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First Guard.
Enter the Guard, rushing in.

A simple countryman, that

brought her figs : First Guard. Where is the queen?

This was his basket.
Char.
Speak softly, wake her not. Cæs.

Poison'd, then.
First Guard. Cæsar hath sent-

First Guard.

O Cæsar, Char.

Too slow a messenger. This Charmian lived but now; she stood and

[Applies an asp. spake: 0, come apace, dispatch ! I partly feel thee. I found her trimming up the diadem First Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood Cæsar's beguiled.

And on the sudden dropp'd. Sec. Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cas.

O noble weakness! Cæsar; call him.

If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear First Guard. What work is here! Charmian, By external swelling: but she looks like sleep, is this well done? As she would catch another Antony

350 Char. It is well done, and fitting for a In her strong toil of grace. princess

Dol.

Here, on her breast, Descended of so many royal kings.

330 There is a vent of blood and something blown: Ah, soldier!

[Dies. The like is on her arm.

First Guard. This is an aspic's trail: and Re-enter DOLABELLA.

these fig-leaves Dol. How goes it here?

Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
Sec. Guard.
All dead.

Upon the caves of Nile.
Dol.
Cæsar, thy thoughts Cas.

Most probable
Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming That so she died; for her physician tells me
To see perform’d the dreaded act which thou She hath pursued conclusions infinite
So sought'st to hinder.

Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed; [Within A way there, a way for Cæsar !' And bear her women from the monument: 360

She shall be buried by her Antony: Re-enter CÆSAR and all his train, marching.

No

grave upon the carth shall clip in it Dol. O sir, you are too sure an augurer; A pair so famous. High events as these That you did fear is done.

Strike those that make them; and their story is Cas.

Bravest at the last, No less in pity than his glory which She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal, 339 Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall Took her own way. The manner of their deaths? In solemn show attend this funeral; I do not see them bleed.

And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see Dol.

Who was last with them? High order in this great solemnity. [Exeunt. LRAMATIS PERSONE.

Two Critish Captains.
A Frenchman, friend to Philario.
Two Lords of Cymbeline's court
Two Gentlemen of the same.
Two Gaolers.

CYMBELINE, king of Britain.
CLOTEN, son to the Queen by a former hus-

band.
PosthumUS LEONATUS, a gentleman, hus-

band to Imogen.
PELARIUS, a banished lord, disguised under
the name of Morgan.

(sons to Cymbeline, disguised
Guiderius, under the names of Polydore
Arviragus, and Cadwal, supposed sons to
Philario, friend to Posthumus, Italians.
TACHINO, friend to Philario,
CAIUs Lucius, general of the Roman forces.
PISAVIO, servant to Posthumus.
CORNELIU'3, a physician.
A Roman Captain.

Qucen, wife to Cymbeline.
IMOGEN, daughter to Cymbelinc by a former

queen.

HELEN, a lady attending on Imogen.
Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, a

Soothsayer, a Dutchman, a Spaniard, Musi-
cians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers,
and other Attendants.

Apparitions.
CENE: Britain; Rome.

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ACT I.

Sec. Gent. What's his name and birth? SCENE I. Britail. The garden of Cymbeline's

First Gent. I cannot delve him to the root:

his father
palace.

Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour
Enter tuo Gentlemen.

Against the Romans with Cassibelan, First Gent. You do not meet a man but But had his titles by Tenantius whom frowns: our bloois

He served with glory and admired success,
No more obey the heavens than our courtiers So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus;
Still seem as does the king.

And had, besides this gentleman in question, Sec. Gent.

But what's the matter? Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time First Gent. His daughter, and the heir of 's Died with their swords in hand; for which their kingdom, whom

father, He purposed to his wife's sole son--a widow Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow That late he married-hath referr'd herself That he quit being, and his gentle lady, Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded; Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all As he was born. The king he takes the babe 40 Is outward sorrow; though I think the king To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus, Be touch'd at very heart.

Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber, Sec. Gent.

