Is't possible it can be six miles yet? I have gone all night: But, soft, no bedfellow: Pray, how far I will lie down and sleep. O, gods and goddesses! [Seeing the Body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't. — I hope, I dream; For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper, And cook to honest-creatures; But 'tis not so; faith, Good I tremble still with fear: But if there be 4 All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks, 3 An arrow. 1 Judgment. 2 Seal the same contract. A face like Jove's. Lawless, licentious. The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious Enter LUCIUS, a Captain, and other Officers, and a Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the sea: attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are here in readiness. Luc. But what from Rome? Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits That promise noble service: and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Sienna's brother. Luc. When expect you them? Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind. Luc. This forwardness Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present numbers Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't. Now, sir, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's purpose? Sooth. Last night the very gods show'd me a vision: (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus : I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spongy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends, (Unless my sins abuse my divination,) Success to the Roman host. Luc. And never false. Dream often so, Soft, ho! what trunk is here, Without his top? The ruin speaks, that sometime It was a worthy building. How! a page Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead, rather: He is alive, my lord. Сар. Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest Imo. I am nothing: or, if not, Nothing to be were better. This was my master, A very valiant Briton, and a good, Alas! That here by mountaineers lies slain : 6 i. e. 'Tis a ready, apposite conclusion. Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Fidele. I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep And on it said a century of prayers, Ay, good youth; The boy hath taught us manly duties: Let us A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, and PISANIO. Cym. Again; and bring me word how 'tis with The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Your preparation can affront 9 no less ready: The want is, but to put those powers in motion, That long to move. Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw: And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not What can from Italy annoy us; but We grieve at chances here. Away. [Exeunt. Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings; Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true. These present wars shall find I love my country, Even to the note o'the king, or I'll fall in them. All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd. We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Gui. Arv. It is not likely, That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes And ears so cloy'd importantly as now, That they will waste their time upon our note, To know from whence we are. Bel. From my remembrance. And, besides, the king 8 Confounded by a variety of business. 9 Encounter. • Noticing us. You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love, Among the Italian gentry, and to fight SCENE II. The same. Enter, at one side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army; at the other side, the British Army; LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following it, like a poor Soldier. They march over, and go out. Alarums. Then enter again in skirmish, IACHIMO and POST5 Deviating from the right way. 6 Incite, instigate. HUMUS; he vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him. Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom The princess of this country, and the air on't Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, Revengingly enfeebles me; Or could this carl 7, A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me, In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. If that thy gentry, Britain, go before This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods. [Exit. The Battle continues, the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is taken then enter to his rescue, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground; The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but Gui. Arv. Stand, stand, and fight! SCENE III. [Exeunt. I did. Another Part of the Field. Enter POSTHUMUS and a British Lord. Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand? Post. I did: Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. Lord. Post. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, But that the heavens fought: The king himself Of his wings destitute, the army broken, And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Through a strait lane; the enemy full-hearted, Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling 7 Clown. Merely through fear; that the strait path was | And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charm'd, damm'd 8 With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living To die with lengthen'd shame. Lord. Where was this lane? Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf; Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier, But by example (O, a sin in war, The way that they did, and to grin like lions A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith they fly The life o' the need; having found the back-door open Lord. Post. 'Lack, to what end? Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend: For if he'll do, as he is made to do, I know, he'll quickly fly my friendship too. Farewell, you are angry. [Erit. This is a lord! O noble Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Nor feel him, where he struck: Being an ugly monster, 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, For being now a favourer to the Roman, Enter two British Captains, and Soldiers. 1 Cap. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is taken : 'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels. 2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, That gave the affront 2 with them. 1 Cap. But none of them can be found. there? Post. A Roman; So 'tis reported: Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds 1 Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you have locks upon you; So, graze, as you find pasture. 2 Gaol. Ay, or a stomach. [Exeunt Gaolers. Post. Most welcome bondage! for thou art a way, I think, to liberty: Yet am I better Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur'd By the sure physician, death; who is the key To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art fetter'd More than my shanks, and wrists: You good gods, give me The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt, I know, you are more clement than vile men, For Imogen's dear life, take mine; and though 'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it: 'Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp ; Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: You rather mine, being yours: And so, great powers, If you will take this audit, take this life, And cancel these cold bonds. I'll speak to thee in silence. O Imogen ! [He sleeps. Solemn Musick. Enter, as an Apparition, SICILIUS LEONATUS, Father to POSTHUMUS, an old Man, attired like a Warrior; leading in his Hand an ancient Matron, his Wife, and Mother to POSTHUMUS, with Musick before them. Then, after other Musick, follow the two young Leonati, Brothers to POSTHUMUS, with wounds, as they died in the Wars. They circle POSTHUMUS round, as he lies sleeping. Sici. No more, thou thunder master, show, With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, That thy adulteries Rates and revenges. Hath my poor boy done aught but well, I died, whilst in the womb he stay'd Whose father then (as men report, Thou orphans' father art,) Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him From this earth-vexing smart. Moth. Lucina lent not me her aid, But took me in my throes: Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry, That he deserv'd the praise o' the world, As great Sicilius' heir. 1 Bro. When once he was mature for man, In Britain where was he That could stand up his parallel; Or fruitful object be In eye of Imogen, that best Could deem his dignity? Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd, To be exil'd and thrown From Leonati' seat, and cast From her his dearest one, Sici. Why did you suffer Iachimo, To taint his nobler heart and brain, With needless jealousy; And to become the geck and scorn O' the other's villainy? 2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came, That, striking in our country's cause, Our fealty, and Tenantius' right, With honour to maintain. 1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath 4 The fool The JUPITER descends in Thunder and Lightning, sitting Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know, No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours. His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. Our jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in Our temple was he married. - Rise, and fade ! – He shall be lord of lady Imogen, And happier much by his affliction made. This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine; And so, away: no further with your din Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. — More sweet than our bless'd fields: his royal bird All. Thanks, Jupiter! Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd His radiant roof: Away! and, to be blest, Let us with care perform his great behest. [Ghosts vanish. Post. [Waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot A father to me; and thou hast created A mother and two brothers: But (O scorn!) And yet are steep'd in favours: so am I, That have this golden chance, and know not why. What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O, rare one! Be not, as in our fangled world, a garment [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately |