SCENE VI. Wales. Before the cave of Belarius.

IMOGENI see a man's life is a tedious one:
I have tired myself, and for two nights together
Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,
But that my resolution helps me. Milford,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 5When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,
Thou wast within a ken: O Jove! I think
Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean,
Where they should be relieved. Two beggars told me
I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 10That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis
A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness
Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood
Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord!
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 15Thou art one o' the false ones. Now I think on thee,
My hunger's gone; but even before, I was
At point to sink for food. But what is this?
Here is a path to't: 'tis some savage hold:
I were best not to call; I dare not call:
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 20yet famine,
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant,
Plenty and peace breeds cowards: hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother. Ho! who's here?
If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 25Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I'll enter.
Best draw my sword: and if mine enemy
But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
Such a foe, good heavens!
BELARIUSYou, Polydote, have proved best woodman and
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 30Are master of the feast: Cadwal and I
Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match:
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs
Will make what's homely savoury: weariness
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 35Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here,
Poor house, that keep'st thyself!
GUIDERIUSI am thoroughly weary.
ARVIRAGUSI am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.
GUIDERIUSAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 40There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browse on that,
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
BELARIUS(STAGEDIR "Looking into the cave")
Stay; come not in.
But that it eats our victuals, I should think
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 45Here were a fairy.
GUIDERIUSWhat's the matter, sir?
BELARIUSBy Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon! Behold divineness
No elder than a boy!
IMOGENAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 50Good masters, harm me not:
Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought
To have begg'd or bought what I have took:
good troth,
I have stol'n nought, nor would not, though I had found
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 55Gold strew'd i' the floor. Here's money for my meat:
I would have left it on the board so soon
As I had made my meal, and parted
With prayers for the provider.
GUIDERIUSMoney, youth?
ARVIRAGUSAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 60All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.
IMOGENI see you're angry:
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 65Have died had I not made it.
BELARIUSWhither bound?
IMOGENTo Milford-Haven.
BELARIUSWhat's your name?
IMOGENFidele, sir. I have a kinsman who
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 70Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fall'n in this offence.
BELARIUSPrithee, fair youth,
Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 75By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!
'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer
Ere you depart: and thanks to stay and eat it.
Boys, bid him welcome.
GUIDERIUSWere you a woman, youth,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 80I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty,
I bid for you as I'd buy.
ARVIRAGUSI'll make't my comfort
He is a man; I'll love him as my brother:
And such a welcome as I'd give to him
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 85After long absence, such is yours: most welcome!
Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
IMOGEN'Mongst friends,
If brothers.
Would it had been so, that they
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 90Had been my father's sons! then had my prize
Been less, and so more equal ballasting
To thee, Posthumus.
BELARIUSHe wrings at some distress.
GUIDERIUSWould I could free't!
ARVIRAGUSAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 95Or I, whate'er it be,
What pain it cost, what danger. God's!
BELARIUSHark, boys.
IMOGENGreat men,
That had a court no bigger than this cave,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 100That did attend themselves and had the virtue
Which their own conscience seal'd them — laying by
That nothing-gift of differing multitudes —
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
I'd change my sex to be companion with them,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 105Since Leonatus's false.
BELARIUSIt shall be so.
Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in:
Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd,
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
Act 3 Sc 6 Ln 110So far as thou wilt speak it.
GUIDERIUSPray, draw near.
ARVIRAGUSThe night to the owl and morn to the lark
less welcome.
IMOGENThanks, sir.
ARVIRAGUSAct 3 Sc 6 Ln 115I pray, draw near.

ACT III

SCENE VII. Rome. A public place.

First SenatorThis is the tenor of the emperor's writ:
That since the common men are now in action
'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians,
And that the legions now in Gallia are
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 5Full weak to undertake our wars against
The fall'n-off Britons, that we do incite
The gentry to this business. He creates
Lucius preconsul: and to you the tribunes,
For this immediate levy, he commends
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 10His absolute commission. Long live Caesar!
First TribuneIs Lucius general of the forces?
Second SenatorAy.
First TribuneRemaining now in Gallia?
First SenatorWith those legions
Act 3 Sc 7 Ln 15Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
Must be supplyant: the words of your commission
Will tie you to the numbers and the time
Of their dispatch.
First TribuneWe will discharge our duty.

ACT IV

SCENE I. Wales: near the cave of Belarius.

CLOTENI am near to the place where they should meet, if
Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments
serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by
him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 5rather — saving reverence of the word — for 'tis said
a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must
play the workman. I dare speak it to myself — for it
is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer
in his own chamber — I mean, the lines of my body are
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong,
not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the
advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike
conversant in general services, and more remarkable
in single oppositions: yet this imperceiverant
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is!
Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy
shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy
mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before
thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 20father; who may haply be a little angry for my so
rough usage; but my mother, having power of his
testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My
horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore
purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 25the very description of their meeting-place; and
the fellow dares not deceive me.

ACT IV

SCENE II. Before the cave of Belarius.