None but the king ? Puts to him all the learnings that his time First Gent. He that hath lost her too; so is Could make him the receiver of; which he took,

As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd, That most desired the match ; but not a courtier, And in's spring became a harvest, lived in courtAlthough they wear their faces to the bent Which rare it is to do.-most praised, most loved, Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not A sample to the youngest, to the more mature Glad at the thing they scowl at.

A glass that feated them, and to the graver Sec. Gent.

And why so? A child that guided dotards; to his mistress, 50 First Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess For whom he now is banish’d, her own price is a thing

Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue ; Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her- By her election may be truly read I mean, that married her, alack, good man! What kind of man he is. And therefore banish'd-is a creature such

Sec. Gent.

I honour him
As, to seek through the regions of the earth Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,
For one his like, there would be something failing Is she sole child to the king ?
In him that should compare.

I do not think
First Gent.

His only child. So fair an outward and such stuff within

He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing, Endows a man but he.

Mark it: the eldest of them at three years old, Sec. Gent. You speak him far.

l' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nurFirst Gent. I do extend him, sir, within him

sery self,

Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowCrush him together rather than unfold

ledge

60 His measure duly.

Which way they went.

the queen,

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Sec. Gent.

How long is this ago? This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart; First Gent. Some twenty years.

But keep it till you woo another wife, Sec. Gent. That a king's children should be so When Imogen is dead. convey'd,

Post.

How, how! another? So slackly guarded, and the search so slow, You gentle gods, give me but this I have, That could not trace them !

And sear up my embracements from a next First Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,

With bonds of death! [Putting on the ring.] Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Remain, remain thou here Yet is it true, sir.

While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, Sec. Gent. I do well believe you.

fairest, First Gent. We must forbear: here comes the As I my poor self did exchange for you, gentleman,

To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles queen, and princess.

[E xeunt. I still win of you: for my sake wear this;

It is a manacle of love; I'll place it Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.

Upon this fairest prisoner. Queen. No, be assured ycu shall not find me,

[Putting a bracelet upon her arm. daughter,

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Imo.

O the gods!
After the slander of most stepmothers,

When shall we see again?
Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but

Enter CYMBELINE and Lords.
Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, Post.

Alack, the king!
So soon as I can win the offended king,

Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid ! hence, from I will be known your advocate: marry, yet

my sight!
The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good If after this command thou fraught the court
You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience With thy unworthiness, thou diest: away!
Your wisdom may inform you.

Thou’rt poison to my blood.
Post.
Please your highness,

Post.

The gods protect you! I will from hence to-day.

And bless the good remainders of the court! Queen. You know the peril. 80 I am gone.

[Exit. I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying

Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king More sharp than this is. Hath charged you should not speak together. Cym.

O disloyal thing,

[Exit. That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st imo.

O

A year's age on me.
Dissembling courtesy !
How fine this tyrant

Imo.

I beseech you, sir, Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest hus- Harm not yourself with your vexation: band,

I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing - Subdues all pangs, all fears. Always reserved my holy duty--what

Cym.

Past grace? obedience? His rage can do on me: you must be gone;

Iino. Past hope, and in despair ; that way, past And I shall here abide the hourly shot

grace. Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,

90 Cyrn. That mightst have had the sole son of But that there is this jewel in the world

my queen! That I may see again.

Imo. O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle, Post. My queen! my mistress! And did avoid a puttock.

140 O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause

Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have To be suspected of more tenderness

made my throne Than doth become a man. I will remain

A seat for baseness. The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth: Imo.

No; I rather added My residence in Rome at one Philario's,

A lustre to it. Who to my father was a friend, to me

Cym. . O thou vile one! Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,

Imo.

Sir, And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send, It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus: Though ink be made of gall.

You bred him as my playfellow, and he is

A man worth any woman, overbuys me
Re-enter QUEEN.

Almost the sum he pays.
Queen.
Be brief, I pray you: 101 Cym.

What, art thou mad? If the king come, I shall incur I know not

I mo. Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would How much of his displeasure. [Aside] Yet I'll

I were move him

A neat-herd's daughter, and my

Leonatus
To walk this way: I never do him wrong, Our neighbour shepherd's son!
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;

Cym.

Thou foolish thing! 150 Pays dear for my offences.

