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Cym. . Thou’rt my good youth, my page; Loves woman for, besides that hook of wiving, I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely.

Fairness which strikes the eye--
[Cymbeline and Imogen converse a part. Cym.

I stand on fire:
Bel. Is not this boy revived from death? Come to the matter.
Aru.
One sand another 120 Tach.

All too soon I shall,
Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad

Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This PostWho died, and was Fidele. What think you?

humus,

170 Gui. The same dead thing alive.

Most like a noble lord in love and one Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us That had a royal lover, took his hint ; not; forbear;

And, not dispraising whom we praised,—therein
Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure He was as calm as virtue-he began
He would have spoke to us.

His mistress' picture ; which by his tongue being
Gui.

But we saw him dead. made, Bel. Be silent; let's see further.

And then a mind put in’t, either our brags, Pis.

[Aside] It is my mistress : Were crack'd of kitchen-trulls, or his description Since she is living, let the time run on

Proved us unspeaking sots. To good or bad.

Cym. .

Nay, nay, to the purpose. [Cymbeline and Imogen come forward. lach. Your daughter's chastity--there it begins. Cym. . Come, stand thou by our side ; He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams, 180 Make thy demand aloud. [To lachimo] Sir, And she alone were cold: whereat I, wretch, step you forth;

130 Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; Pieces of gold 'gainst this which then he wore Or, by our greatness and the grace of it,

Upon his honour'd finger, to attain Which is our honour, bitter torture shall

In suit the place of's bed and win this ring Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to By hers and mine adultery. He, true knight, him.

No lesser of her honour confident Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; render

And would so, had it been a carbuncle 189 Of whom he had this ring.

Of Phoebus' wheel, and might so safely, had it Post.

[Aside] What's that to him? Been all the worth of's car. Away to Britain Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say

Post I in this design: well may you, sir, How came it yours?

Remember me at court; where I was taught Iach. Thou’lt torture me to leave unspoken Of your chaste daughter the wide difference that

'Twixt amorous

and villanous. Being thus Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.

quench'd Cym.

How! me ? 140 Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain lach. I am glad to be constrain’d to utter that 'Gan in your duller Britain operate Which torments me to conceal. By villany Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent: I got this ring : 'twas Leonatus' jewel ;

And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd, Whom thou didst banish; and--which more may That I return'd with simular proof enough grieve thee,

To make the noble Leonatus mad, As it doth me-a nobler sir ne'er lived

By wounding his belief in her renown 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes

Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,Cyın. All that belongs to this.

O cunning, how I got it !--nay, some marks lach.

That paragon, thy daughter, -- Of secret on her person, that he could not For whom my heart drops blood, and my false But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, spirits

I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon-
Quail to remember- Give me leave; I faint. Methinks, I see him now-
Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew Post. [Advancing] Ay, so thou dost,
thy strength:

Italian fiend! Ay me, most credulous fool, 210
I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will Egregious murderer, thief, any thing,
Than die ere I hear more : strive, man, and speak. That's due to all the villains past, in being,

lach. Upon a time, ---unhappy was the clock To come! O, give me cord, or knife, or poison, That struck the hour!—it was in Rome,-ac- Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out cursed

For torturers ingenious: it is I
The mansion where !—twas at a feast,--0, would That all the abhorred things o’the earth amend
Our viands had been poison’d, or at least

By being worse than they. I am Posthumus, Those which I heaved to head !-the good Post- That kill'd thy daughter :-villain-like, I lie humus

That caused a lesser villain than myself,
What should I say? he was too good to be A sacrilegious thief, to do’t: the temple
Where ill men were ; and was the best of all Of virtue was she ; yea, and she herself.
Amongst the rarest of good ones,--sitting sadly, Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
Hearing us praise our loves of Italy 161 The dogs o'the street to bay me: every villain
For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus; and
Of him that best could speak, for feature, laming Be villany less than 'twas! O Imogen!
The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
Postures beyond brief nature, for condition, Imogen, Imogen!
A shop of all the qualities that man

Imo.

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Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scorn- Upon my lady's missing, came to me

With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and
There lie thy part. [Striking her: she falls. swore,
Pis.

O, gentlemen, help! 229 If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
Mine and your mistress! O, my lord Posthumus! It was my instant death. By accident,
You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now. Help, help! I had a feigned letter of my master's
Mine honour'd lady!

Then in my pocket; which directed him 280
Cym.

Does the world go round? To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; Post. How come these staggers on me? Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Pis.

Wake, my mistress! Which he enforced from me, away he posts
Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to With unchaste purpose and with oath to violate
strike me

My lady's honpur: what became of him
To death with mortal joy.

I further know not.
Pis.
How fares my mistress? Gui.

Let me end the story:
Imo. O, get thee from my sight;

I slew him there.
Thou gavest me poison : dangerous fellow, hence ! Cym. Marry, the gods forfend!
Breathe not where princes are.

I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Cym. .

The tune of Imogen! Pluck a hard sentence: prithee, valiant youth,
Pis. Lady,

Deny't again.
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if 240

Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it. 290
That box I gave you was not thought by me Cym. He was a prince.
A precious thing : I had it from the queen.

Gui. A most incivil one : the wrongs he did me
Cym. New matter still?

Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me I mo.

It poison'd me. With language that would make me spurn the sea,

O gods! If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head;
I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, And am right glad he is not standing here
Which must approve thee honest: 'If Pisanio To tell this tale of mine.
Have' said she given his mistress that confection Сут. .

I ain sorry for thee:
Which I gave him for cordial, she is served By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and
As I wo serve a rat.'

must
Сут.

What's this, Cornelius? Endure our law: thou’rt dead.
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importuned me I mo.

That headless man
To temper poisons for her, still pretending 250 I thought had been

my

lord. The satisfaction of her knowledge only

Cym.

Bind the offender, 300
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs, And take him from our presence.
Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose

Bel.

Stay, sir king:
Was of more danger, did compound for her This man is better than the man he slew,
A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease As well descended as thyself; and hath
The present power of life, but in short time More of thee merited than a band of Clotens
All offices of nature should again

Had ever scar for. [To the Guard] Let his arms
Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it?

alone;
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.

They were not born for bondage.
Bel.
My boys, Cym.

Why, old soldier,
There was our error.

Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
Gui.

This is, sure, Fidele. 260 By tasting of our wrath? How of descent
Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady As good as we?
from you?

Arv. In that he spake too far.
Think that you are upon a rock ; and now

Cym. And thou shalt die for't.
Throw me again.
[Embracing him. Bel.

We will die all three : 310
Post.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, But I will prove that two on's are as good
Till the tree die !

As I have given out him. My sons, I must,
Cym. How now, my flesh, my child ! For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
What, makest thou me a dullard in this act? Though, haply, well for you.
Wilt thou not speak to me?

Arv.

Your danger's ours. I mo.

[Kneeling] Your blessing, sir. Gui. And our good his. Bel. [To Guiderius and Arviragus] Though Bel.

Have at it then, by leave.
you did love this youth, I blame ye not; Thou hadst, great king, a subject who
You had a motive for 't.

Was call'd Belarius.
Сут. .
My tears that fall

Cym.

What of him? he is
Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,

A banish'd traitor.
Thy mother's dead.

Bel.

He it is that hath
Imo.

I am sorry for’t, my lord. 270 Assumed this age; indeed a banish'd man;
Cym. O, she was naught; and long of her it I know not how a traitor.
was

Сут. .

Take him hence:

320 That we meet here so strangely: but her son The whole world shall not save him. Is gone, we know not how nor where.

Bel.

Not too hot:
My lord, First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;
Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord And let it be confiscate all, so soon
Cloten,

As I have received it.

Pis.

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Сут.
Nursing of my sons !

Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.
Bel. I am too blunt and saucy: here's my Cym.

O rare instinct ! knee:

When shall I hear all through? This fierce
Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons :

abridgement
Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir, Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
These two young gentlemen, that call me father Distinction should be rich in. Where? how lived
And think they are my sons, are none of mine; you?
They are the issue of your loins, my liege, 330 | And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
And blood of your begetting.

How parted with your brothers ? how first met
Сут. .

How!

my
issue !

them?
Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Why fled you from the court? and whither?
Morgan,

These,
Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: And your three motives to the battle, with
Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punish- I know not how much more, should be demanded;

And all the other by-dependencies,

390 Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd

From chance to chance : but nor the time nor
Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes-

place
For such and so they are-these twenty years Will serve our long inter'gatories. See,
Have I train'd up: those arts they have as I Posthumus anchors upon Imogen,
Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as 339 And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, On him, her brothers, me, her master, hitting
Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Each object with a joy : the counterchange
Upon my banishment: I moved her to't,

Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,
Having received the punishment before,

And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.
For that which I did then: beaten for loyalty (To Belarius) Thou art my brother; so we'll
Excited me to treason: their dear loss,

hold thee ever. The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped

Imo.

You are my father too, and did relieve
Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir,
Here are your sons again; and I must lose To see this gracious season.
Two of the sweet'st companions in the world. Сут. .

All o'erjoy'd,
The benediction of these covering heavens 350 Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too,
Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy For they shall taste our comfort.
To inlay heaven with stars.

Imo.

My good master,
Cym.
Thou weep'st, and speak’st. I will yet do

you

service. The service that you three have done is more Luc.

Happy be you!
Unlike than this thou tell’st. I lost my children: Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought,
If these be they, I know not how to wish

He would have well becomed this place, and
A pair of worthier sons.

graced Bel.

Be pleased awhile. The thankings of a king. This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,

Post.

I am, sir,
Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: The soldier that did company these three
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus, 359 In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for
Your younger princely son ; he, sir, was lapp'd The

purpose

I then follow'd. That I was he, 410
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand Speak, Iachimo: I had you down and might
Of his queen mother, which for more probation Have made you finish.
I can with ease produce.

lach. [K’neeling] I am down again:
Cym.
Guiderius had

But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;

As then your force did. Take that life, beseech It was a mark of wonder.

you, Bel. This is he;

Which I so often owe: but your ring first; Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: And here the bracelet of the truest princess It was wise nature's end in the donation,

That ever swore her faith, To be his evidence now.

Post.

med Kneel not to me : Сут. O, what, am I

The power that I have on you is to spare you; A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother 369 The malice towards you to forgive you: live, Rejoiced deliverance more. Blest pray you be,

And deal with others better. That, after this strange starting from your orbs, Cym.

Nobly doom'd!

420 You may reign in them now ! O Imogen, We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.

Pardon's the word to all.
Imo.

No, my lord;
Arv.

You holp us, sir,
I have got two worlds by’t. O my gentle brothers, As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter Joy'd are we that you are.
But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother,

Post.

Your servant, princes. Good my lord When I was but your sister; I you brothers,

of Rome, When ye were so indeed.

Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, methought
Cym. .

Did
you

e'er meet? Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back’d, Arv. Ay, my good lord.

Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows Gui.

And at first meeting loved; Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found Continued so,

until we thought he died. 380 This label on my bosom; whose containing

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Is so from sense in hardness, that I can

Cym.

Well;
Make no collection of it: let him show

My peace we will begin. And, Caius Lucius,
His skill in the construction.

Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar,
Luc.

Philarmonus! And to the Roman empire; promising,
Sooth. Here, my good lord.

To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
Luc.

Read, and declare the meaning. We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;
Sooth. [Reads] ‘When as a lion's whelp shall, Whom heavens, in justice, both on her and hers,
to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be Have laid most heavy hand.
embraced by a piece of tender air; and when Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do
from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches,
which, being dead many years, shall after revive, The harmony of this peace. The vision
be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke
then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty.' Is full accomplish'd; for the Roman eagle,
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;

From south to west on wing soaring alost,
The fit and apt construction of thy name,

Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun
Being Leo-natus, doth import so much.

So vanish’d: which foreshow'd our princely eagle,
[To Cymbeline] The piece of tender air, thy The imperial Cæsar, should again unite
virtuous daughter,

His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which we call mollis aer;' and 'mollis aer' Which shines here in the west.
We term it 'mulier :' which 'mulier' I divine Cym.