BELARIUS You are not well: remain here in the cave;
We'll come to you after hunting.
ARVIRAGUS Brother, stay here
Are we not brothers?
IMOGENAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 5So man and man should be;
But clay and clay differs in dignity,
Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
GUIDERIUSGo you to hunting; I'll abide with him.
IMOGENSo sick I am not, yet I am not well;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 10But not so citizen a wanton as
To seem to die ere sick: so please you, leave me;
Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom
Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me; society is no comfort
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 15To one not sociable: I am not very sick,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here:
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,
Stealing so poorly.
GUIDERIUSI love thee; I have spoke it
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 20How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my father.
BELARIUSWhat! how! how!
ARVIRAGUSIf it be sin to say so, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault: I know not why
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 25I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love's reason's without reason: the bier at door,
And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say
'My father, not this youth.'
BELARIUS O noble strain!
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 30O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!
Cowards father cowards and base things sire base:
Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.
I'm not their father; yet who this should be,
Doth miracle itself, loved before me.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 35'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.
ARVIRAGUSBrother, farewell.
IMOGENI wish ye sport.
ARVIRAGUSYou health. So please you, sir.
IMOGEN These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 40I have heard!
Our courtiers say all's savage but at court:
Experience, O, thou disprovest report!
The imperious seas breed monsters, for the dish
Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 45I am sick still; heart-sick. Pisanio,
I'll now taste of thy drug.
GUIDERIUSI could not stir him:
He said he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.
ARVIRAGUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 50Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter
I might know more.
BELARIUSTo the field, to the field!
We'll leave you for this time: go in and rest.
ARVIRAGUSWe'll not be long away.
BELARIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 55Pray, be not sick,
For you must be our housewife.
IMOGENWell or ill,
I am bound to you.
BELARIUSAnd shalt be ever.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 60This youth, how'er distress'd, appears he hath had
Good ancestors.
ARVIRAGUSHow angel-like he sings!
GUIDERIUSBut his neat cookery! he cut our roots
In characters,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 65And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick
And he her dieter.
ARVIRAGUSNobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 70The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From so divine a temple, to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
GUIDERIUSI do note
That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 75Mingle their spurs together.
ARVIRAGUSGrow, patience!
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
His perishing root with the increasing vine!
BELARIUSIt is great morning. Come, away! —
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 80Who's there?
CLOTENI cannot find those runagates; that villain
Hath mock'd me. I am faint.
BELARIUS'Those runagates!'
Means he not us? I partly know him: 'tis
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 85Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush.
I saw him not these many years, and yet
I know 'tis he. We are held as outlaws: hence!
GUIDERIUSHe is but one: you and my brother search
What companies are near: pray you, away;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 90Let me alone with him.
CLOTENSoft! What are you
That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers?
I have heard of such. What slave art thou?
GUIDERIUSA thing
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 95More slavish did I ne'er than answering
A slave without a knock.
CLOTENThou art a robber,
A law-breaker, a villain: yield thee, thief.
GUIDERIUSTo who? to thee? What art thou? Have not I
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 100An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art,
Why I should yield to thee?
CLOTENThou villain base,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 105Know'st me not by my clothes?
GUIDERIUSNo, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee.
CLOTENThou precious varlet,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 110My tailor made them not.
GUIDERIUSHence, then, and thank
The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool;
I am loath to beat thee.
CLOTENThou injurious thief,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 115Hear but my name, and tremble.
GUIDERIUSWhat's thy name?
CLOTENCloten, thou villain.
GUIDERIUSCloten, thou double villain, be thy name,
I cannot tremble at it: were it Toad, or
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 120Adder, Spider,
'Twould move me sooner.
CLOTENTo thy further fear,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
I am son to the queen.
GUIDERIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 125I am sorry for 't; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.
CLOTENArt not afeard?
GUIDERIUSThose that I reverence those I fear, the wise:
At fools I laugh, not fear them.
CLOTENAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 130Die the death:
When I have slain thee with my proper hand,
I'll follow those that even now fled hence,
And on the gates of Lud's-town set your heads:
Yield, rustic mountaineer.
BELARIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 135No companies abroad?
ARVIRAGUSNone in the world: you did mistake him, sure.
BELARIUSI cannot tell: long is it since I saw him,
But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour
Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 140And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute
'Twas very Cloten.
ARVIRAGUSIn this place we left them:
I wish my brother make good time with him,
You say he is so fell.
BELARIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 145Being scarce made up,
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension
Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment
Is oft the cause of fear. But, see, thy brother.
GUIDERIUSThis Cloten was a fool, an empty purse;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 150There was no money in't: not Hercules
Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none:
Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
My head as I do his.
BELARIUSWhat hast thou done?
GUIDERIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 155I am perfect what: cut off one Cloten's head,
Son to the queen, after his own report;
Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and swore
With his own single hand he'ld take us in
Displace our heads where — thank the gods! — they grow,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 160And set them on Lud's-town.
BELARIUSWe are all undone.
GUIDERIUSWhy, worthy father, what have we to lose,
But that he swore to take, our lives? The law
Protects not us: then why should we be tender
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 165To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us,
Play judge and executioner all himself,
For we do fear the law? What company
Discover you abroad?
BELARIUSNo single soul
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 170Can we set eye on; but in all safe reason
He must have some attendants. Though his humour
Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that
From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not
Absolute madness could so far have raved
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 175To bring him here alone; although perhaps
It may be heard at court that such as we
Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time
May make some stronger head; the which he hearing —
As it is like him — might break out, and swear
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 180He'ld fetch us in; yet is't not probable
To come alone, either he so undertaking,
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear,
If we do fear this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head.
ARVIRAGUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 185Let ordinance
Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er,
My brother hath done well.
BELARIUSI had no mind
To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 190Did make my way long forth.
GUIDERIUSWith his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en
His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek
Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 195And tell the fishes he's the queen's son, Cloten:
That's all I reck.
BELARIUSI fear 'twill be revenged:
Would, Polydote, thou hadst not done't! though valour
Becomes thee well enough.
ARVIRAGUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 200Would I had done't
So the revenge alone pursued me! Polydore,
I love thee brotherly, but envy much
Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would revenges,
That possible strength might meet, would seek us through
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 205And put us to our answer.
BELARIUSWell, 'tis done:
We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Where there's no profit. I prithee, to our rock;
You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 210Till hasty Polydote return, and bring him
To dinner presently.
ARVIRAGUSPoor sick Fidele!
I'll weringly to him: to gain his colour
I'ld let a parish of such Clotens' blood,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 215And praise myself for charity.
BELARIUSO thou goddess,
Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st
In these two princely boys! They are as gentle
As zephyrs blowing below the violet,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 220Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough,
Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonder
That an invisible instinct should frame them
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 225To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught,
Civility not seen from other, valour
That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
As if it had been sow'd. Yet still it's strange
What Cloten's being here to us portends,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 230Or what his death will bring us.
GUIDERIUSWhere's my brother?
I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream,
In embassy to his mother: his body's hostage
For his return.
BELARIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 235My ingenious instrument!
Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark!
GUIDERIUSIs he at home?
BELARIUSHe went hence even now.
GUIDERIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 240What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother
it did not speak before. All solemn things
Should answer solemn accidents. The matter?
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 245Is Cadwal mad?
BELARIUSLook, here he comes,
And brings the dire occasion in his arms
Of what we blame him for.
ARVIRAGUSThe bird is dead
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 250That we have made so much on. I had rather
Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty,
To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch,
Than have seen this.
GUIDERIUSO sweetest, fairest lily!
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 255My brother wears thee not the one half so well
As when thou grew'st thyself.
BELARIUSO melancholy!
Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find
The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 260Might easiliest harbour in? Thou blessed thing!
Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I,
Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy.
How found you him?
ARVIRAGUSStark, as you see:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 265Thus smiling, as some fly hid tickled slumber,
Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at; his
right cheek
Reposing on a cushion.
GUIDERIUSWhere?
ARVIRAGUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 270O' the floor;
His arms thus leagued: I thought he slept, and put
My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness
Answer'd my steps too loud.
GUIDERIUSWhy, he but sleeps:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 275If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;
With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,
And worms will not come to thee.
ARVIRAGUSWith fairest flowers
Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 280I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack
The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor
The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 285With charitable bill, — O bill, sore-shaming
Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie
Without a monument! — bring thee all this;
Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none,
To winter-ground thy corse.
GUIDERIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 290Prithee, have done;
And do not play in wench-like words with that
Which is so serious. Let us bury him,
And not protract with admiration what
Is now due debt. To the grave!
ARVIRAGUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 295Say, where shall's lay him?
GUIDERIUSBy good Euriphile, our mother.
ARVIRAGUSBe't so:
And let us, Polydore, though now our voices
Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 300As once our mother; use like note and words,
Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.
GUIDERIUSCadwal,
I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee;
For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 305Than priests and fanes that lie.
ARVIRAGUSWe'll speak it, then.
BELARIUSGreat griefs, I see, medicine the less; for Cloten
Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys;
And though he came our enemy, remember
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 310He was paid for that: though mean and
mighty, rotting
Together, have one dust, yet reverence,
That angel of the world, doth make distinction
Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 315And though you took his life, as being our foe,
Yet bury him as a prince.
GUIDERIUSPray You, fetch him hither.
Thersites' body is as good as Ajax',
When neither are alive.
ARVIRAGUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 320If you'll go fetch him,
We'll say our song the whilst. Brother, begin.
GUIDERIUSNay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east;
My father hath a reason for't.
ARVIRAGUS'Tis true.
GUIDERIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 325Come on then, and remove him.
ARVIRAGUSSo. Begin.
GUIDERIUSFear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 330Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
ARVIRAGUSFear no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 335Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
GUIDERIUSFear no more the lightning flash,
ARVIRAGUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 340Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
GUIDERIUSFear not slander, censure rash;
ARVIRAGUSThou hast finish'd joy and moan:
GUIDERIUSAll lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
GUIDERIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 345No exorciser harm thee!
ARVIRAGUSNor no witchcraft charm thee!
GUIDERIUSGhost unlaid forbear thee!
ARVIRAGUSNothing ill come near thee!
GUIDERIUSQuiet consummation have;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 350And renowned be thy grave!
GUIDERIUSWe have done our obsequies: come, lay him down.
BELARIUSHere's a few flowers; but 'bout midnight, more:
The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the night
Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 355You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so
These herblets shall, which we upon you strew.
Come on, away: apart upon our knees.
The ground that gave them first has them again:
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.
IMOGENAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 360 Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is
the way? —
I thank you. — By yond bush? — Pray, how far thither?
'Ods pittikins! can it be six mile yet? —
I have gone all night. 'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 365But, soft! no bedfellow! — O gods and goddesses!
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;
This bloody man, the care on't. I hope I dream;
For so I thought I was a cave-keeper,
And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 370'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
Which the brain makes of fumes: our very eyes
Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,
I tremble stiff with fear: but if there be
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 375As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is
Without me, as within me; not imagined, felt.
A headless man! The garments of Posthumus!
I know the shape of's leg: this is his hand;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 380His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh;
The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face
Murder in heaven? — How! — 'Tis gone. Pisanio,
All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 385Conspired with that irregulous devil, Cloten,
Hast here cut off my lord. To write and read
Be henceforth treacherous! Damn'd Pisanio
Hath with his forged letters, — damn'd Pisanio —
From this most bravest vessel of the world
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 390Struck the main-top! O Posthumus! alas,
Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me!
where's that?
Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart,
And left this head on. How should this be? Pisanio?
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 395'Tis he and Cloten: malice and lucre in them
Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, pregnant!
The drug he gave me, which he said was precious
And cordial to me, have I not found it
Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 400This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
That we the horrider may seem to those
Which chance to find us: O, my lord, my lord!
CaptainTo them the legions garrison'd in Gailia,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 405After your will, have cross'd the sea, attending
You here at Milford-Haven with your ships:
They are in readiness.
CAIUS LUCIUSBut what from Rome?
CaptainThe senate hath stirr'd up the confiners
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 410And gentlemen of Italy, most willing spirits,
That promise noble service: and they come
Under the conduct of bold Iachimo,
Syenna's brother.
CAIUS LUCIUSWhen expect you them?
CaptainAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 415With the next benefit o' the wind.
CAIUS LUCIUSThis forwardness
Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers
Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't. Now, sir,
What have you dream'd of late of this war's purpose?
SoothsayerAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 420Last night the very gods show'd me a vision —
I fast and pray'd for their intelligence — thus:
I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd
From the spongy south to this part of the west,
There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends —
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 425Unless my sins abuse my divination —
Success to the Roman host.
CAIUS LUCIUSDream often so,
And never false. Soft, ho! what trunk is here
Without his top? The ruin speaks that sometime
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 430It was a worthy building. How! a page!
Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead rather;
For nature doth abhor to make his bed
With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.
Let's see the boy's face.
CaptainAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 435He's alive, my lord.
CAIUS LUCIUSHe'll then instruct us of this body. Young one,
Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems
They crave to be demanded. Who is this
Thou makest thy bloody pillow? Or who was he
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 440That, otherwise than noble nature did,
Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest
In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it?
What art thou?
IMOGENI am nothing: or if not,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 445Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
A very valiant Briton and a good,
That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas!
There is no more such masters: I may wander
From east to occident, cry out for service,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 450Try many, all good, serve truly, never
Find such another master.
CAIUS LUCIUS'Lack, good youth!
Thou movest no less with thy complaining than
Thy master in bleeding: say his name, good friend.
IMOGENAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 455Richard du Champ.
If I do lie and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope
They'll pardon it. — Say you, sir?
CAIUS LUCIUSThy name?
IMOGENAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 460Fidele, sir.
CAIUS LUCIUSThou dost approve thyself the very same:
Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say
Thou shalt be so well master'd, but, be sure,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 465No less beloved. The Roman emperor's letters,
Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
Than thine own worth prefer thee: go with me.
IMOGENI'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods,
I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 470As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' strew'd his grave,
And on it said a century of prayers,
Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh;
And leaving so his service, follow you,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 475So please you entertain me.
CAIUS LUCIUSAy, good youth!
And rather father thee than master thee.
My friends,
The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 480Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can,
And make him with our pikes and partisans
A grave: come, arm him. Boy, he is preferr'd
By thee to us, and he shall be interr'd
As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 485Some falls are means the happier to arise.

ACT IV

SCENE III. A room in Cymbeline's palace.

CYMBELINEAgain; and bring me word how 'tis with her.
A fever with the absence of her son,
A madness, of which her life's in danger. Heavens,
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 5The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
So needful for this present: it strikes me, past
The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 10Who needs must know of her departure and
Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.
PISANIOSir, my life is yours;
I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 15I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness,
Hold me your loyal servant.
First LordGood my liege,
The day that she was missing he was here:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 20I dare be bound he's true and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will, no doubt, be found.
CYMBELINEThe time is troublesome.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 25We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy
Does yet depend.
First LordSo please your majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coast, with a supply
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 30Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.
CYMBELINENow for the counsel of my son and queen!
I am amazed with matter.
First LordGood my liege,
Your preparation can affront no less
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 35Than what you hear of: come more, for more
you're ready:
The want is but to put those powers in motion
That long to move.
CYMBELINEI thank you. Let's withdraw;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 40And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us; but
We grieve at chances here. Away!
PISANIOI heard no letter from my master since
I wrote him Imogen was slain: 'tis strange:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 45Nor hear I from my mistress who did promise
To yield me often tidings: neither know I
What is betid to Cloten; but remain
Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work.
Wherein I am false I am honest; not true, to be true.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 50These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them.
All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd:
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.

ACT IV

SCENE IV. Wales: before the cave of Belarius.

GUIDERIUSThe noise is round about us.
BELARIUSLet us from it.
ARVIRAGUSWhat pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it
From action and adventure?
GUIDERIUSAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 5Nay, what hope
Have we in hiding us? This way, the Romans
Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us
For barbarous and unnatural revolts
During their use, and slay us after.
BELARIUSAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 10Sons,
We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us.
To the king's party there's no going: newness
Of Cloten's death — we being not known, not muster'd
Among the bands — may drive us to a render
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 15Where we have lived, and so extort from's that
Which we have done, whose answer would be death
Drawn on with torture.
GUIDERIUSThis is, sir, a doubt
In such a time nothing becoming you,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 20Nor satisfying us.
ARVIRAGUSIt is not likely
That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes
And ears so cloy'd importantly as now,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 25That they will waste their time upon our note,
To know from whence we are.
BELARIUSO, I am known
Of many in the army: many years,
Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 30From my remembrance. And, besides, the king
Hath not deserved my service nor your loves;
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless
To have the courtesy your cradle promised,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 35But to be still hot summer's tamings and
The shrinking slaves of winter.
GUIDERIUSThan be so
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:
I and my brother are not known; yourself
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 40So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
Cannot be question'd.
ARVIRAGUSBy this sun that shines,
I'll thither: what thing is it that I never
Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 45But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison!
Never bestrid a horse, save one that had
A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
Nor iron on his heel! I am ashamed
To look upon the holy sun, to have
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 50The benefit of his blest beams, remaining
So long a poor unknown.
GUIDERIUSBy heavens, I'll go:
If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
I'll take the better care, but if you will not,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 55The hazard therefore due fall on me by
The hands of Romans!
ARVIRAGUSSo say I amen.
BELARIUSNo reason I, since of your lives you set
So slight a valuation, should reserve
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 60My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys!
If in your country wars you chance to die,
That is my bed too, lads, an there I'll lie:
Lead, lead.
The time seems long; their blood
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 65thinks scorn,
Till it fly out and show them princes born.

ACT V

SCENE I. Britain. The Roman camp.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd
Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones,
If each of you should take this course, how many
Must murder wives much better than themselves
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 5For wrying but a little! O Pisanio!
Every good servant does not all commands:
No bond but to do just ones. Gods! if you
Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never
Had lived to put on this: so had you saved
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 10The noble Imogen to repent, and struck
Me, wretch more worth your vengeance. But, alack,
You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love,
To have them fall no more: you some permit
To second ills with ills, each elder worse,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 15And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift.
But Imogen is your own: do your best wills,
And make me blest to obey! I am brought hither
Among the Italian gentry, and to fight
Against my lady's kingdom: 'tis enough
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 20That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace!
I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens,
Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me
Of these Italian weeds and suit myself
As does a Briton peasant: so I'll fight
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 25Against the part I come with; so I'll die
For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life
Is every breath a death; and thus, unknown,
Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril
Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30More valour in me than my habits show.
Gods, put the strength o' the Leonati in me!
To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin
The fashion, less without and more within.

ACT V

SCENE II. Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.

IACHIMOThe heaviness and guilt within my bosom
Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady,
The princess of this country, and the air on't
Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 5A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me
In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne
As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 10Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.
BELARIUSStand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground;
The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but
The villany of our fears.
GUIDERIUSStand, stand, and fight!
CAIUS LUCIUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 15Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself;
For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such
As war were hoodwink'd.
IACHIMO'Tis their fresh supplies.
CAIUS LUCIUSIt is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 20Let's reinforce, or fly.

ACT V

SCENE III. Another part of the field.

LordCamest thou from where they made the stand?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI did.
Though you, it seems, come from the fliers.
LordI did.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 5No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost,
But that the heavens fought: the king himself
Of his wings destitute, the army broken,
And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying
Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 10Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work
More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down
Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling
Merely through fear; that the straight pass was damm'd
With dead men hurt behind, and cowards living
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 15To die with lengthen'd shame.
LordWhere was this lane?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSClose by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf;
Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,
An honest one, I warrant; who deserved
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 20So long a breeding as his white beard came to,
In doing this for's country: athwart the lane,
He, with two striplings-lads more like to run
The country base than to commit such slaughter
With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 25Than those for preservation cased, or shame —
Made good the passage; cried to those that fled,
'Our Britain s harts die flying, not our men:
To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. Stand;
Or we are Romans and will give you that
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 30Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save,
But to look back in frown: stand, stand.'
These three,
Three thousand confident, in act as many —
For three performers are the file when all
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 35The rest do nothing — with this word 'Stand, stand,'
Accommodated by the place, more charming
With their own nobleness, which could have turn'd
A distaff to a lance, gilded pale looks,
Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 40turn'd coward
But by example — O, a sin in war,
Damn'd in the first beginners! — gan to look
The way that they did, and to grin like lions
Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 45A stop i' the chaser, a retire, anon
A rout, confusion thick; forthwith they fly
Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves,
The strides they victors made: and now our cowards,
Like fragments in hard voyages, became
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 50The life o' the need: having found the backdoor open
Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they wound!
Some slain before; some dying; some their friends
O'er borne i' the former wave: ten, chased by one,
Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 55Those that would die or ere resist are grown
The mortal bugs o' the field.
LordThis was strange chance
A narrow lane, an old man, and two boys.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSNay, do not wonder at it: you are made
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 60Rather to wonder at the things you hear
Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't,
And vent it for a mockery? Here is one:
'Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane,
Preserved the Britons, was the Romans' bane.'
LordAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 65Nay, be not angry, sir.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS'Lack, to what end?
Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend;
For if he'll do as he is made to do,
I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 70You have put me into rhyme.
LordFarewell; you're angry.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSStill going?
This is a lord! O noble misery,
To be i' the field, and ask 'what news?' of me!
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 75To-day how many would have given their honours
To have saved their carcasses! took heel to do't,
And yet died too! I, in mine own woe charm'd,
Could not find death where I did hear him groan,
Nor feel him where he struck: being an ugly monster,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 80'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,
Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we
That draw his knives i' the war. Well, I will find him
For being now a favourer to the Briton,
No more a Briton, I have resumed again
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 85The 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
Here made by the Roman; great the answer be
Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 90On either side I come to spend my breath;
Which neither here I'll keep nor bear again,
But end it by some means for Imogen.
First CaptainGreat Jupiter be praised! Lucius is taken.
'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels.
Second CaptainAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 95There was a fourth man, in a silly habit,
That gave the affront with them.
First CaptainSo 'tis reported:
But none of 'em can be found. Stand! who's there?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSA Roman,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 100Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds
Had answer'd him.
Second CaptainLay hands on him; a dog!
A leg of Rome shall not return to tell
What crows have peck'd them here. He brags
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 105his service
As if he were of note: bring him to the king.

ACT V

SCENE IV. A British prison.

First GaolerYou shall not now be stol'n, you have locks upon you;
So graze as you find pasture.
Second GaolerAy, or a stomach.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSMost welcome, bondage! for thou art away,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 5think, to liberty: yet am I better
Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had rather
Groan so in perpetuity than be cured
By the sure physician, death, who is the key
To unbar these locks. My conscience, thou art fetter'd
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 10More than my shanks and wrists: you good gods, give me
The penitent instrument to pick that bolt,
Then, free for ever! Is't enough I am sorry?
So children temporal fathers do appease;
Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent?
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 15I cannot do it better than in gyves,
Desired more than constrain'd: to satisfy,
If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take
No stricter render of me than my all.
I know you are more clement than vile men,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 20Who of their broken debtors take a third,
A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again
On their abatement: that's not my desire:
For Imogen's dear life take mine; and though
'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it:
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 25'Tween man and man they weigh not every stamp;
Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake:
You rather mine, being yours: and so, great powers,
If you will take this audit, take this life,
And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen!
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 30I'll speak to thee in silence.
Sicilius LeonatusNo more, thou thunder-master, show
Thy spite on mortal flies:
With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,
That thy adulteries
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 35Rates and revenges.
Hath my poor boy done aught but well,
Whose face I never saw?
I died whilst in the womb he stay'd
Attending nature's law:
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 40Whose father then, as men report
Thou orphans' father art,
Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him
From this earth-vexing smart.
MotherLucina lent not me her aid,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 45But took me in my throes;
That from me was Posthumus ript,
Came crying 'mongst his foes,
A thing of pity!
Sicilius LeonatusGreat nature, like his ancestry,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 50Moulded the stuff so fair,
That he deserved the praise o' the world,
As great Sicilius' heir.
First BrotherWhen once he was mature for man,
In Britain where was he
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 55That could stand up his parallel;
Or fruitful object be
In eye of Imogen, that best
Could deem his dignity?
MotherWith marriage wherefore was he mock'd,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 60To be exiled, and thrown
From Leonati seat, and cast
From her his dearest one,
Sweet Imogen?
Sicilius LeonatusWhy did you suffer Iachimo,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 65Slight thing of Italy,
To taint his nobler heart and brain
With needless jealosy;
And to become the geck and scorn
O' th' other's villany?
Second BrotherAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 70For this from stiller seats we came,
Our parents and us twain,
That striking in our country's cause
Fell bravely and were slain,
Our fealty and Tenantius' right
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 75With honour to maintain.
First BrotherLike hardiment Posthumus hath
To Cymbeline perform'd:
Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods,
Why hast thou thus adjourn'd
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 80The graces for his merits due,
Being all to dolours turn'd?
Sicilius LeonatusThy crystal window ope; look out;
No longer exercise
Upon a valiant race thy harsh
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 85And potent injuries.
MotherSince, Jupiter, our son is good,
Take off his miseries.
Sicilius LeonatusPeep through thy marble mansion; help;
Or we poor ghosts will cry
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 90To the shining synod of the rest
Against thy deity.
First BrotherHelp, Jupiter; or we appeal,
And from thy justice fly.
JupiterNo more, you petty spirits of region low,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 95Offend our hearing; hush! How dare you ghosts
Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know,
Sky-planted batters all rebelling coasts?
Poor shadows of Elysium, hence, and rest
Upon your never-withering banks of flowers:
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 100Be not with mortal accidents opprest;
No care of yours it is; you know 'tis ours.
Whom best I love I cross; to make my gift,
The more delay'd, delighted. Be content;
Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift:
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 105His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.
Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in
Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade.
He shall be lord of lady Imogen,
And happier much by his affliction made.
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 110This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein
Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine:
and so, away: no further with your din
Express impatience, lest you stir up mine.
Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline.
Sicilius LeonatusAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 115He came in thunder; his celestial breath
Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle
Stoop'd as to foot us: his ascension is
More sweet than our blest fields: his royal bird
Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 120As when his god is pleased.
AllThanks, Jupiter!
Sicilius LeonatusThe marble pavement closes, he is enter'd
His radiant root. Away! and, to be blest,
Let us with care perform his great behest.
Posthumus LeonatusAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 125 Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot
A father to me; and thou hast created
A mother and two brothers: but, O scorn!
Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born:
And so I am awake. Poor wretches that depend
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 130On greatness' favour dream as I have done,
Wake and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve:
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep'd in favours: so am I,
That have this golden chance and know not why.
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 135What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O rare one!
Be not, as is 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.
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 140'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
lopped branches, which, being dead many years,
shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock and
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 145freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries,
Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty.'
'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen
Tongue and brain not; either both or nothing;
Or senseless speaking or a speaking such
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 150As sense cannot untie. Be what it is,
The action of my life is like it, which
I'll keep, if but for sympathy.
First GaolerCome, sir, are you ready for death?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSOver-roasted rather; ready long ago.
First GaolerAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 155Hanging is the word, sir: if
you be ready for that, you are well cooked.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSSo, if I prove a good repast to the
spectators, the dish pays the shot.
First GaolerA heavy reckoning for you, sir. But the comfort is,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 160you shall be called to no more payments, fear no
more tavern-bills; which are often the sadness of
parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in
flint for want of meat, depart reeling with too
much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 165sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain
both empty; the brain the heavier for being too
light, the purse too light, being drawn of
heaviness: of this contradiction you shall now be
quit. O, the charity of a penny cord! It sums up
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 170thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and
creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come,
the discharge: your neck, sir, is pen, book and
counters; so the acquittance follows.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI am merrier to die than thou art to live.
First GaolerAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 175Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the
tooth-ache: but a man that were to sleep your
sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he
would change places with his officer; for, look you,
sir, you know not which way you shall go.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 180Yes, indeed do I, fellow.
First GaolerYour death has eyes in 's head then; I have not seen
him so pictured: you must either be directed by
some that take upon them to know, or do take upon
yourself that which I am sure you do not know, or
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 185jump the after inquiry on your own peril: and how
you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll
never return to tell one.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSI tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to
direct them the way I am going, but such as wink and
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 190will not use them.
First GaolerWhat an infinite mock is this, that a man should
have the best use of eyes to see the way of
blindness! I am sure hanging's the way of winking.
MessengerKnock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 195Thou bring'st good news; I am called to be made free.
First GaolerI'll be hang'd then.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSThou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead.
First GaolerUnless a man would marry a gallows and beget young
gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 200conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live,
for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them
too that die against their wills; so should I, if I
were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one
mind good; O, there were desolation of gaolers and
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 205gallowses! I speak against my present profit, but
my wish hath a preferment in 't.

