I see into thy end, and am almost A man already. Pis. If that his head have ear in music,) doubtless, Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell; Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Imo. Amen: I thank thee. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, and Lords. Luc. Your hand, my lord. Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc. Sir, the event Queen. [Exit an Attendant, Cym. Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? Atten. Please you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd ; and there's no answer, That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make. Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, She should that duty leave unpaid to you, Which daily she was bound to proffer: this She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Made me to blame in memory. Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Prove false! [Exit. Queen. Son, I say, follow the king. Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, I have not seen these two days. Queen. Go, look after.-[Exit Cloten. Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!He hath a drug of mine: I pray, his absence Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes It is a thing most precious. But for her, Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her; Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is To death, or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: She being down, I have the placing of the British crown. Re-enter CLOTEN. How now, my son? Clo. 'Tis certain, she is fled: Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none Dare come about him. Queen. All the better: May This night forestall him of the coming day! [Exit. Clo. I love, and hate her: for she's fair and royal; And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Outsells them all: I love her, therefore: But, Disdaining me, and throwing favours on The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment. To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah? Come hither: Ah, you precious pander! Villain, Pis. O, good my lord! Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, I will not ask again. Close villain, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? From whose so many weights of baseness cannot A dram of worth be drawn. Pis. Alas, my lord, How can she be with him? When was she miss'd? He is in Rome. Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting: satisfy me home, What is become of her? Pis. O, my all-worthy lord! Clo. All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, May prove his travel, not her danger. Humph! Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen, Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! (Aside.) Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true? Pis. Sir, as I think. Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.-Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry, that is, what villany so'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,-I would think thee an honest man: thou should'st neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferPis. Well, my good lord. [ment. Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For, since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou serve me? Pis. Sir, I will. Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore, when he took leave of my lady and mistress. Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go. Pis. I shall, my lord. [Exit. Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :- I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon :-Even there, thou villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee.~ I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart,) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body,-and when my lust hath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised,) to the court I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despis'd me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge. Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes. Be those the garments? Pis. Ay, my noble lord. [Haven? Clo. How long is't since she went to MilfordPis. She can scarce be there yet. Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee. My revenge is now at Milford; 'Would I had wings to follow it! Come, and be true. [Exit. Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for, true to thee, Were to prove false, which I will never be, [Exit. SCENE VI. Before the Cave of Belarius. Enter IMOGEN, in boy's clothes. Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, I could not miss my way: Will poor folks lie, ness Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, and Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, Bel. Stay; come not in: (Looking in.) But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. Gui. What's the matter, sir? Bel. By Júpiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon!-Behold divineness No elder than a boy! Enter IMOGEN. Imo. Good masters, harm me not: I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had Imo. Imo. To Milford-Haven, sir. Whither bound? What is your name? Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, I am fall'n in this offence. Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth, Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! "Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer, Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.— | Were you a woman, youth, I'll make't my comfort, Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. they 'Mongst friends! If brothers?-Would it had been so, that' [prize Had been my father's sons? then had my Aside. Been less; and so more equal ballasting( To thee, Posthumus. Bel. He wrings at some distress. Gui. 'Would, I could free't! Arv. Or I; whate'er it be, What pain it cost, what danger! Gods! Bel. Imo. Great men, Imo. Thanks, sir. Arv. Pray, draw near. I pray, draw near. [Exeunt. 1 Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ; Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? 1 Sen. Ay. With those legions We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-The Forest, near the Cave. Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean,) the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions; | yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face; and all this done, spurn her home to her father: who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage: but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is tied up safe: Out, sword, and to a sore purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting-place; and the fellow [Exit. dares not deceive me. Are we not brothers? Imo. So man and man should be ; To seem to die, ere sick: So please you, leave me; Gui. Bel. What? how? how? Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me In my good brother's fault: I know not why I love this youth; and I have heard you say, Love's reason's without reason; the bier at door, And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say, My father, not this youth. Bel. O noble strain! (Aside.) O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base : Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. I am not their father; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn. Arv. Brother, farewell. Imo. I wish you sport. Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court: Gui. I could not stir him: For you must be our housewife. am bound to you. Bel. Pray, be not sick, Well, or ill, I Arv. How angel-like he sings! Gui. But his neat cookery! He cut our roots | And burst of speaking, were as his : I am absolute, in characters; 'Twas very Cloten. And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, And he her dieter. Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Hath mock'd me :-I am faint. Bel. Those runagates! Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tis Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush. I saw him not these many years, and yet I know 'tis he:-We are held as outlaws:Hence. Gui. He is but one: You and my brother search Clo. Gui. A thing Thou art a robber, An arm as big as thine? a heart as big? Clo. Thon villain base, What's thy name? Clo. Cloten, thou villain. Clo. I'm sorry for't; not seeming Die the death: Clo. When I have slain thee with my proper hand, I'll follow those that even now fled hence, And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads: Yield, rustic mountaineer. [Exeunt fighting. Enter BELARIUS and AVIRAGUS. Bel. No company's abroad. [sure. Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him, Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour, Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, Arv. In this place we left them: I wish my brother make good time with him, You say he is so fell. Bel. Being scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment Is oft the cause of fear: But see, thy brother. Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with Cloten's head. Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse, There was no money in't: not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none : Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne My head, as I do his. Bel. What hast thou done? Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report; Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, With his own single hand he'd take us in, Displace our heads, where (thank the gods!) they And set them on Lud's town. [grow, Bel. We are all undone. Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law Protects not us: Then why should we be tender, To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; Play judge, and executioner, all himself; For we do fear the law? What company Discover you abroad? Bel. To come alone, either he so undertaking, Arv. Let ordinance I had no mind Gui. With his own sword, Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek Behind our rock; and let it to the sea, And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten: That's all I reck. [Exit. Bel. I fear 'twill be reveng'd: 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done't! though Becomes thee well enough. [valour 'Would I had done't, So the revenge alone pursued me! -Polydore, I love thee brotherly; but envy much, Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, revenges, That possible strength might meet, would seek us And put us to our answer. [through, Well, 'tis done: Arv. Bel. As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop Gui. Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpole down the stream, In embassy to his mother: bis body's hostage For his return. (Solemn music.) Bel. My ingenious instrument! Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion Hath Cadwal now to give it motion! Hark! Gui. Is he at home? Bel. He went hence even now. Gui. What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother It did not speak before. All solemn things We'll speak it then. Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: for Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: Together, have one dust; yet reverence, (That angel of the world,) doth make distinction Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; And though you took his life, as being our foe, Yet bury him as a prince. Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax, When neither are alive. Arv. If you'll go fetch him, Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing Imogen, as dead, in My father hath a reason for❜t. Bel. his arms. Look, here he comes, And brings the dire occasion in his arms, Of what we blame him for! Gui. Arv. Where? O' the floor; His arms thus leagu'd: I thought, he slept; and put My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud. Gui. Why, he but sleeps: If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee. Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would, With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming Those rich left heirs, that let their fathers lie Without a monument!) bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse. Gui. Pr'ythee have done; And do not play in wench-like words with that Which is so serious. Let us bury him, And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt.-To the grave. Arv. SONG. So,- Begin. Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Consign to thee, and come to dust. And renowned be thy grave! Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of Clotey. Gui. We have done our obsequies; Come lay him down. [more: Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces: You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so [Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Årviragus. Imo. (Awaking.) Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Which is the way?[ther? I thank you. By yon bush?-Pray, how far thi'Ods pittikens!-can it be six miles yet?I have gone all night:-'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. |