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Imo. Fidele, sir.
Postures beyond brief nature ? ; for condition, Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page; A shop of all the qualities that inan I'll be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely. Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving,
[Cymbeline and Imogen walk uside Fairness, which strikes the eye: Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death? 5 Cym. I stand on fire: Aro. One sand another
Conie to the matter. Not more resembles: That sweet rosy lad,
Tach. All too soon I shall,
Chumus, Who dy'd, and was Fidele--What think you? Unless thou would'st grieve quickly This Post
Guid. The same dead thing alive. (forbear : Most like a noble lord in love, and one
Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; 10That had a royal lover) took his hint; Creatures may be alike; were 't he, I am sure And, not dispraising whom he prais’d, (therein He would have spoke to us.
He was as calm as virtue) he began . Guid. But we saw hiin dead.
His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being Bel. Be silent; let's see further.
made, Pisan. It is my mistress :
[Aside. 15 And then a mind put in't, either our brags Since she is living, let the time run on,
Were crack' of kitchen trulls, or his description To good or bad. (Cym. and Imogen conie forward. Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Cym. Come, stand thou by our side;
Cum. Nay, nay, to the purpose. Make thy demand aloud.Sir, step you forth; lach. Your daughter's chastity there it begins.
[To lachimo. 20 He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams, Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; And she alone were cold: Whereat, I, wretch! Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it,
Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore Winnow the truth from falsehood.On, speak Upon his honour'd finger to attain to him.
(der 25 In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may ren- By hers and mine adultery; he, true knight, Of whom he had this ring.
No lesser of her honour confident Post. What's that to him?
Aside. Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say,
And would so, had it been a carbuncle How came it yours?
30 Of Phæbus' wheel; and might so safely, had it Tach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Post I in this design: Well may you, sir, Cym. How! ine?
(which Remember me at court, where I was taught, lach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that Of your chaste daughter the wide difference Tormients me to conceal. By villainy 35'Twixtamorousandviilainous. Being thus quench'd I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel,
Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may
"Gan in your duller Britain operate grieve thee,
Most vilely, for my 'vantage, excellent; As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd (my lord? And, to be brief, iny practice so prevail'd, Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, 40That I return’d with simular proof enough Cym. All that belongs to this.
To make the noble Leonatus mad, lach. That paragon, thy daughter, [spirits By wounding his belief in her renown. For whom my heart drops blog and my false
With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes. Quail' to remember,–Give me leave; I faint. Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this, her bracelet, Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy 45 (0, cunning, how I got it !) nay, some marks strength:
Of secret on her person, that he could not I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, But think her bond of chastity quite crack’d, Than die e'er I hear more; strive, man, and speak. I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon,Jach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock
Methinks I see him now, That struck the hour!) it was in Rome, (accursa 50 Post. Ay, so thou dost, [Coming forward. The inansion where!) 'twas at a feast, (0, 'would Italian fiend !---Ah me, most credulous fool, Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least, Egregious murderer, thief, any thing, Those which I heav'd to head !) the good Post- That's due to all the villains past, in being, humus
To come!--0, give me cord or knife or poison, (What should I say? he was too good, to be 55 Some upright justicer! Thou, king, seud out Where ill men were; and was the best of all For tortures ingenious: it is I Among the rar'st of good ones) sitting sadly, That all the abhorred things o'the earth amend, Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
By being worse than they. I am Posthumus, For beauty that made barren the swell’d boast That kill'd thy daughter:- villain-like, I lie , Of hlin that best could speak: for feature, laming 60 That caus’d a lesser villain than myself, The shrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerva, A sacrilegious thief, to do't:- the temple
" To quail is to sink into dejection. ? i.e. the ancient statues of Venus and Minerva, which exCeeded, in beauty of exact proportion, any living bodies, the work of brief nature, i. ea of hasty uneJaborate nature.
Of virtue was she ; yea, and she herself!. You had a motite for it.