ACT V

SCENE V. Cymbeline's tent.

CYMBELINEStand by my side, you whom the gods have made
Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart
That the poor soldier that so richly fought,
Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 5Stepp'd before larges of proof, cannot be found:
He shall be happy that can find him, if
Our grace can make him so.
BELARIUSI never saw
Such noble fury in so poor a thing;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 10Such precious deeds in one that promises nought
But beggary and poor looks.
CYMBELINENo tidings of him?
PISANIOHe hath been search'd among the dead and living,
But no trace of him.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 15To my grief, I am
The heir of his reward;
which I will add
To you, the liver, heart and brain of Britain,
By whom I grant she lives. 'Tis now the time
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 20To ask of whence you are. Report it.
BELARIUSSir,
In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen:
Further to boast were neither true nor modest,
Unless I add, we are honest.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 25Bow your knees.
Arise my knights o' the battle: I create you
Companions to our person and will fit you
With dignities becoming your estates.
There's business in these faces. Why so sadly
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 30Greet you our victory? you look like Romans,
And not o' the court of Britain.
CORNELIUSHail, great king!
To sour your happiness, I must report
The queen is dead.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 35Who worse than a physician
Would this report become? But I consider,
By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death
Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
CORNELIUSWith horror, madly dying, like her life,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 40Which, being cruel to the world, concluded
Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd
I will report, so please you: these her women
Can trip me, if I err; who with wet cheeks
Were present when she finish'd.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 45Prithee, say.
CORNELIUSFirst, she confess'd she never loved you, only
Affected greatness got by you, not you:
Married your royalty, was wife to your place;
Abhorr'd your person.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 50She alone knew this;
And, but she spoke it dying, I would not
Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.
CORNELIUSYour daughter, whom she bore in hand to love
With such integrity, she did confess
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 55Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life,
But that her flight prevented it, she had
Ta'en off by poison.
CYMBELINEO most delicate fiend!
Who is 't can read a woman? Is there more?
CORNELIUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 60More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had
For you a mortal mineral; which, being took,
Should by the minute feed on life and lingering
By inches waste you: in which time she purposed,
By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 65O'ercome you with her show, and in time,
When she had fitted you with her craft, to work
Her son into the adoption of the crown:
But, failing of her end by his strange absence,
Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 70Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented
The evils she hatch'd were not effected; so
Despairing died.
CYMBELINEHeard you all this, her women?
First LadyWe did, so please your highness.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 75Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming; it had
been vicious
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 80To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter!
That it was folly in me, thou mayst say,
And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all!
Thou comest not, Caius, now for tribute that
The Britons have razed out, though with the loss
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 85Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit
That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter
Of you their captives, which ourself have granted:
So think of your estate.
CAIUS LUCIUSConsider, sir, the chance of war: the day
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 90Was yours by accident; had it gone with us,
We should not, when the blood was cool,
have threaten'd
Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods
Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 95May be call'd ransom, let it come: sufficeth
A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer:
Augustus lives to think on't: and so much
For my peculiar care. This one thing only
I will entreat; my boy, a Briton born,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 100Let him be ransom'd: never master had
A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,
So tender over his occasions, true,
So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join
With my request, which I make bold your highness
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 105Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm,
Though he have served a Roman: save him, sir,
And spare no blood beside.
CYMBELINEI have surely seen him:
His favour is familiar to me. Boy,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 110Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace,
And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore,
To say 'live, boy:' ne'er thank thy master; live:
And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt,
Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 115Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,
The noblest ta'en.
IMOGENI humbly thank your highness.
CAIUS LUCIUSI do not bid thee beg my life, good lad;
And yet I know thou wilt.
IMOGENAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 120No, no: alack,
There's other work in hand: I see a thing
Bitter to me as death: your life, good master,
Must shuffle for itself.
CAIUS LUCIUSThe boy disdains me,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 125He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys
That place them on the truth of girls and boys.
Why stands he so perplex'd?
CYMBELINEWhat wouldst thou, boy?
I love thee more and more: think more and more
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 130What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on? speak,
Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend?
IMOGENHe is a Roman; no more kin to me
Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal,
Am something nearer.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 135Wherefore eyest him so?
IMOGENI'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please
To give me hearing.
CYMBELINEAy, with all my heart,
And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
IMOGENAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 140Fidele, sir.
CYMBELINEThou'rt my good youth, my page;
I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely.
BELARIUSIs not this boy revived from death?
ARVIRAGUSOne sand another
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 145Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad
Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?
GUIDERIUSThe same dead thing alive.
BELARIUSPeace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear;
Creatures may be alike: were 't he, I am sure
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 150He would have spoke to us.
GUIDERIUSBut we saw him dead.
BELARIUSBe silent; let's see further.
PISANIO It is my mistress:
Since she is living, let the time run on
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 155To good or bad.
CYMBELINECome, stand thou by our side;
Make thy demand aloud.
Sir, step you forth;
Give answer to this boy, and do it freely;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 160Or, by our greatness and the grace of it,
Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to him.
IMOGENMy boon is, that this gentleman may render
Of whom he had this ring.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 165 What's that to him?
CYMBELINEThat diamond upon your finger, say
How came it yours?
IACHIMOThou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that
Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 170How! me?
IACHIMOI am glad to be constrain'd to utter that
Which torments me to conceal. By villany
I got this ring: 'twas Leonatus' jewel;
Whom thou didst banish; and — which more may
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 175grieve thee,
As it doth me — a nobler sir ne'er lived
'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord?
CYMBELINEAll that belongs to this.
IACHIMOThat paragon, thy daughter, —
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 180For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits
Quail to remember — Give me leave; I faint.
CYMBELINEMy daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength:
