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To wipe out our ingratitude with loves
2 Sen. So did we woo
1 Sen. These walls of ours
Were not erected by their hands, from whom You have receiv'd your griefs: nor are they such,
Than these great towers, trophies, and schools should fall
For private faults in them.
2 Sen. Nor are they living,
Who were the motives that you first went out;
And by the hazard of the spotted die,
1 Sen. All have not offended;
For those that were, it is not square,t to take, On those that are, revenges: crimes, like lands,
Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy rage:
Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin, Which, in the bluster of thy wrath, must fall, With those that have offended: like a shepherd,
Approach the fold, and cull the infected forth, But kill not altogether.
2 Sen. What thou wilt,
Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile.
1 Sen. Set but thy foot
[ope; Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, To say, thou'lt enter friendly.
2 Sen. Throw thy glove;
Or any token of thine honour else,
I. e. By promising him a competent subsistence.
Shall make their harbour in our town, till we Have seal'd thy full desire.
Alcib. Then there's my glove; Descend, and open your uncharged ports ;* Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own, Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, Fall, and no more: and,-to atonet your fears With my more noble meaning,-not a man Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream Of regular justice in your city's bounds, But shall be remedied, to your public laws At heaviest answer.
Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken.
Alcib. Descend, and keep your words.
The SENATORS descend, and open the Gates.
Enter a SOLDIER.
Sold. My noble general, Timon is dead; Entomb'd upon the very hem o'the sea: And on his grave-stone, this insculpture; which [sion With wax I brought away, whose soft impresInterprets for my poor ignorance.
Alcib. [Reads.] Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft:
Seek not my name: A plague consume you wicked caitiff's left!
Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did hate:
Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not here thy gait.
These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets which
From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for
On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead
Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.||
* Unattacked gates, I. e. Our tears.
A FRENCH GENTLEMAN, Friend to Philario.
CAIUS LUCIUS, General of the Roman Forces.
CORNELIUS, a Physician.
QUEEN, Wife to Cymbeline.
HELEN, Woman to Imogen.
Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Apparitions, a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentle man, a Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
A ROMAN CAPTAIN. TWO BRITISH CAPTAINS. SCENE, sometimes in Britain; sometimes in PISANIO, Servant to Posthumus.
SCENE I.-Britain.-The Garden behind CYMBELINE's Palace.
Enter two GENTLEMEN.
1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns: our bloods*
No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers; Still seem, as does the king's.
2 Gen. But what's the matter?
1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his kingdom, whom'
He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow, That late he married,) hath referr'd herself Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: She's wedded;
Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all Is outward sorrow; though I think, the king Be touch'd at very heart."
2 Gent. None but the king?
1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, [tier, That most desir'd the match: But not a courAlthough they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.
2 Gent. And why so?
1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing
Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her,
* Inclination, natural disposition.
For one his like, there would be something failing
In him that should compare. I do not think, So fair an outward, and such stuff within, Endows a man but he.
2 Gent. You speak him far.*
1 Gent. I do extend him, Sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly.t
2 Gent. What's his name, and birth?
1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father
Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour,
(Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow,
Puts him to all the learnings that his time
* 1 e. You praise him extensively.
My praise, however extensive, is within his merit.
2 Gent. How long is this ago?
1 Gent. Some twenty years.
2 Gent. That a king's children should be so convey'd!
So slackly guarded! And the search so slow, That could not trace them!
1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Queen. Be brief, I pray you:
If the king come, I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure:-Yet I'll move him [Aside.
To walk this way: I never do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; Pays dear for my offences.
Post. Should we be taking leave
Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Post. How! how! another?-
[Putting on the Ring.
While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest,
As I my poor self did exchange for you,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles Yet is it true, Sir.
2 Gent. I do well believe you.
1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the queen and princess.
SCENE II.-The same.
Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.
Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me,
After the slander of most step-mothers,
I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
Post. Please your highness,
I will from hence to-day.
Queen. You know the peril :
I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king
Hath charg'd you should not speak together. [Exit QUEEN.
Imo. O Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds!-My dearest husband, [thing,
I something fear my father's wrath; but no-
Post. My queen! my mistress!
O, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause
* Formed their manners.
If, after this command, thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness, thou diest: Away! Thou art poison to my blood.
Post. The gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. [Exit.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.
Cym. O disloyal thing,
That should'st repair my youth; thou heapest A year's age on me!
Imo. I beseech you, Sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation; I
Cym. Past grace? obedience?
Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of my queen!
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.¶
Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have made my throne
A seat for baseness.
Imo. No; I rather added
Cym. O thou vile one!
It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus:
Cym. What!-art thou mad?
Queen. Fie!-you must give way: [news? Here is your servant.-How now, Sir? What Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. Queen. Ha!
No harm, I trust, is done?
Pis. There might have been,
But that my master rather play'd than fought, And had no help of anger: they were parted By gentlemen at hand.
Queen. I am very glad on't.
Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.
To draw upon an exile!-O brave Sir !-
2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans: Puppies! [Aside. Clo. I would, they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
[Aside. Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!
2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. [Aside.