[Exit. Post. Should we be taking leave

Re-enter QUEEN. As iong a term as yet we have to live,

They were again together: you have done The loathness to depart would grow.

Adieu ! Not after our command. Away with her, Imo. Nay, stay a little:

And pen her up. Were you but riding forth to air yourself,

Qucen. Beseech your patience. Peace, Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; Dear lady daughter, peace! Sweet sovereign,

бо

ΙΙο

How now,

his part.

Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some Clo. And that she should love this fellow and comfort

refuse me! Out of your best advice.

Sec. Lord. [Aside) If it be a sin to make a Cym. Nay, let her languish true election, she is damned.

30 A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,

First Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her Die of this solly![Exeunt Cymbeline and Lord's. beauty and her brain go not together: she's a good Queen. Fie! you must give way.

sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.

Sec. Lord. [Aside) She shines not upon fools, Enter PISANIO.

lest the reflection should hurt her. Here is your servant.

sir! What Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there news?

had been some hurt done! Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. Sec. Lord. [Aside] I wish not so; unless it Quecn.

Ha! 160 had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. No harm, I trust, is done?

Clo. You'll go with us?

40 Pis.

There might have been, First Lord. I'll attend your lordship. But that my master rather play'd than fought Clo. Nay, come, let's go together. And had no help of anger: they were parted Sec. Lord. Well, my lord.

[Excurt. By gentlemen at hand. Queen. I am very glad on't.

SCENE III. A room in Cymbeline's palace. Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes

Enter I MOGEN and PISANIO. To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!

Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores op I would they were in Afric both together;

the haven, Myself by with a needle, that I might prick And question’dst every sail: if he should write, The goer-back. Why came you from your master? And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost,

Pis. On his command: he would not suffer me As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
To bring him to the haven; left these notes 171 | That he spake to thee?
Of what commands I should be subject to,

Pis.

It was his queen, his qucen! When 't pleased you to employ me.

Imo. Then waved his handkerchief?
Queen.
This hath been Pis.

And kiss'd it, madam. Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour Imo. Senseless linen! happier therein than 1! He will remain so.

And that was all ?
Pis.
I humbly thank your highness. Pis.

No, madam; for so long
Queen. Pray, walk awhile.

As he could make me with this eye or ear Imo.

About some half-hour hence, Distinguish him from others, he did keep I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, Go see my lord aboard: for this time Icave me. Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mind

[Excunt. Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,

How swist his ship. SCENE II.

Imo.

Thou shouldst have made him
The same. A public place.

As little as a crow, or less, ere left
Enter CLOTEN and two Lords.

To after-eye him.
Pis.

Madam, so I did. First Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings; shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek crack'd them, but as a sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in: To look upon him, till the diminution there's none abroad so wholesome as that you Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle, vent.

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

Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Sec. Lord. [Aside] No, 'faith; not so much as Pisanio, his patience.

When shall we hear from him? First Lord. Hurt him! his body's a passable Pis.

De assured, madam, carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a throughfare for With his next vantage. steel, if it be not hurt.

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Sec. Lord. [Aside] His steel was in debt; it Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him went o' the backside the town.

How I would think on him at certain hours Clo. The villain would not stand me.

Such thoughts and such, or I could make him Sec. Lord. [Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.

The shes of Italy should not betray. First Lord. Stand you! You have land enough Mine interest and his honour, or have charged of your own: but he added to your having; gave him,

39 you soine ground.

At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, Sec. Lord. [Aside] As many inches as you | To encounter me with orisons, for then have oceans. Puppies !

I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
Clo. I would they had not come between us. Give him that parting kiss which I had set

Sec. Lord. (Aside] So would I, till you had Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father measured how long a fool you were upon the And like the tyrannous breathing of the north ground.

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Enter a Lady.

lach. Can we, with manners, ask what was Laddy.

The queen, madam, the difference? Desires your highness' company.