I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will
Than die ere I hear more: strive, man, and speak.
IACHIMOAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 185Upon a time, — unhappy was the clock
That struck the hour! — it was in Rome, — accursed
The mansion where! — 'twas at a feast, — O, would
Our viands had been poison'd, or at least
Those which I heaved to head! — the good Posthumus —
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 190What should I say? he was too good to be
Where ill men were; and was the best of all
Amongst the rarest of good ones, — sitting sadly,
Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 195Of him that best could speak, for feature, laming
The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva.
Postures beyond brief nature, for condition,
A shop of all the qualities that man
Loves woman for, besides that hook of wiving,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 200Fairness which strikes the eye —
CYMBELINEI stand on fire:
Come to the matter.
IACHIMOAll too soon I shall,
Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Posthumus,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 205Most like a noble lord in love and one
That had a royal lover, took his hint;
And, not dispraising whom we praised, — therein
He was as calm as virtue — he began
His mistress' picture; which by his tongue
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 210being made,
And then a mind put in't, either our brags
Were crack'd of kitchen-trolls, or his description
Proved us unspeaking sots.
CYMBELINENay, nay, to the purpose.
IACHIMOAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 215Your daughter's chastity — there it begins.
He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams,
And she alone were cold: whereat I, wretch,
Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him
Pieces of gold 'gainst this which then he wore
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 220Upon his honour'd finger, to attain
In suit the place of's bed and win this ring
By hers and mine adultery. He, true knight,
No lesser of her honour confident
Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 225And would so, had it been a carbuncle
Of Phoebus' wheel, and might so safely, had it
Been all the worth of's car. Away to Britain
Post I in this design: well may you, sir,
Remember me at court; where I was taught
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 230Of your chaste daughter the wide difference
'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'd
Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain
'Gan in your duller Britain operate
Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 235And, to be brief, my practise so prevail'd,
That I return'd with simular proof enough
To make the noble Leonatus mad,
By wounding his belief in her renown
With tokens thus, and thus; averting notes
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 240Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet, —
O cunning, how I got it! — nay, some marks
Of secret on her person, that he could not
But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd,
I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon —
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 245Methinks, I see him now —
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Ay, so thou dost,
Italian fiend! Ay me, most credulous fool,
Egregious murderer, thief, any thing
That's due to all the villains past, in being,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 250To come! O, give me cord, or knife, or poison,
Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out
For torturers ingenious: it is I
That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend
By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 255That kill'd thy daughter: — villain-like, I lie —
That caused a lesser villain than myself,
A sacrilegious thief, to do't: the temple
Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.
Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 260The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain
Be call'd Posthumus Leonitus; and
Be villany less than 'twas! O Imogen!
My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen!
IMOGENAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 265Peace, my lord; hear, hear —
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSShall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page,
There lie thy part.
PISANIOO, gentlemen, help!
Mine and your mistress! O, my lord Posthumus!
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 270You ne'er kill'd Imogen til now. Help, help!
Mine honour'd lady!
CYMBELINEDoes the world go round?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSHow come these staggers on me?
PISANIOWake, my mistress!
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 275If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
To death with mortal joy.
PISANIOHow fares thy mistress?
IMOGENO, get thee from my sight;
Thou gavest me poison: dangerous fellow, hence!
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 280Breathe not where princes are.
CYMBELINEThe tune of Imogen!
PISANIOLady,
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
That box I gave you was not thought by me
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 285A precious thing: I had it from the queen.
CYMBELINENew matter still?
IMOGENIt poison'd me.
CORNELIUSO gods!
I left out one thing which the queen confess'd.
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 290Which must approve thee honest: 'If Pisanio
Have,' said she, 'given his mistress that confection
Which I gave him for cordial, she is served
As I would serve a rat.'
CYMBELINEWhat's this, Comelius?
CORNELIUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 295The queen, sir, very oft importuned 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
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 300Was 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?
IMOGENAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 305Most like I did, for I was dead.
BELARIUSMy boys,
There was our error.
GUIDERIUSThis is, sure, Fidele.
IMOGENWhy did you throw your wedded lady from you?
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 310Think that you are upon a rock; and now
Throw me again.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSHang there like a fruit, my soul,
Till the tree die!
CYMBELINEHow now, my flesh, my child!
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 315What, makest thou me a dullard in this act?
Wilt thou not speak to me?
IMOGEN Your blessing, sir.
BELARIUS Though you did love
this youth, I blame ye not:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 320You had a motive for't.
CYMBELINEMy tears that fall
Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
Thy mother's dead.
IMOGENI am sorry for't, my lord.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 325O, she was nought; and long of her it was
That we meet here so strangely: but her son
Is gone, we know not how nor where.
PISANIOMy lord,
Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 330Upon my lady's missing, came to me
With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore,
If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
It was my instant death. By accident,
had a feigned letter of my master's
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 335Then in my pocket; which directed him
To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments,
Which he enforced from me, away he posts
With unchaste purpose and with oath to violate
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 340My lady's honour: what became of him
I further know not.
GUIDERIUSLet me end the story:
I slew him there.
CYMBELINEMarry, the gods forfend!
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 345I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Pluck a bard sentence: prithee, valiant youth,
Deny't again.
GUIDERIUSI have spoke it, and I did it.
CYMBELINEHe was a prince.
GUIDERIUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 350A most incivil one: the wrongs he did me
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
With language that would make me spurn the sea,
If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head;
And am right glad he is not standing here
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 355To tell this tale of mine.
CYMBELINEI am sorry for thee:
By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must
Endure our law: thou'rt dead.
IMOGENThat headless man
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 360I thought had been my lord.
CYMBELINEBind the offender,
And take him from our presence.
BELARIUSStay, sir king:
This man is better than the man he slew,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 365As well descended as thyself; and hath
More of thee merited than a band of Clotens
Had ever scar for.
Let his arms alone;
They were not born for bondage.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 370Why, old soldier,
