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Ere yon depart; and thanks, to stay and oat it.- yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my desBoys, bid him welcome.
pite. What mortality is ! Posthumus, thy head, Gui.
Were you a woman, youth, I which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall I should woo hard, but be your groom.-Iu bonesty, within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced ; I bid for you, as I'd buy.
thy garments cat to pieces before thy face, and all Arv.
I'll make't my comfort, this done, spara her home to her father: who may, He is a man; I'll love him as my brother : haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage : And such a welcome as I'd give to him,
but my mother, having power of his testiness, Aster long absence, such as yours:-Most wel- shall turn all into my commendations. My horse come!
is tied up safe : Oat, sword, and to a sore porpose! Be sprightly, for you fall ’mongst friends. Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very Imo.
'Mongst friends! description of their meeting-place; and the fellos If brothers ?-Would it had been so, tbat
dares not deceive me.
[prize Had been my father's sons ? then had my Aside.
SCENE II.-Before the Care. Been less; and so more equal ballasting
Enter, from the Cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, To thee, Posthumus.
ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN. Bel.
He wrings at some distress. Bel. You are not well : (to Imogen) remain Gui. 'Would, I could free't!
here in the cave; Arv.
Or I; whate'er it be, We'll come to you after hunting. Wbat pain it cost, what danger! Gods!
Aru. Brother, stay here : (To Imogen.) Bel.
Hark, boys. (Whispering.) Are we not brothers ? Imo. Great men,
So man and man should be ; That had a court no bigger than this cave,
Bat clay and clay differs in dignity,
Imo. So sick I am not;-yet I am not well :
Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom Bel. It shall be so :
Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come in: Cannot amend me : Society is no comfort Discourse is heavy, fasting ;'when we have supp'd, To one not sociable: I'm not very sick, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here; So far as thou wilt speak it.
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Gui.
Pray, draw near. Stealing so poorly. Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the lark, Gui.
I love thee; I bave spoke it: less welcome.
How much the quantity, the weigbt as much,
As I do love my father.
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 ihis youth ; and I have heard you say, 1 Sen. This is the tepour of the emperor's writ; Love's reason's without reason; the bier at door, That since the common men are now in action And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say, 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians;
My father, not this youth. And that the legions now in Gallia are
O noble strain! (Aside.) Full weak to undertake our wars against
O worthiness of nature ! breed of greatness ! The fall'n-off Britons ; tbat we do incite
Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base : The gentry to this business: He creates
Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace.
Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.-
Brother, farewell. 2 Sen.
Imo. I wish you sport. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?
Aru. Yon health. So please you, sir. 1 Sen.
With those legions Imo. (Aside.) These are kind creatures. Gods, Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy,
what lies I have heard ! Must be supplyant : The words of your commission Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court: Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
Experience, O, thou disprov'st report ! Of their despatch.
The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, Tri. We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt. Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. ACT IV.
I am sick still; heart sick :-Pisanio,
I'll now taste of thy drug.
I could not stir him: Enter CLOTEN.
He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate; Clo. I am near to the place where they should Dishonestly aflicted, but yet honest. meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. "How fit Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, I might know more. who was made by him that made the tailor, not be Bel.
To the field, to the field :fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. for 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by tits. Arv. We'll not be long away. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it Bel.
Pray, be not sick, to myself, (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and For you must be our housewife. his glass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean,)
Well, or ill, the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; I am bound to you. po less yonog, more strong, pot beneath him in
Bel. And so shall be ever. [Exit Imogen. fortunes, beyond bim in the advantage of the time. This yonth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath bad above him in birih, alike conversant in general Good ancestors. services, and more remarkable in single oppositions :
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 slok,
In this plaoe we left them :
I wish my brother make good time with him,
he is so fell.
Being scaroe made up,
Is oft the cause of fear: But see, thy brother.
Re-enter GOIDERIUS, with Cloten's head. Gui.
I do note,
Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse,
Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none :
Grow, patience! Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
My head, as I do his.
What hast thou done? Bel. It is great morning. Come; away.- Who's Gui. I am perfect,
what: cat offone Cloten's head, there?
Son to the queen, after his own report;
Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore,
Displace our heads, where (thank the gods !) they
(grow, Means be not us? I partly know him ; 'tis
We are all undone.
But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law
To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us;
For we do fear the law? What company
No single soul
A thing Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that
From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not
Absolute madness could so far have rav'd,
Thou art a robber, To bring him here alone: Although, perhaps,
May make some stronger head: the which he hearing,
(As it is like him,) might break out, and swear
Or they so suffering : then on good ground we fear,
Thon villain base, If we do fear this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head.
My brother hath done well.
I had no mind
To hunt this day : the boy Fidele's sickness
Hence then, and thank Did make my way long forth.
With his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en Clo.
Tbou injurious thief, His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek
Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,
What's thy name? And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten :
That's all I reck.
[Exit. Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, Bel.
I fear 'twill be reveng’d: I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider, 'Would, Polydore, thou had’st not done't! though "Twould move me sooner.
Becomes thee well enough.
[valour Clo. To thy farther fear, Arv.
'Would I had done't,
I love thee brotherly, but envy much,
I'm sorry for't; not seeming Thou hast robb’d me of this deed: I would, revenges,
That possible strength might meet, would seek us
[through, Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the Bel.
Well, 'tis done: At fools I laugh, not fear them.
We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Die the death : Where there's no profit. I pr’ythee, to our rock;
Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him
Poor sick Fidele!
I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour,
(sure. I'd let a parish of sach Clotens' blood,
[Exit. Bel. I cannot tell : Long is it since I saw him, Bel.
O thou goddess, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st Which then he wore; the spatches in his voice, In these two princely boys! They are as gentle
As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,
Say, where shall's lay him? Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother. Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind, Aru.
Be't sa; That by the top doth take the mountain pine, And let us, Polydore, though now our voices And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, That an invisible instinct should frame them As once our mother; use like note, and words, To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught;
Save that Euripbile must be Fidele. Civility not seen from other ; valour,
Gui. Cadwal, That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee : As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange, For notes of sorrow, out of tone, are worse What Cloten's being here to us portends ;
Than priests and fanes that lie, Or what his death will bring us.
We'll speak it theo. Re-enter GUIDERIUS.
Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine ihe less : for
Where's my brother? I have sent Cloten's clotpole down the stream,
Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys: In embassy to his mother: bis body's hostage
And, though he came our enemy, remember, For his return.
He was paid for that: Though mean and mights, Bel. My ingenious instrument!
rotting Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion
Together, have one dust; yet reverence, Hath Cadwal now to give it motion! Hark!
(That angel of the world,) doth make distioction Gui. Is be at home?
of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely; Bel. He went hence even now.
And though you took his life, as being our foe, Gui. What does be mean? since death of my Yet bury him as a prince. dear'st mother
Pray you, fetch him bither. It did not speak before. All solemn things
Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,
When neither are alire.
If you'll go fetch him, Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys,
We'll say our song the whilsi.—Brother, begin. Is Cadwal mad?
Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east, Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, bearing Imogen, as dead, in My father hath a reason for't. his arms.
'Tis true. Bel. Look, here he comes,
Gui. Come on then, and remove him. And brings the dire occasion in his arms,
So,- Begin. Of what we blame him for!
The bird is dead, Gui. Fear no more the heat o'the sun, That we have made so much on. I had rather
Nor the furious winter's rages; Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, Thou thy wordly task hast done, To have turn'd my leaping time into a crutch,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Than have seen this.
Golden lads and girls all must
O sweetest, fairest lily! As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Arv. Fear no more the froron o'the great, Bel.
0, melancholy !
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe, and eat;
To the the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
Al follow this, and come to dust.
Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash:
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Gui. No exorciser harm thee!
Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee! His arms thus leagu'd : I thought, he slept; and put
Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee? My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness
Arv. Nothing ill come near thee!
Both. Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of Cloteg. And worms will not come to thee.
Gui. We have done our obsequies; Come lay Arv. With fairest flowers, him down.
(more: Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, Bel. Here's a few flowers; but abont midnigbt, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The berbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor Are strewings fitt'st for graves. -- Upon their The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor
faces :The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so Out-sweeten d not thy breath : the ruddock would, These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming
Come on, away: apart upon your knees. Those rich left beirs, that let their fathers lie The ground, that gave them first, has them again : Without a monument!) bring thee all this; Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain. Yea, and furr’d moss besides, when flowers are none, [Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Arriragus. To winter-ground thy corse.
Imo. (Awaking.) Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; Gui. Pr’ythee have done ; Which is the way?
(ther? And do not play in weuch-like words with that
I thank you.-By yon bush?—Pray, how far thiWhich is so serious. Let us bury bim,
'Ods pittikens !--can it be six miles yet !And not protract with admiration what
I have gone all night:--'Faith, I'll lie down and Is now due debt.-To the grave.
Bat, soft! po bedfellow :-0, gods and goddesses! Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he,
(Seeing the body.) That, otherwise than noble nature did, These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest This bloody man the care on't.-I hope, I dream; In this sad wreck ? How came it? Who is it? For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,
What art thou ? And cook to honest creatures: But-'tis not so; Imo.
I am nothing: or if not, 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Nothing to be were better. This was my master, Which the brain makes of fames: Our very eyes A very valiant Britain, and a good, Are sometimes like our judgments, blind.' Good That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas! faith,
There are no more such masters : I may wander I tremble still with fear: Bat if there be
From east to occident, cry out for service, Yet lest in heaven as small a drop of pity
Try many, all good, serve truly, never As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
Find such another master. The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is Luc.
'Lack, good youth! Without me, as within me; not imagin’d, felt. Thou mov'st po less with thy complaining, than A beadless man!—The garments of Posthumus! Thy master in bleeding; say his name, good friend, I know the shape of bis leg: this is his hand; İmo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do His foot Mercurial : his Martial thigh;
No harm by it, though the go Is hear, I hope The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face They'll pardon it. Say you, sir? Aside.) Murder in heaven?-How?—'tis gone.-Pisanio, Luc.
I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, As these poor pickaxes can dig: and when And left this head on.-How should this be? Pisanio? With wild wood-leaves and weeds I have strew'd 'Tis be, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them
And, leaving so his service, follow you,
Ay, good youth; Give colour to my, pale cheek with thy blood, And rather father thee, than master thee.That we the horrider may seem to those
My friends, Which chance to find us : 0, my lord, my lord ! The boy hath taught us many duties : Let us Enter Lucius, a Captain, and other Officers, and a Find out the prettiest daizied plot we can, Soothsayer.
And make him with our pikes and partisans Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, A grave: Come, arm him.- Boy, he is prefer'd After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending By thee to us; and he shall be interr’d, You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships :
As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes : They are here in readiness.
Some falls are means the happier to arise. [Exeunt,
Scene III.-A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, and PISANIO.
Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her.
A fever with the absence of her son ;
Amadness, of which herlife's in danger:- Heavens,
When expect you them? How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind.
The great part of my comfort, gone : my queen
This forwardness Upon a desperate bed; and in a time,
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, bers
So needful for this present: It strikes me, past Be muster’d; bid the captains look to't.-Now, sir, The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur- Who needs must know of her departure, and pose ?
[vision: Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee Sooth. Last night the very gods shew'd me a By a sharp torture. (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus: Pis.
Sir, my life is yours, saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, From the spungy south to this part of the west, I nothing know, where she remains, why gone, There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends, Nor when she purposes return. (Unless my sins abuse my divination,)
Hold me your loyal servant.
Dream often so,
Good my liege,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will, no doubt, be found.