1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together: She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.t
2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her. [Aside. Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there had been some hurt done!
2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. [Aside. Clo. You'll go with us?
1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. Clo. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord.
SCENE IV.-A Room in CYMBELINE'S Paluce. Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO.
Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven,
And question'dst every sail : if he should write,
Pis. 'Twas, His queen, his queen!
Imo. Senseless linen! happier therein than And that was all?
Pis. No, madam; for so long
As he could make me with this eye or ear
Imo. Thou should'st have made him
Pis. Madam, so I did.
Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings ; crack'd them, but
To look upon him; till the diminution
Pis. Be assur'd, madam,
Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such; or I could make him The shes of Italy should not betray [swear Mine interest, and his honour; or have charg'd him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at mid[night, To encounter me with orisons, for then I am in heaven for him: or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Her beauty and sense are not equal.
To understand the force of this idea, it should be remembered that anciently almost every sign had a motto, or some attempt at a witticism underneath it. + Opportunity.
Mect me with reciprocal prayer.
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Enter a LADY.
Lady. The queen, madam,
I will attend the queen.
SCENE V.-Rome.-An Apartment in PHILARIO'S House.
Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a FRENCHMAN, a DUTCHMAN, and a SPANIARD.
lach. Believe it, Sir, I have seen him in Britain: he was then of a crescent note,* expected to prove so worthy, as since he hath been allowed the name of: but I could then have looked on him without the help of admiration; though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by items.
Phi. You speak of him when he was less furnished, than now he is, with that which makes him both without and within.
French. I have seen him in France: we had very many there, could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.
Iach. This matter of marrying his king's daughter, (wherein he must be weighed rather by her value, than his own,) words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.
French. And then his banishment:
Iach. Ay, and the approbation of those, that weep this lamentable divorce, under her colours, are wonderfully to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgement, which else an easy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar without more quality. But how comes it, he is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquain
Phi. His father and I were soldiers together; to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life:
Here comes the Briton: Let him be so entertained amongst you, as suits, with gentlemen of your knowing, to a stranger of quality.-1 beseech you all, be better known to this gentleman; whom I commend to you as a noble friend of mine: How worthy he is, I will leave to appear hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing.
French. Sir, we have known together in Orleans.
Post. Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay still.
French. Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: I was glad I did atonell my countryman and you; it had been pity, you should have been put together with so mortal a purpose, as then each bore, upon importance¶ of so slight and trivial a nature.
Post. By your pardon, Sir, I was then a young traveller: rather shunned to go even with what I heard, than in my every action to be guided by others' experiences: but, upon my mended judgement, (if I offend not to say it + Accomplished. || Reconcile.
* Increasing in fame.
is mended,) my quarrel was not altogether slight.
French. 'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrement of swords; and by such two, that would, by all likelihood, have confounded* one the other, or have fallen both.
Iach. Can we, with manners, ask what was the difference?
French. Safely, I think: 'twas a contention in public, which may, without contradiction, suffer the report. It was much like an argument that fell out last night, where each of us fell in praise of our country mistresses: This gentleman at that time vouching, (and upon warrant of bloody affirmation,) his to be more fair, virtuous, wise, chaste, constant-qualified, and less attemptible, than any the rarest of our ladies in France.
lach. That lady is not now living; or this gentleman's opinion, by this, worn out. Post. She holds her virtue still, and I my mind.
Iach. You must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of Italy.
Post. Being so far provoked as I was in France, I would abate her nothing; though I profess myself her adorer, not her friend.+
Iach. As fair, and as good, (a kind of handfair, and too good for any lady in Britany. If in-hand comparison,) had been something too she went before others I have seen, as that held, I could not but believe she excelled diamond of yours outlustres many I have bemany: but I have not seen the most precious diamond that is, nor you the lady.
Post. I praised her, as I rated her: so do I my stone.
Iach. What do you esteem it at? Post. More than the world enjoys. dead, or she's outpriz'd by a trifle. Iach. Either your unparagoned mistress is
sold, or given; if there were wealth enough
Iuch. Which the gods have given you?
Iach. You may wear her in title yours: but, ing ponds. Your ring may be stolen too: so, you know, strange fowl light upon neighbourof your brace of unprizeable estimations, the one is but frail, and the other casual; a cunning thief, or a that-way accomplished courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last.
Post. Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier, to convince the honour of my mistress; if, in the holding or loss of that, have store of thieves; notwithstanding I fear you term her frail. I do nothing doubt, you not my ring.
Phi. Let us leave here, gentlemen.
nior, I thank him, makes no stranger of me; Post. Sir, with all heart. This worthy sigwe are familiar at first.
lach. With five times so much conversation, I should get ground of your fair mistress: admittance, and opportunity to friend. make her go back, even to the yielding; had
Post. No, no.
Iach. I dare, thereon, pawn the moiety of my estate to your ring; which, in my opinion, o'er-values it something: But I make my wager rather against your confidence, than her repu* Destroyed. + Lover,-I speak of her as a being I reverence, not as a beauty whom I enjoy. ‡ Overcom