French. Safely, I think: 'twas a contention in Imo: Those things I bid you do, get them public, which may, without contradiction, suffer dispatch'd.

the report. It was much like an argument that I will attend the queen.

fell out last night, where each of us fell in praise Pis. Madam, I shall. [E xestirt. 40 of our country mistresses; this gentleman at that

time vouching—and upon warrant of bloody affirmSCENE IV. Rome. Philario's house. ation-his to be more fair, virtuous, wise, chaste, Enter PhilARIO, IACHIMO, a Frenchman, a

constant-qualified and less attemptable than any

the rarest of our ladies in France. Dutchman, and a Spaniard.

lach. That lady is not now living, or this lach. Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain : gentleman's opinion by this worn out. he was then of a crescent note, expected to prove Post. She holds her virtue still and I my mind. so worthy as since he hath been allowed the name lach. You must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of; but I could then have looked on him without of Italy. the help of admiration, though the catalogue of Post. Being so far provoked as I was in France, his endowments had been tabled by his side and I would abate her nothing, though I profess myI to peruse him by items.

self her adorer, not her friend. Phi. You speak of him when he was less fur- Iach. As fair and as good-a kind of hand-innished than now he is with that which makes him hand comparison-had been something too fair both without and within.

and too good for any lady in Britain. If she French. I have seen him in France: we had went before others I have seen, as that diamond very many there could behold the sun with as of yours outlustres many I have beheld, I could firm eyes as he.

not but believe she excelled many: but I have lach. This matter of marrying his king's not seen the most precious diamond that is, nor daughter, wherein he must be weighed rather by you the lady. her value than his own, words him, I doubt not, Post. I praised her as I rated her: so do I a great deal from the matter.

my stone. French. And then his banishment.

lach. What do you esteem it at? Iach.. Ay, and the approbation of those that Post. More than the world enjoys. weep this lamentable divorce under her colours Iach. Either your unparagoned mistress is are wonderfully to extend him; be it but to for- | dead, or she's outprized by a trifle. tify her judgement, which else an easy battery Post. You are mistaken: the one may be might lay flat, for taking a beggar without less sold, or given, if there were wealth enough for quality. But how comes it he is to sojourn with the purchase, or merit for the gift: the other you? How creeps acquaintance?

is not a thing for sale, and only the gift of the Phi. His father and I were soldiers together; gods. to whom I have been often bound for no less than lach. Which the gods have given you?

Here comes the Briton: let him be so Post. Which, by their graces, I will keep. entertained amongst you as suits, with gentlemen Iach. You may wear her in title yours: but, of your knowing, to a stranger of his quality. 30 you know, strange fowl light upon neighbouring Enter POSTHUMUS.

ponds. Your ring may be stolen too: so your

brace of unprizable estimations; the one is but I beseech you all, be better known to this gen- frail and the other casual; a cunning thief, or a tleman, whom I commend to you as a noble that way accomplished courtier, would hazard friend of mine : how worthy he is I will leave to the winning both of first and last. appear hereafter, rather than story him in his Post. Your Italy contains none so accomown hearing

plished a courtier to convince the honour of my French. Sir, we have known together in Or- mistress, if, in the holding or loss of that, you leans.

term her frail. I do nothing doubt you have Post. Since when I have been debtor to you store of thieves; notwithstanding, I fear not my for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay and yet ring.

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Phi. Let us leave here, gentlemen. French. Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: Post. Sir, with all my heart. This worthy I was glad I did atone my countryman and you; signior, I thank him, makes no stranger of me; it had been pity you should have been put toge- we are familiar at first. ther with so mortal a purpose as then each bore, Tach. With five times so much conversation, upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature. I should get ground of your fair mistress, make

Post. By your pardon, sir, I was then a young her go back, even to the yielding, had I admittraveller; rather shunned to go even with what tance and opportunity to friend. I heard than in my every action to be guided by Post. No, no. others' riences: but upon my mended judge- lach. I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of ment-if I offend not to say it is mended-my my estate to your ring; which, in my opinion, quarrel was not altogether slight.

51 o'ervalucs it something: but I make my wager French. 'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitre- rather against your confidence than her reputament of swords, and by such two that would by tion: and, to bar your offence herein too, I durst all likelihood have confounded one the other, or attempt it against any lady in the world. have fallen both.

Post. You are a great deal abused in too bold

my life.

pay still.

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