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Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed : Not what you have reserv’d, nor what acknowledg’d, And, when thou hast done this chare. I'll give thee Put we i' the roll of conquest : still be it yours,
leave Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,
To play till doomsday. — Bring our crown and all Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you Wherefore's this noise ? Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheerd;
(Exit Iras. A Noise ilkin. Make not your thoughts your prisons : no, dear
Enter one of the Guard, queen; For we intend so to dispose you, as
Here is a rural fellow, Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep :
That will not be denied your highness' presence; Our care and pity is so much upon you,
He brings you figs. That we remain your friend; And so, adieu.
Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument Cleo. My master, and my lord !
[Erit Guard Cæs.
Not so: Adieu. May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.
[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train. My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing Cleo. He words ine, girls, he words me, that I Of woman in me: Now from head to foot should not
I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. No planet is of mine.
Re-enter Guard, with a Clown bringing a Bastet. Iras. Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
This is the man.
Cleo. Avoid, and leave him. (Erit Guard I have spoke already, and it is provided ;
Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,
That kills and pains not?
Clown. Truly I have him: but I would not be
the party that should desire you to touch him, for Re-enter DOLABELLA.
his biting is immortal; those, that do die of it, de Dol. Where is the queen ?
seldom or never recover. Char. Behold, sir. [Exit CHARMIAN.
Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on't? Cleo.
Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command, of one of them no longer than yesterday : a very Which my love makes religion to obey,
honest woman, but something given to lie; as i I tell you this : Cæsar through Syria
woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: Intends his journey; and, within three days,
how she died of the biting of it, what pains she felt.You with your children will he send before : Truly, she makes a very good report o' the worm: Make your best use of this: I have perform'd But he that will believe all that they say, shall never Your pleasure and my promise.
be saved by half that they do: But this is most Cleo.
Dolabella, fallible, the worm's an odd worm.
Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell.
Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm.
Cleo. Farewell. (Clown sets down the Basrt. Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. (Exit Dou.] Now, Clown. You must think this, look you, that the Iras, what think'st thou ?
worm will do his kind. 9 Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shall be shown
Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell. In Rome, as well as I: mechanick slaves
Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted, With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, there Uplift us to the view ; in their thick breaths,
is no goodness in the worm. Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded. And forc'd to drink their vapour.
Clown. Very good : give it nothing, I pray you, Iras.
The gods forbid ! for it is not worth the feeding. Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras : Saucy lictors
Cleo. Will it eat me? Will catch at us, like strumpets : and scald rhymers Clown. You must not think I am so simple, but Ballad us out o'tune: the quick 9 comedians I know the devil himself will not eat a woman : I Extemporally will stage us, and present
know, that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the Our Alexandria revels; Antony
devil dress her not. Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Cleo. Well, get thee gone ; farewell. Some squeaking Cleopatra boy' my greatness. Clown. Yes, forsooth ; I wish you joy of the worm. Iras. O the good gods !
[Erit. Cleo. Nay, that is certain. Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure my nails
Re-enter Iras, with a Robe, Crown, &c. Are stronger than mine eyes.
Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Cleo.
Why that's the way Immortal longings in me: Now no more To fool their preparation, and to conquer
The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip :Their most absurd intents. Now, Charinian? – Yare, yares, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear
Antony call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
Go fetch The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men My best attires;I am again for Cydnus. To excuse their after wrath : Husband, I come: To meet Mark Antony; Sirrah, Iras, go.
Now to that name my courage prove my title ! | Female characters were played by boys. 2 Act according to his nature. 3 Make haste.
I am fire, and air; my other elements
Enter DOLABELLA. I give to baser life. — So, - have you done?
Dol. How goes it here? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
All dead. Farewell, kind Charmian; - Iras, long farewell.
Cæsar, thy thoughts [Kisses them. Iras falls and dies. Touch their effects in this : Thyself art coming Have I the aspick in my lips ? Dost fall ?
To see perform'd the dreaded act, which thou If thou and nature can so gently part,
So sought'st to hinder. If thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world
[Within.] A way there, way for Cæsar! It is not worth leave-taking. Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain ; that I may
Enter CÆSAR, and Attendants. say,
Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer ;
did fear, is done.
Bravest at the last: If she first meet the curled Antony,
She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal, He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal wretch, I do not see them bleed.
Took her own way. — The manner of their deaths ? [To the Asp, which she applies to her Breast.
Who was last with them? With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
i Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool,
figs; Be angry and despatch. O, couldst thou speak !
This was his basket. That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass
Poison'd then. Unpolicied! 4
O Cæsar, Char. O eastern star!
This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake; Cleo.
Peace, peace ! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress ; trembling she stood,
O noble weakness!
[Applying another Asp to her Arm. By external swelling: but she looks like sleep, What should I stay
As she would catch another Antony (Falls on a Bed, and dies.
In her strong toil of grace. 5 Char. In this wild world? - So, fare thee well.
Here, on her breast, Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies
ose; A lass unparalleld. - Downy windows
There is a vent of blood, and something blown :
The like is on her arm. And golden Phoebus never be beheld
1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail: and these figa Of eyes again so royal ! Your crown's awry;
leaves I'll mend it, and then play.
Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.
Most probable, i Guard. Where is the queen ?
That so she died; for her physician tells me, Char.
Speak softly, wake her not. She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent
Of easy ways to die. – Take up her bed; Char.
Too slow a messenger. And bear her women from the monument :
(Applies the Asp. She shall be buried by her Antony; O, come : apace, despatch : I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well : Cæsar's A pair so famous. High events as these
No grave upon the earth shall clip 6 in it beguild.
Strike those that make them : and their story is 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar; –
No less in pity than his glory, which call him. 1 Guard. What work is here ? — Charmian, is this In solemn show, attend this funeral ;
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, well done?
And then to Rome. - Come, Dolabella, see Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess
High order in this great solemnity. [Exeunt. Descended of so many royal kings. Ah, soldier !
[Dies. * Graceful appearance. * Unpolitic, to leave me to mysell.
Two British Captains.
of Morgan. GUIDERIUS,
Sons to Cymbeline, disguised under Queen, Wife to Cymbeline.
the Names of POLYDORE and Cad- Imogen, Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen. ArviragUS,
WAL, supposed Sons to Belarius. HELEN, Woman to Imogen,
Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, AppartA French Gentleman, Friend to Philario.
tions, a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish Caius Lucius, General of the Roman Forces. Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers A Roman Captain.
Messengers, and other Attendants.
PHILARIO, Friend to Phuthiomus } Italians.
SCENE I. - Britain. The Garden behind For one his like, there would be something failing Cymbeline's Palace.
In him that should compare. I do not think,
So fair an outward, and such stuff within,
Endows a man but he. i Gent. You do not meet a man but frowns : our 2 Gent.
You speak him far. ? bloods 1
1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself ; No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers ; Crush him together, rather than unfold Still seem, as does the king's.
His measure duly. 3 2 Gent. But what's the matter? 2 Gent.
What's his name, and birth? i Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his king- I Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father dom, whom
Was callid Sicilius, who did join his honour, He purpos’d to his wife's sole son, (a widow, Against the Romans, with Cassibelan : That late he married,) hath referred herself But had his titles by Tenantius 4, whom Unto a poor but worthy gentleman : She's wedded; He serv'd with glory and admir'd success : Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all So gain'd the sur-addition, Leonatus : Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king And had, besides this gentleman in question, Be touch'd at very heart.
Two other sons, who, in the wars o' the time, 2 Gent.
None but the king ? Died with their swords in hand; for which their i Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen,
father That most desir'd the match: But not a courtier, (Then old and fond of issue) took such sorrow, Although they wear their faces to the bent
That he quit being; and his gentle lady, Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd Glad at the thing they scowl at.
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe 2 Gent.
And why so ? To his protection; calls him Posthumus; 1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber: Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her, Puts him to all the learnings that his time (I mean, that married her, — alack, good man! Could make him the receiver of; which he took, And therefore banish’d,) is a creature such As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd : and As, to seek through the regions of the earth
? i.e. You praise him extensively. 1 Inclination, natural disposition.
3 My praise, however extensive, is within his merit. * The father of Cymbeline.
In his spring became a harvest : Liv'd in court My residence in Rome at one Philario's;
Queen. By her election may be truly read,
Be brief, I pray you : What kind of man he is.
If the king come I shall incur I know not 2 Gent. I honour him
How much of his displeasure: Yet I'll move him Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me, To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
[Aside. Is she sole child to the king ? 1 Gent.
His only child.
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing,
Pays dear for my offences.
[Exit. Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old,
Should we be taking leave l’the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery As long a term as yet we have to live, Were stolen: and to this hour, no guess in knowledge The loathness to depart would grow: Adieu ! Which way they went.
Imo. Nay, stay a little : 2 Gent. How long is this ago ?
Were you but riding forth to air yourself, I Gent. Some twenty years.
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; 2 Gent. That a king's children should be so con
This diamond was my mother's : take it, heart; vey'd !
But keep it till you woo another wife, So slackly guarded ; And the search so slow,
When Imogen is dead.
Post. That could not trace them !
How! how ! another? 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
You gentle gods, give me but this I have, Or that the negligence may well be laugh’d at,
And sear up my embracements from a next Yet is it true, sir.
With bonds of death! - Remain thou here 2 Gent. I do well believe you.
[Putting on the Ring. i Gent. We must forbear; Here comes the gen- | As I my poor self did exchange for you,
While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, tleman, The queen and princess.
To 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. Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.