The time's troublesome :
(To Pisanio.) Informs us of thy fortunes; for it seems,
Does yet depend.
So please your majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
By heavens, I'll go: Are landed on your coast; with a supply
Il you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.
I'll take the better care; but if you will not, Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and quoen ! The hazard therefore due fall on me, by I am amaz'd with matter.
The hands of Romans ! 1 Lord. Good my liege,
So say I ; Amen. Your preparation can affront no less
Bel. No reason I, since on your lives you set Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're So slight a valuation, should reserve ready:
My crack'd one to more care. Hare with you, boys: The want is, but to put those powers in motion, If in your country wars you chance to die, That long to move.
That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie : Cym.
I thank you : Let's withdraw; Lead, lead.--The time seems long; their blood And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not
(Ande.) What can from Italy annoy us; but
Till it fly out, and shew them princes born. [Eseuri. We grieve at chances here.-Away. [Exeunt.
ACT V. Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since
SCENE I.-A Field between the British and Rosa I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange:
Camps. Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody handkerchef. To yield me often tidings: Neither know I What is betid to Cloten ; but remain
Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I
wish'd Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be true.
Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married These present wars shall find I love my country,
If each of you would take this course, bow many Even to tbe note o'the king, or I'll fall in them.
Must murder wives much better than themselves, All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd:
For wrying but a little !-0, Pisanio! Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd. Every good servant does not all commands:
No bond, but to do just ones.-Gods! if you SCENE IV.-Before the Cave.
Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I Beter Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Had liv'd to put on this : so bad you saved
Let us from it. Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. Bat, Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it You snatch some hence for little faults; that's
[love, From action and adventure?
To bave them fall no more : you some permit
To second ills with ills, each elder worse ;
And make them dread it to the doer's thrift.
Bat Imogen is your own: Do your best wills, During their use, and slay us after.
And make me bless'd to obey!- I am brought bither Bel.
Among the Italian gentry, and to fight We'll higher to the mountains'; there secure as.
Against my lady's Kingdom: 'Tis enough,
That. Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress ; peace! To the king's party there's no going: newness Or Cloten's death (we being not known,not muster'd Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me
I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good hearers, Among the bands) may drive us to a render Where we bave liv'd, and so extort from us
Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself That which we've done, whose answer would be Against the part come with; so I'll die
As does a Briton peasant: so I'll light, Drawn on with torture.
[death Gui. This is, sir, a doubt,
For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life In such a time, nothing becoming you,
Is, every breath, a death: and thus, unknown, Nor satisfying us.
Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril
Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
More valour in me, than my habits shew. Behold their quarter'd fires, bave both their eyes
Gods, put the strength o'the Leonati in me! And ears so cloy'd importantly as vow,
To shame the guise o'the world, I will begin That tbey will waste their time upon our note,
The fashion, less without, and more within. (Eril.
SCENE II.-The same.
0, I am known Enter, at one side, Lucius, LaChino, and the RoOf many in the army: many years,
man army; at the other side, the British arms;
LEONATOS POSTHUMUS following it, like a poor Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore From my remembranoe. And, besides, the king
soldier. They march over, and go out. Alarums. Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves ;
Then enter ajain in skirmish, IACHIMO and PostWho find in my exile the wapt of breeding,
AUMUS; he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachino,
and then leaves him. The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd,
Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Bat to be still hot summer's tanlings, and
Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady, The shrinking slaves of winter.
The princess of this country, and the air on't Gui
Revengingly enfeebles me; Or could this carl, Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:
A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me, I and my brother are not known; yourself,
In my profession? Knighthoods and hopoars. So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
As I wear mine, are titles ut of scorn. (borne Cannot be question'd.
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. [Erit. Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood, The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison? is taken; then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, Never bestrid a borse, save one, that had
GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGES. A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd
the ground; To look upon the holy san, to have
The lane is guarded: nothing routs us, but
Stand, stand, and fight'
Tban be so,