[To Guiderius and Arviragus. The dogs o'the street to bay m
villain Cym. My tears, that fall, Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus: and
Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
Imo. I'ın sorry for’t, my lord.
Cym. O,she was naught; and, long of her it was, Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear
That we meet here so strangely: But her son Post. Shall’s have a play of this ? thou scornful Is gone, we know not how, nor where. page, 10 Pisan. My lord,
(ten, There lie thy part. [Striking her, she falls. Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Clo Pisan. O, gentlemen, help
Upon my lady's missing, came to me Mine, and your mistress,–O my lord Posthumus! With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now :—Help, help!
swore, Mine honour'd lady!
151f I discover'd not which way she was gone, Cym. Does the world
It was my instant death: By accident,
Then in my pocket; which directed him Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean tostrikeme To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; To death with mortal joy.
20 Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Pisan. How fares my mistress?
Which he inforc'd from nie, away he posts Imo. O, get thee from my sight;
With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate Tbou gav'st me poison : dangerous fellow, hence! My lady's honour: what became of him, Breathe not where princes are.
I further know not. Cym. The tune of Imogen!
[me, if 25 Guid. Let me end the story: Pisan. Lady,the gods throw stones of sulphur on I slew him there. That box I gave you was not thought by me Cym. Marry, the gods forefend! A precious thing; I had it from the queen. I would not thy good deeds should froń my lips Cym. New matter still?
Pluck a hard sentence: prythee, valiant youth, Imo. It poison’d me.
30 Deny't again. Cor. O gods!
Guid. I have spoke it, and I did it. I left out one thing which the queen confess’d, Cym. He was a prince.
[me Wbich must approve thee honest: If Pisanio Guid. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did Have, said she, given his mistress that confection Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv'd 35 With language that would make me spurn the sea, As I would serve a rat.
If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head;
And am right glad, he is not standing here
Cym. I am sorry for thee:
(must The satisfaction of her knowledge, only 40 By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs,
Endure our law: Thou art dead.
Imo. That headless nian
Bel. Stay, sir king:
As well descended as thyself; and hath
More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens There was our error.
50 Had ever scar for.—Let his arms alone; Guid. This is sure Fidele. [you?
[To the Guard. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded ladyfrom They were not born for bondage. Think that you are upon a rock; and now
Cym. Why, old soldier, Throw me again.
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, 55 By tasting of our wrath: How of descent 'Till the tree die!
As good as we? Cym. How now, my flesh, my child?
Aro. In that he spake too far. What, mak'st thou me a dullard' in this act? Cym. And thou shalt die for 't. Wilt thou not speak to me?
Bel. We will die all three: Imo. Your blessing, sir.
[Kneeling: 60 But I will prove, that two of us are as good Bel. Though you did.love this youth, I blame As I have given out him.-My sons, I must, you not;
For my own part, unfold a dangerous speech, ' i. e. Virtue herself.. 2. This wild and delicious perturbation.Staggers is the horse's apoplexy. * A dullard in this place nieans a person stupidly unconcerned.
Though, haply, well for you.
It was a mark of wonder. Art. Your danger's ours.
Bel. This is he; Guid. And our good his.
Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: Bel. Have at it then.
It was wise nature's end in the donation,
Cym. 0, what am I
A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Abanish'd traitor.
Rejoic'd deliverance more:-Blest may you be, Bel. He it is, that hath
That, after this strange starting from your orts, Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; 10 You may reign in them now !-O Imogen, I know not how, a traitor.
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom. Cym. Take him hence;
Imo. No, my lord ;
[thers, The whole world shall not save him.
I have got two worlds by 't.-) my gentle broBel. Not too hot:
Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter, First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; 15 But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, And let it be confiscate all, so soon
When I was but your sister; I you brothers, As I have receiv'd it.
When you were so indeed. Cym. Nursing of my sons?
[knee; Cym. Did you c'er meet? Bel
. I am too blunt and saucy: Here's my Arr. Ay, my good lord. Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons ;
201 Guid. And at first meeting lov’d; Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, Continued so, until we thought he died. These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. And think they are my sons, are none of mine; Сут. rare instinct! They are the issue of your loins, my liege, When shall I hear all through? This fierce ? And blood of your begetting.
abridgement Cym. How! my issue!
Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Bel. Sosure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Distinction should be rich in..Where? how Am that Belarius whom you sometime banisli’d:
you? Your pleasure was my near 'offence, my punish- And when came you to serve our Roman captive? Itself, and all my treason; that I sutferd, [ment 30 How parted with your brothers? how first met Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes
them? (For such and so they are) these twenty years Whyfed you from the court? and whither? These, Have I train’d up: those arts they have, as I
And your three motives to the battle, with Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as know not how much more,should be demanded; Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, 33 and all the other by-dependancies, [place, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole thesechildren From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't; Will serve our long intergatories. See, Having receiv'd the punishment before,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty And she, like harınless lightning, throws her eye, Excited me to treason: Their dear loss,
40 On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Each object with a joy: the counter-change Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Is severally in all. "Let's quit this ground, Here are your sons again; and I must lose. And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. Two of the sweet’st companions in the world:- Thou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever. The benediction of these covering heavens
To Belarius. Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me To inlay heaven with stars.
T'o see this gracious scason. Cym. Thou weep'st and speak’st.
Cym. All o'er-joy'd, The service, that you three have done, is more Save these in bonds : let them be joyful too, Unlike than this thou tellst : I lost my children; 50 For they shall taste our comfort. If these be they, I know not how to wish
Imo. My good master, A pair of worthier sons.
you service. Bel. Be pleas'd a while.
Luc. Happy be you! This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: 35 Hewould have well becom'd this place, and grac'd This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus, The thankings of a king. Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lap'd Post. I am, sir, In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand The soldier that did company these three Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, In poor beseeming ; 'twas a fitment for I can with ease produce.
160 The purpose I then follow'd:-That I was he, Cym. Guiderius had
Speak, lachimo; I had you down, and might Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
I will yet
Meere is very properly proposed by Mr. Tyrwhitt.
Fierce is vehement, rapid.
Tach. I am down again :
To pay our wonted tribute, from the which But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;
On whom heaven's justice (both on her, and her’s) As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech Hath lay'd most heavy hand. Which I so often owe: but your ring tirst; [you, 5 Sooth: The fingers of the powers above do tune And here the bracelet of the truest princess, The harmony of this peace. The vision That ever swore her faith.
Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke Post. Kneel not to me:
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant The power that I have on you, is to spare you; Is full accomplished: For the Roman eagle, The inalice towards you, to forgive you: Live, (10 From south to west on wing soaring aloft, And deal with others better.
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the son Cym. Nobly doom'd:
So vanish'd: which fore-shew'd, our princelyeagle, We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; The imperial Cæsar, should again unite Pardon's the word to all.
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Ard. You holp us, sir.
115 Which shines here in the west. As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Cym. Laud we the gods; Joy'd are we, that you are.
And let our crooked smokes climb totheir nostrils Post. Your servant, princes.
lord From our blest altars! Publish we this peace of Roine,
To all our subjects. Set we forward: Let Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, 20 A Roman and a British ensign wave Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back’d,
Friendly together: so thro' Lud's town march; Appear'd to me, with other sprightly shews' And in the temple of great Jupiter Of mine own kindred: when I wak’d, I found Our peace we'll ratify ; seal it with feasts.This label on my bosom; whose containing
Set on there :-Never was a war did cease, Is so from sense in hardness, that I can
25 Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. Make no collection? of it: let him shew
[Ereunt omncs. · His skill in the construction. Luc. Philarmonus,
A SONG, sung by Guiderius and Arriragus oter Sooth. Here, my good lord.
Fidele, supposed to be dead. Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.
130 Soothsuyer roads.
By Mr. WILLIAM COLLINS. " When as a lion's whelp shall to himself
1. “ unknown, without seeking find, and be em- To fair Fidele's grassy tomb, “ brac'd by a piece of tender air ; and when from Soft maids and rillage hinds shall bring
a stately cedar shall be lopt branches, which, 35 Each op'ning sweet, of earliest bloom, “ being dead many years, shall after revive, be And rifle all the breathing spring. “ joined to the old stock, and freshly grow; then
2. « shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be No railing ghost shall dare appear « fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty." To ver with shrieks this quiet grove: Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
40 But shepherd-lads assemble here, The fit and apt construction of thy name,
And melting virgins own their love. Being Leo-natus, doth import so inuch ;
3. The piece of tender air thy virtuous daughter, No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
[To Cymbeline. No goblins lead their nightly crew: Which we call mollis aer ; and mollis aer 115 The female fays shall haunt the green, We terın it mulier: which mulier, I divine, (now And dress thy grave with pearly dew. Is this most constant wife; (To Post.] who, even
4. Answering the letter of the oracle,
The red-breast oft at ev'ning hours Unknown to you, unsought, were clip'd about, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With this most tender air.
50 With loary moss, and gather'd flowers, Cym. This hath some seeming.
To deck the ground where thou art taid. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
5. Personates thee: and thy lopt branches point, When howling winds, and beating rain, Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarius stolen,
In tempests shake the sylvan cell ; For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, 55
Or 'midst the chace on ev'ry plain, To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue
The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Promises Britain peace and plenty.
Each lonely scene shall thce restore; My peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius, For thee the tear be duly shed: Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, 60 Belov'd, till life could charm no more; And to the Roman einpire, promising
And mourn'd, till pity's self be dead. Sprightly shews are ghostly appearances; but should be read spritely shews. A collection is a corollary, a consequence deduced from premises. '
Knights attending on the King, Officers, Messengers, Soldiers, and Attendants.
-Do you know this noble gentleman, Edınund?
Edm. No, my lord.
Glo. My lord of Kent. Remember him here
after as my honourable friend. Kent. I THOUGHT, the king had more affected 5
Edm. My services to your lordship. [ter.
Kent. I must love you, and sueto know you betGlo. It did always seem so to us : but now, in Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving. the division of the kingdom, it appears not which Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away of the dukes he values most; for equalities are he shall again :-The king is coming. so weighed, that curiosity' in neither can make 10
[Trumpets sound within. choice of either's moiety.
Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Kent. Is not this your son, my lord ?
Cordelia, and Attendants. Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at iny charge: Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that
Gloster. now I am braz'd to 't.
15 Glo.Ishall,inyliege. (E.reuntOloster and Edmund. Kent. I cannot conceive you.
Lear. Mean time we shall express our darker Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could:
purpose. whereupon she grew round-womb’d; and had, The map there.--Know, that we have divided indeed, sir, à son for her cradle, ere she had a In three our kingdoin: and 'tis our fast intent husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault? 120 To shake all cares and business from our age;
Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue Conferring them on younger strengths, while we of it being so proper.
Unburthen'd crawl toward death. Our son of Glo. But I have, sir, a son by order of law,
Cornwall, some years elder than this, who is yet no dearer in And you, our no less loving son of Albany, my account, though this knave came somewhat|25 We have this hour a constant * will to publish saucily into the world before he was sent for: yet Our daughters' several-dowers, that future strife was his mother fair; there was good sport at his May be prevented now. The princes, France and making, and the whoreson must beacknowledged.
Burgundy, · Curiosity is scrupulousness, or captiousness. 2 The strict sense of the word moiety is hals, one of two equal parts : but Shakspeare coinmonly uses it for any part or division. Darker, for more secret; not for indirect, oblique. Constant is firm, determined.