Laud we the gods;
Is this most constant wife; who, even now, And let our crooked smokes climb to their
Answering the letter of the oracle,

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nostrils
Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about From our blest altars. Publish we this peace
With this most tender air.

To all our subjects. Set we forward : let
Cym.
This hath some seeming. A Roman and a British ensign wave

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Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Friendly together : so through Lud's-town march:
Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point And in the temple of great Jupiter
Thy two sons forth ; who, by Belarius stol'n, Our peace we'll ratify ; seal it with feasts.
For many years thought dead, are now revived, Set on there! Never was a war did cease,
To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.
Promises Britain peace and plenty.

(Exeunt.

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PERICLES.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

ANTIOCHUS, king of Antioch.
PERICLES, prince of Tyre.
HELICANUS

, } two lords of Tyre.
SIMONIDES, king of Pentapolis.
CLEON, governor of Tarsus.
LYSIMACHUS, governor of Mytilene.
CERIMON, a lord of Ephesus.
THALIARD, a lord of Antioch.
PHILEMON, servant to Cerimon.
LEONINE, servant to Dionyza.
Marshal.
A Pandar.
Boult, his servant.

The Daughter of Antiochus.
DIONYZA, wife to Cleon.
THAISA, daughter to Simonides.
Marina, daughter to Pericles and Thaisa.
LYCHORIDA, nurse to Marina.

A Bawd.
Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates,
Fishermen, and Messengers.

DIANA.

Gower, as Chorus. SCENE: Dispersedly in various countries.

ACT I.

IO

Enter Gower. Before the palace of Antioch. To sing a song that old was sung, From ashes ancient Gower is come; Assuming man's infirmities, To glad your ear, and please your eyes. It hath been sung at festivals, On ember-eves and holy-ales; And lords and ladies in their lives Have read it for restoratives: The purchase is to make men glorious; Et bonum quo antiquius, eo melius. If you, born in these latter times, When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes, And that to hear an old man sing May to your wishes pleasure bring, I life would wish, and that I might Waste it for you, like taper-light. This Antioch, then, Antiochus the Great Built up,

this city, for his chiefest seat; The fairest in all Syria, I tell you what mine authors say: This king unto him took a fere, Who died and left a female heir, So buxom, blithe, and full of face, As heaven had lent her all his grace ; With whom the father liking took, And her to incest did provoke: Bad child; worse father! to entice his own To evil should be done by none: But custom what they did begin Was with long use account no sin. The beauty of this sinful dame Made many princes thither frame, To seek her as a bed-fellow, In marriage-pleasures play-fellow: Which to prevent he made a law, To keep her still, and men in awe, That whoso ask'd her for his wife, His riddle told not, lost his life:

So for her many a wight did die,
As yon grim looks do testify.

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What now ensues, to the judgement of your eye
I give, my cause who best can justify. Exit.
SCENE I. Antioch. A room in the palace.
Enter ANTIOCHUS, Prince PERICLES, and

followers.
Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large

received
The danger of the task you undertake.
Per.

I have, Antiochus, and, with a soul
Embolden'd with the glory of her praise,
10 Think death no hazard in this enterprise.

Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed like a

bride,
For the embracements even of Jove himself;
At whose conception, till Lucina reign'd,
Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence,
The senate-house of planets all did sit,
To knit in her their best perfections.

Music. Enter the Daughter of Antiochus.
Per. See where she comes, apparell'd like the

spring,
Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
Of every virtue gives renown to men!
Her face the book of praises, where is read
Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence
Sorrow were ever razed, and testy wrath
Could never be her mild companion.
You gods that made me man, and sway in love,

That have inflamed desire in my breast 30 To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree,

Or die in the adventure, be my helps,
As I am son and servant to your will,
To compass such a boundless happiness !

Ant. Prince Pericles,-
Per. That would be son to great Antiochus.

Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,
With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd ;
For death-like dragons here affright thee hard :

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