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(Poor ignorant baubles!) on our terrible seas, Thy fortunes.-How! that I should murder her?
So much as this fact comes to? Do't: The letter
Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st
So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.
Enter I MOGEN.
Imo. How now,
That knew the stars, as I his characters;
He'd lay the future open.—You good gods,
And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike;
Cambria, at Milford-Haven : What your own love
will, out of this, advise you, follow. So, he wishes That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar
you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and (Cæsar, that bath more kings his servants, than your, increasing in love, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS. Thyself domestic oflicers,) thine enemy:
O, for a horse with wings!—Hear'st thou, Pisanio?
Glide thither in a day?-_Then, true Pisanio,
Thou art welcome, Caius. (Who long'st,likeme, to see thy lord; wholong'st,-
But in a fainter kind :—0, not like me ;
For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick,
To the smothering of the sense,) how far it is
To this same blessed Milford: And, by the way,
To inherit such a haven : But, first of all,
Let proof speak. How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pas- That we shall make in time, from our hence-going, time with us a day, or two, longer: If you seek And our return, to excuse :--but first, how get us afterwards in other terms, you shall find
hence : us in our salt-water girdle: if you beat us out Why should excuse be born or e’er begot? of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our we'll talk of that hereafter. Pr’ythee, speak, crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an How many score of miles may we well ride end.
'Twixt hour and hour. Luc. So, sir.
One score, 'twixt sun and sun,
[Excunt. Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, SCENE II.--Another Room in the same.
Could never go so slow : I have heard of riding
wagers, Enter PISANIO.
Where horses have been pimbler than the sands Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you that runi'the clock's behalf:-But this is foolery:not
Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say
She'll home to her father; and provide me, pre0, master! what a strange infection
A riding suit; no costlier than would fit [sently, Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian
A franklin's housewife. (As poisonous tougue'd, as handed,) hath prevailid Pis.
Madam, you're best consider. do thy too ready bearing !--Disloyal? No:
Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here,
Accessible is none but Milford way. (Exeunt.
SCENE III.-Wales. A mountainous Country, with | Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid a Cave.
More pious debts to heaven, than in all (taias; Enter BELARIUB, GUIDERIUS, and AAVIRAGUS. The fore-end of my time.–Bat, up to the moon
Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such This is not hunters' language:-He, that strikes
And we will fear no poison, which attends
[Exeunt Gui. and Are. And keep their impious turbands on, without How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! Good-morrow to the sun.-Hail, thou fair heaven! These boys know little, they are sons to the king; We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. As prouder livers do.
They think, they are mine : and, though train'd op Gui. Hail, heaven!
thus meanly Arv.
Hail, beaven! I'the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do bit Bel. Now, for our mountain sport: Up to yon bill, The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, In simple and low things, to prince it, much When you above perceive me like a crow, Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, That it is place, which lessens, and sets off. The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom And you may then revolve what tales I have told you, The king his father called Guiderias, Jove! Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell This service is not service, so being done, The warlike feats I have done, bis spirits fly out But being so allow'd: To apprehend thus, Into my story: say,—Thus mine enemy fell; Draws us a profit from all things we see :
And thus I set my foot on his neck; even then And often, to our comfort, shall we find
The princely blood Bows in his cheek, be sweats, The sharded beetle in a safer hold
Strains his youvg nerves, and puts himself is Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life
posture Is nobler, than attending for a check ;
That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, Richer, than doing nothing for a babe;
(Once, Arvirágus,) in as like a figure, Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk : Strikes life into my speech, and shews moch more Such gain the cap of bim, that makes them fine, His own conceiving. Hark! the game is roas'd !Yet keeps his book unoross'd: no life to ours. O Cymbeline! heaven, and my conscience, knows, Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor Thou didst unjustly banish me; whereon, unfledg'd,
[not At three, and two years old, I stole these babes; Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor know Thinking to bar thee of succession, as What airs from home. Haply, this life is best, Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, If quiet life be best: sweeter to you,
Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their That have a sharper known; well corresponding
mother, With your stiff age : bat, anto us, it is
And every day do honour to ber grave: A cell of ignorance; travelling abed;
Myself, Belaríus, that am Morgan call'd, A prison for a debtor, that not dares
They take for natural father. The game is up. (Erit. To stride a limit. Aru. What should we speak of,
Scene IV.–Near Milford-Haren. When we are old as you? when we sball hear
Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN. The rain and wind beat dark December, how, Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, In this our pipching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away! We have seen nothing : | Was near at hand :-Ne'er long'd my mother so We are beastly; subtile as the fox, for prey; To see me first, as I have now :-Pisanio! Man! Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat:
Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind, Our valoar is, to chase what flies; our cage That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,
that sigh And sing our bondage freely,
From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, Bel.
How you speak! Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd Did you but know the city's asuries,
Beyond self-explication: Put thyself And felt them knowingly : the art o'the court, Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter? Is certain falling, or so slippery, that
Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with The fear's as bad as falling the toil of the war, A look untender? If it be summer news, A pain that only seems to seek out danger Smile to't before : if winterly, thou need'st I'the name of fame, and honour; which dies i'the But keep that countenance still.—My husband's And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, [search;
hand! As record of fair act; nay, many times,
That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him, Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Aud he's at some hard point.-Speak, man; thy Must court’sey at the censure :-0, boys, this story
tongue The world may read in me : My body's mark'd May take off some extremity, which to read With Roman swords; and my report was once
Would be even mortal to me. First with the best of note : Cymbeline lov'd me; Pis.
Please you, read; And when a soldier was the theme, my name And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing Was not far off: Then was I as a tree,
The most disdain'd of fortune. Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night, Imo. (Reads.) Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises; And left me bare to weather.
but from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as Gui. Uncertain favoar!
(oft,) | I expect my revenge. That part, thou, Pisanio, must Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told you
act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breack But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life: I Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline,
shall give thee opportunities at Milford-Haven; ske I was confederate with the Romans : 80,
hath my letter for the purpose: Where, if thou fear to Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, strike, and to make me certain it is done, tkou art the This rock, and these demesnes, have been my world : pander to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal
Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword ? the Pis. I'll wake mive eye-balls blind first.
Imo. False to his bed! What is it, to be false ? The elected deer before thee?
But to win time
I bave consider's of a course : Good lady,
Hear me with patience.
Talk thy tongue weary; speak:
I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear,
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
Not neither :
Imo. Some Roman courtezan.
No, on my life.
[weeping Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded
Why, good fellow,
What sball I do the wbile? Where bide? How live?
Il you'll back to the court,
Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado
If pot at court,
Then not in Britain must you bide.
Where then? But now thou seem'st a coward.
Hath Brituin all the son that shines ? Day, night, Pis.
Hence, vile instrument ! Are they not bat in Britain ? I'the world's volume
Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it;
Why, I must die; In a great pool, a swan's nest; Pr’ythee, think
There's livers out of Britain.
I am most glad
That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be,
But by self-danger; you should tread a course
Report should render him hourly to your ear,
As truly as he moves.
O, for such means !
I would adventure.
Well, then, here's the point :
You must forget to be a woman; change
Command into obedience ; fear, and niceness,
(The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her Woman its pretty self,) to a waggish courage; That now thou tir’st on, how thy memory.
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch
Of common-kissing Titan; and forget
You made great Juno angry.
Nay, be brief:
I see into thy end, and am almost
Royal sir, A man already.
Since the exile of Posthumus, most retird Pis.
First, make yourself but like one. Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord, Fore-thinking this, I have already lit,
'Tis time must do.' 'Beseech your inajesty, ('Tis in my cloak-bag.) doublet, hat, hose, all Forbear sharp speeches to her: She's a lady that answer to thein: Would you, in their serving, So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, And with what imitation you can borrow
And strokes death to her. From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
Re-enter an Attendant. Present yourself, desire his service, tell him
Where is she, sir? How Wherein you are happy, (which you'll make him
Can her contempt be answer'd ? know,
Please yon, sir, If that his head have ear in music,) doubtless,
Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer, With joy he will embrace you ; for he's honourable, That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make. And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad
Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, You have me, rich; and I will never fail
She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Beginning, nor supplyment.
Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, Imo.
Thou art all the comfort She should that daty leave unpaid to you, The gods will diet me with. Prytbee away: Which daily she was bound to proffer : this There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even
She wish'd me to make known; but our great court All that good time will give us : This attempt Made me to blame in memory. I'm soldier to, and will abide it with
Her doors lock'd ? A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee.
Not seen of late ? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell; Prove false!
[Enit. Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of
Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, Here is a box: I had it from the queen;
I have not seen these two days. What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea,
Go, look after.--[Erit Clota. Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!Will drive away distemper.-To some shade, He hath a drug of mine : I pray, his absence And fit you to your manhood :-May the gods
Proceed by swallowing that; for be believes Direct you to the best!
It is a thing most precious. But for her, Imo.
Ainen: I thank thee. (E.reunt. Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; Scene V.-A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.
Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is
To death, or to dishonour; and my end
Can make good use of either : She being dong, Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.
I bave the placing of the British crown.
How pow, my son?
Clo, My master's enemy.
'Tis certain, she is fled: Cym. Our subjects, sir,
Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself
Dare come about him. To sbew less sovereignty than they, must needs
All the better: May Appear unkinglike.
This night forestall him of the coming day! (Esil. Luc. So, sir, I desire of you
Clo. I love, and hate ber: for she's fair and royal; A conduct over-land, to Milford-Haven.
And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you !
Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The best she hath, and she, of all componnded, The due of honour in no point omit :
Outsells them all: I love her, therefore : But, So, farewell, noble Lucius.
Disdaining me, and throwing favours on
The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment. Clo. Receive it friendly: bat from this time forth That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point, I wear it as your enemy.
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools
Enter PISANIO. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, Till he have cross'd the Severn.-Happiness!
sirrah? [Exeunt Lucius and Lords. Come hither: Ah, you precious pander! Villaia, Queen. He goes hence frowning : but it honours Where is thy lady? In a word; or else That we have given him cause.
[us, Thou art straigbtway with the fiends. Clo.
'Tis all the better;
0, good my lord! Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor I will not ask again. Close villain, How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Our chariots and our horsemen be iu readiness : Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? The powers, tbat he already hath in Gallia
From whose so many weights of baseness cannot Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves A dram of worth be drawn. His war for Britain.
Alas, my lord, Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business;
How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. He is in Rome. Cym. Our expectation, that it would be thus, Clo.
Where is she, sir? Come nearer; Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, No further halting: satisfy me bome, Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd What is become of her ? Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd
Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! The duty of the day : She looks us like
All-worthy villain! A thing more made of malice, than of doty: Discover where thy mistress is, at once, We have noted it.--Call her before us; for
At the next word,—No more of worthy lord; We have been too slight in sufferance.
Speak, or thy silence on the instant is [Exit an Attendant, l Thy condemnation and thy death.
Tben, sir, Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,
Let's see't:— I will pursue her Thoa wast within a ken: O'Jove! I think,
Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean,
Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars
told me, this
I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie,
That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis
Hamph! A panishment, or trial ? Yes; no wonder,
Is sorer, than to lie for need ; and falsehood
Sir, as I think. Is worse in kings, than beggars.--My dear lord! Clo. It is Postbumus' hand; I know't.-Sirrah, Thou art one o'the false ones : Now I'think on thee, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true My bunger's gone; but even before, I was service; undergo those employments, wherein I At point to sink for food.-But what is this? should bave cause to use thee, with a serious indus- Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold: try,—that is, what villany so'er I bid thee do, to I were best not call; I dare not call; yet famine, perform it, directly and truly,-I would think thee Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. an honest man: thou should'st neither want my Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy prefer- of hardiness is mother.-Ho! who's here? Pis. Well, my good lord.
[ment. If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage,
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and ARVIRAGUS.
Bel. You, Polydore, bave prov'd best wood-
Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, suit he wore, when he took leave of my lady and
Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match : mistress.
The sweat of industry would dry, and die,
But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs suit bither: let it be thy first service; go.
Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness Pis. I shall, my lord.
Can snore upon the flint, when resiive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard. Now, peace be here, ask him one thing ; I'll remember't anon :- Even
Poor house, that keep'st thyself! there, thoa villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee.
I am thoroughly weary. I would, these garments were come. She said
Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. apon a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from
Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll browze my heart,) that she held the very garment of
on that, Posthumus in more respect than my noble and na
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
Bel. tural person, together with the adornment of my
Stay; come not in : ( Looking in.) qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I But that it eats our victuals, I should think ravish her: First kill him, and in her eyes'; there Here were a fairy. sball she see my valour, which will then be a torment
What's the matter, sir? to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech
Bel. By Júpiter, an angel! or, if not,
when An earthly, paragon!-Behold divineness
home again. Imo. Good masters, harm me not:
To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took
I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had
(meat : Pis. Ay, my noble lord.
Gold strew'd o'the floor. Here's money for my
As I had made my meal; and parted
With prayers for the provider.
Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
Who worship dirty gods.
I see, you are angry:
[Exit. Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss : for, true to
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have died, had I not made it.
Whither bound ?
Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir.
What is your name?
Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fall'n in this offence.
Pr'ythee, fair youth,
Think us no churls ; nor measure our good minds Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one:
By this rude place we live in. Well encounterid ! I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together 'Tis almost night : you shall have better cbeer,