[Putting a bracelet on her Arm. Queen. No, be assurd, you shall not find me, when shall we see again?
O, the gods ! daughter, After the slander of most step-mothers,
Enter CYMBELINE, and Lords. Evil-eyed unto you: you are my prisoner, but Post.
Alack, the king! Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid ! hence, from my That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,
sight! So soon as I can win the offended king,
If, after this command, thou fraught7 the court I will be known your advocate : marry, yet With thy unworthiness, thou diest : Away! The fire of rage is in him ; and 'twere good, Thou art poison to my blood. You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience Post.
The gods protect you! Your wisdom may inform you.
And bless the good remainders of the court!
(Exit. I will from hence to-day.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death Queen.
You know the peril : - More sharp than this is. I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
O disloyal thing, The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king That shouldst repair my youth; thou heapest Hath charg'd you should not speak together. A year's age on me! [Exit QUEEN. Imo.
I beseech you, sir, Imo.
0 Harm not yourself with your vexation ; I Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare 8 Can tickle where she wounds ! – My dearest hus- Subdues all pangs, all fears. band,
Past grace ? obedience ? I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing, Imo. Past hope, and in despair ; that way, past (Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what
grace. His rage can do on me: You must be gone;
Cym. That mightst have had the sole son of my And I shall here abide the hourly shot
queen! Of angry eyes ; not comforted to live,
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, But that there is this jewel in the world,
And did avoid a puttock. 9 That I may see again.
Cym. Thou took'st a beggar ; wouldst have made Post. My queen! my mistress!
my throne 0, lady, weep no more ; lest I give cause
A seat for baseness. To be suspected of more tenderness
No; I rather added Than doth become a man! I will remain
A lustre to it. The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth.
6 Close up
7 Finl. 3 Formed their manners,
8 A more exquisite feeling.
9 A kite.
Cym. O thou vile one!
2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward Imo. Sir,
[Asse. It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus : i Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of You bred him as my playfellow; and he is your own: but he added to your having; gave you A man, worth any woman; overbuys me
some ground. Almost the sum he pays.
2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans: Cym.
What!-art thou mad? Puppies ! Imo. Almost, sir; Heaven restore me!-'Would Clo. I would they had not come between us. I were
2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured bow A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus long a fool you were upon the ground. Our neighbour shepherd's son !
Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and
refuse me! Re-enter QUEEN.
I Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and Cym.
Thou foolish thing!. her brain go not together: She's a good sign, but I They were again together : you have done have seen small reflection of her wit. 3
[ To the QUEEN. 2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflecNot after our command. Away with her,
tion should hurt her. And pen her up.
Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there Queen. 'Beseech your patience: - Peace, had been some hurt done! Dear lady daughter, peace;
Sweet sovereign, 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some of an ass, which is no great hurt. comfort
Clo. You'll go with us? Out of your best advice.?
1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. Cym.
Nay, let her languish Clo. Nay, come, let's go together. A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
2 Lord. Well, my lord.
[Ezewa!. Die of this folly!
SCENE IV. - A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO.
Ha! And question’dst every sail : if he should write, No harm, I trust, is done?
And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost
There might have been, As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
'Twas, His queen, his quæn! By gentlemen at hand.
Imo. Then war'd his handkerchief?
And kiss'd it, madam. Imo. Your son's my father's friend ; he takes his Imo. Senseless linen! happier therein than I! part.
And that was all ? To draw upon an exile ! - O brave sir!
No, madam ; for so long I would they were in Africk both together ; As he could make me with this eye or ear Myself by with a needle, that I might prick Distinguish bim from others, he did keep The goer back. – Why came you from your master ? | The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Pis. On his command: He would not suffer me Still waving, as the fits and stirs of his mind To bring him to the haven : left these notes Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on, Of what commands I should be subject to,
How swift his ship. When it pleas'd you to employ me.
Thou shouldst have made him Queen.
This hath been
As little as a crow, or less, ere left
Madam, so I did. Pis.
I humbly thank your highness. Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack d Queen. Pray, walk a while.
them, but Imo.
About some half hour hence, To look upon him ; till the diminution I pray you speak with me: you shall, at least,
Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle: Go see my lord aboard: for this time, leave me. Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
(Exeunt. The smallness of a gnat to air; and then SCENE III. – A publick Palace.
Have turn'd mine eye, and wept. — But, good
When shall we hear from him ?
Be assurd, madam, Clo. Have I hurt him?
With his next 'vantage.* 2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience.
Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, How I would think on him, at certain hours,
Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him, if he be not hurt : it is a thoroughfare for steel if it Such thoughts, and such;
or I could make him swear be not hurt. 2 Lord. His steel was in debt.
3 To understand the force of this idea, it should be remem. Clo. The villain would not stand me.
bered that anciently almost every sign had a motto, or some
attempt at a witticism underneath it. Cattle-keeper.