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
By tasting of our wrath? How of descent
As good as we?
ARVIRAGUSIn that he spake too far.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 375And thou shalt die for't.
BELARIUSWe will die all three:
But I will prove that two on's are as good
As I have given out him. My sons, I must,
For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 380Though, haply, well for you.
ARVIRAGUSYour danger's ours.
GUIDERIUSAnd our good his.
BELARIUSHave at it then, by leave.
Thou hadst, great king, a subject who
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 385Was call'd Belarius.
CYMBELINEWhat of him? he is
A banish'd traitor.
BELARIUSHe it is that hath
Assumed this age; indeed a banish'd man;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 390I know not how a traitor.
CYMBELINETake him hence:
The whole world shall not save him.
BELARIUSNot too hot:
First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 395And let it be confiscate all, so soon
As I have received it.
CYMBELINENursing of my sons!
BELARIUSI am too blunt and saucy: here's my knee:
Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 400Then 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.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 405How! my issue!
BELARIUSSo sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan,
Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd:
Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment
Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 410Was 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,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 415Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
Upon my banishment: I moved her to't,
Having received the punishment before,
For that which I did then: beaten for loyalty
Excited me to treason: their dear loss,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 420The 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
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 425Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy
To inlay heaven with stars.
CYMBELINEThou weep'st, and speak'st.
The service that you three have done is more
Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost my children:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 430If these be they, I know not how to wish
A pair of worthier sons.
BELARIUSBe pleased awhile.
This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 435This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand
Of his queen mother, which for more probation
I can with ease produce.
CYMBELINEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 440Guiderius had
Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
It was a mark of wonder.
BELARIUSThis is he;
Who hath upon him still that natural stamp:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 445It was wise nature's end in the donation,
To be his evidence now.
CYMBELINEO, what, am I
A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother
Rejoiced deliverance more. Blest pray you be,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 450That, after this strange starting from your orbs,
may reign in them now! O Imogen,
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
IMOGENNo, my lord;
I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 455Have 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 ye were so indeed.
CYMBELINEDid you e'er meet?
ARVIRAGUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 460Ay, my good lord.
GUIDERIUSAnd at first meeting loved;
Continued so, until we thought he died.
CORNELIUSBy the queen's dram she swallow'd.
CYMBELINEO rare instinct!
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 465When shall I hear all through? This fierce
abridgement
Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
Distinction should be rich in. Where? how lived You?
And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 470How parted with your brothers? how first met them?
Why fled you from the court? and whither? These,
And your three motives to the battle, with
I know not how much more, should be demanded;
And all the other by-dependencies,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 475From chance to chance: but nor the time nor place
Will serve our long inter'gatories. See,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen,
And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
On him, her brother, me, her master, hitting
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 480Each object with a joy: the counterchange
Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,
And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.
Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever.
IMOGENYou are my father too, and did relieve me,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 485To see this gracious season.
CYMBELINEAll o'erjoy'd,
Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too,
For they shall taste our comfort.
IMOGENMy good master,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 490I will yet do you service.
CAIUS LUCIUSHappy be you!
CYMBELINEThe forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought,
He would have well becomed this place, and graced
The thankings of a king.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 495I 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
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 500Have made you finish.
IACHIMO I am down again:
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;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 505And here the bracelet of the truest princess
That ever swore her faith.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSKneel not to me:
The power that I have on you is, to spare you;
The malice towards you to forgive you: live,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 510And deal with others better.
CYMBELINENobly doom'd!
We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law;
Pardon's the word to all.
ARVIRAGUSYou holp us, sir,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 515As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Joy'd are we that you are.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUSYour servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome,
Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, methought
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 520Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows
Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found
This label on my bosom; whose containing
Is so from sense in hardness, that I can
Make no collection of it: let him show
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 525His skill in the construction.
CAIUS LUCIUSPhilarmonus!
SoothsayerHere, my good lord.
CAIUS LUCIUSRead, and declare the meaning.
Soothsayer 'When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 530unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a
piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar
shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many
years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old
stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 535his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in
peace and plenty.'
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
The fit and apt construction of thy name,
Being Leonatus, doth import so much.
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 540The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
Which we call 'mollis aer;' and 'mollis aer'
We term it 'mulier:' which 'mulier' I divine
Is this most constant wife; who, even now,
Answering the letter of the oracle,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 545Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about
With this most tender air.
CYMBELINEThis hath some seeming.
SoothsayerThe lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 550Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stol'n,
For many years thought dead, are now revived,
To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue
Promises Britain peace and plenty.
CYMBELINEWell
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 555My peace we will begin. And, Caius Lucius,
Although the victor, we submit to Caesar,
And to the Roman empire; promising
To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 560Whom heavens, in justice, both on her and hers,
Have laid most heavy hand.
SoothsayerThe fingers of the powers above do tune
The harmony of this peace. The vision
Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 565Of 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,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 570The imperial Caesar, should again unite
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which shines here in the west.
CYMBELINELaud we the gods;
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 575From our blest 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
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 580Our 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.