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One of the plays in the 1916 Oxford University Press edition of all of Shakespeare's plays and poems.
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|King of Britain.
|Son to the Queen by a former Husband.
|a Gentleman, Husband to Imogen.
|a banished Lord, disguised under the name of Morgan.
|Sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the names of Polydore and Cadwal, supposed Sons to Morgan.
|PHILARIO, Friend to Posthumus, }
|IACHIMO, Friend to Philario, }
|A French Gentleman, Friend to Philario.
|General of the Roman Forces.
|A Roman Captain.
|Two British Captains.
|Servant to Posthumus.
|a Physician.
|Two Lords of Cymbeline's Court.
|Two Gentlemen of the same.
|Two Gaolers.
|Wife to Cymbeline.
|Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen.
|a Lady attending on Imogen.
|Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish Gentleman, a Soothsayer, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
Scene.—Sometimes in Britain, sometimes in Italy.
Enter two Gentlemen.
You do not meet a man but frowns; our bloods
No more obey the heavens than our courtiers
Still seem as does the king.
But what's the matter?
His daughter, and the heir of 's kingdom, whomCraig1916: 4
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: allCraig1916: 8
Is outward sorrow, though I think the king
Be touch'd at very heart.
None but the king?
He that hath lost her too; so is the queen,
That most desir'd the match; but not a courtier,
Although they wear their faces to the bentCraig1916: 13
Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowl at.
And why so?
He that hath miss'd the princess is a thingCraig1916: 16
Too bad for bad report; and he that hath her,—
I mean that married her, alack! good man!
And therefore banish'd—is a creature such
As, to seek through the regions of the earthCraig1916: 20
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.
You speak him far.Craig1916: 24
I do extend him, sir, within himself,
Crush him together rather than unfold
His measure duly.
What's his name and birth?
I cannot delve him to the root: his fatherCraig1916: 28
Was called Sicilius, who did join his honour
Against the Romans with Cassibelan,
But had his titles by Tenantius whom
He serv'd with glory and admir'd success,Craig1916: 32
So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus;
And had, besides this gentleman in question,
Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time
Died with their swords in hand; for which their father—Craig1916: 36
Then old and fond of issue—took such sorrow
That he quit being, and his gentle lady,
Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'dEdition: current; Page: [1173]
As he was born. The king, he takes the babeCraig1916: 40
To his protection; calls him Posthumus Leonatus;
Breeds him and makes him of his bedchamber,
Puts to him all the learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd,Craig1916: 45
And in's spring became a harvest; liv'd in court,—
Which rare it is to do—most prais'd, most lov'd;
A sample to the youngest, to the more mature
A glass that feated them, and to the graverCraig1916: 49
A child that guided dotards; to his mistress,
For whom he now is banish'd, her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
By her election may be truly readCraig1916: 53
What kind of man he is.
I honour him,
Even out of your report. But pray you, tell me,
Is she sole child to the king?
His only child.Craig1916: 56
He had twosons,—if this be worth your hearing,
Mark it,—the eldest of them at three years old,
I' the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery
Were stol'n; and to this hour no guess in knowledgeCraig1916: 60
Which way they went.
How long is this ago?
Some twenty years.
That a king's children should be so convey'd,
So slackly guarded, and the search so slow,Craig1916: 64
That could not trace them!
Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,
Yet is it true, sir.
I do well believe you.
We must forbear. Here comes the gentleman,Craig1916: 68
The queen, and princess.
Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen.
No, be assur'd you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander of most step-mothers,
Evil-ey'd unto you; you're my prisoner, butCraig1916: 72
Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,
So soon as I can win the offended king,
I will be known your advocate; marry, yetCraig1916: 76
The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience
Your wisdom may inform you.
Please your highness,
I will from hence to-day.
You know the peril:Craig1916: 80
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.
Dissembling courtesy. How fine this tyrantCraig1916: 84
Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,
I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing,—
Always reserv'd my holy duty,—what
His rage can do on me. You must be gone;Craig1916: 88
And I shall here abide the hourly shot
Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world
That I may see again.
My queen! my mistress!Craig1916: 92
O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause
To be suspected of more tenderness
Than doth become a man. I will remain
The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth.
My residence in Rome at one Philario's,Craig1916: 97
Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter; thither write, my queen,
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,Craig1916: 100
Though ink be made of gall.
Re-enter Queen.
Be brief, I pray you;
If the king come, I shall incur I know not
How much of his displeasure. [Aside.] Yet I'll move him
To walk this way. I never do him wrong,Craig1916: 104
But he does buy my injuries to be friends,
Pays dear for my offences.
Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu!
Nay, stay a little:Craig1916: 109
Were you but riding forth to air yourself
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
This diamond was my mother's; take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,Craig1916: 113
When Imogen is dead.
How! how! another?
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And sear up my embracements from a nextCraig1916: 116
With bonds of death!—Remain, remain thou here
[Putting on the ring.
While sense can keep it on! And, sweetest, fairest,
As I my poor self did exchange for you,
To your so infinite loss, so in our triflesCraig1916: 120
I still win of you; for my sake wear this;
It is a manacle of love; I'll place itEdition: current; Page: [1174]
Upon this fairest prisoner.
[Putting a bracelet on her arm.
O the gods!
When shall we see again?
Enter Cymbeline and Lords.
Alack! the king!Craig1916: 124
Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight!
If after this command thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou diest. Away!
Thou'rt poison to my blood.
The gods protect youCraig1916: 128
And bless the good remainders of the court!
I am gone.
There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is.
O disloyal thing,
That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st insteadCraig1916: 132
A year's age on me.
I beseech you, sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation;
I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.
Past grace? obedience?
Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.Craig1916: 137
That mightst have had the sole son of my queen!
O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle
And did avoid a puttock.Craig1916: 140
Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne
A seat for baseness.
No; I rather added
A lustre to it.
O thou vile one!
It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus;
You bred him as my playfellow, and he isCraig1916: 145
A man worth any woman, overbuys me
Almost the sum he pays.
What! art thou mad?
Almost, sir; heaven restore me! Would I wereCraig1916: 148
A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus
Our neighbour shepherd's son!
Thou foolish thing!
Re-enter Queen.
They were again together; you have done
Not after our command. Away with her,Craig1916: 152
And pen her up.
Beseech your patience. Peace!
Dear lady daughter, peace! Sweet sovereign,
Leave us to ourselves, and make yourself some comfort
Out of your best advice.
Nay, let her languishCraig1916: 156
A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
Die of this folly!
[Exeunt Cymbeline and Lords.
Fie! you must give way:
Enter Pisanio.
Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news?
My lord your son drew on my master.
Ha!Craig1916: 160
No harm, I trust, is done?
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.
I am very glad on 't.Craig1916: 164
Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.
To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!
I would they were in Afric both together,
Myself by with a needle, that I might prickCraig1916: 168
The goer-back. Why came you from your master?
On his command: he would not suffer me
To bring him to the haven; left these notes
Of what commands I should be subject to,Craig1916: 172
When 't pleas'd you to employ me.
This hath been
Your faithful servant; I dare lay mine honour
He will remain so.
I humbly thank your highness.
Pray, walk awhile.
[To Pisanio.] About some half-hour hence,Craig1916: 176
I pray you, speak with me. You shall at least
Go see my lord aboard; for this time leave me.
Enter Cloten and two Lords.
Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice. Where air comes out, air comes in; there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.Craig1916: 5
If my shirt were bloody, them to shift it. Have I hurt him?
[Aside.] No faith; not so much as his patience.Craig1916: 9
Hurt him! his body's a passable Edition: current; Page: [1175] carcass if he be not hurt; it is a throughfare for steel if it be not hurt.Craig1916: 12
[Aside.] His steel was in debt; it went o' the backside the town.
The villain would not stand me.
[Aside.] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.Craig1916: 17
Stand you! You have land enough of your own; but he added to your having, gave you some ground.Craig1916: 20
[Aside.] As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!
I would they had not come between us.Craig1916: 24
[Aside.] So would I till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!Craig1916: 29
[Aside.] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.
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.
[Aside.] She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.Craig1916: 37
Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done!
[Aside.] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
You'll go with us?
I'll attend your lordship.Craig1916: 44
Nay, come, let's go together.
Well, my lord.
Enter Imogen and Pisanio.
I would thou grew'st unto the shores of the haven,
And question'dst every sail: if he should write,
And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost,
As offer'd mercy is. What was the lastCraig1916: 4
That he spake to thee?
It was his queen, his queen!
Then wav'd his handkerchief?
And kiss'd it, madam.
Senseless linen, happier therein than I!
And that was all?
No, madam; for so longCraig1916: 8
As he could make me with this eye or ear
Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mindCraig1916: 12
Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,
How swift his ship.
Thou shouldst have made him
As little as a crow, or less, ere left
To after-eye him.
Madam, so I did.Craig1916: 16
I would have broke mine eye-strings, crack'd them, but
To look upon him, till the diminution
Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted fromCraig1916: 20
The smallness of a gnat to air, and then
Have turn'd mine eye, and wept. But, good Pisanio,
When shall we hear from him?
Be assur'd, madam,
With his next vantage.Craig1916: 24
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 swearCraig1916: 28
The shes of Italy should not betray
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 thenCraig1916: 32
I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father,
And like the tyrannous breathing of the north
Shakes all our buds from growing.
Enter a Lady.
The queen, madam,Craig1916: 37
Desires your highness' company.
Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd.
I will attend the queen.
Madam, I shall.
Enter Philario, Iachimo, a Frenchman, a Dutchman, and a Spaniard.
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.Craig1916: 8
You speak of him when he was less Edition: current; Page: [1176] furnished than now he is with that which makes him both without and within.
I have seen him in France: we had very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.Craig1916: 14
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.
And then, his banishment.Craig1916: 19
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 judgment, which else an easy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar without less quality. But how comes it, he is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquaintance?Craig1916: 26
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 his quality.Craig1916: 32
Enter Posthumus.
I 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.Craig1916: 37
Sir, we have known together in Orleans.
Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still.Craig1916: 42
Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness. I was glad I did atone 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.Craig1916: 48
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 judgment,—if I offend not to say it is mended,—my quarrel was not altogether slight.Craig1916: 54
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.
Can we, with manners, ask what was the difference?Craig1916: 60
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 attemptable, than any the rarest of our ladies in France.
That lady is not now living, or this gentleman's opinion by this worn out.Craig1916: 72
She holds her virtue still and I my mind.
You must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of Italy.Craig1916: 76
Being so far provoked as I was in France, I would abate her nothing, though I profess myself her adorer, not her friend.Craig1916: 79
As fair and as good—a kind of hand-in-hand comparison—had been something too fair and too good for any lady in Britain. If she went before others I have seen, as that diamond of yours outlustres many I have beheld, I could not but believe she excelled many; but I have not seen the most precious diamond that is, nor you the lady.Craig1916: 87
I praised her as I rated her; so do I my stone.
What do you esteem it at?
More than the world enjoys.
Either your unparagoned mistress is dead, or she's outprized by a trifle.Craig1916: 93
You are mistaken; the one may be sold, or given; or if there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit for the gift; the other is not a thing for sale, and only the gift of the gods.
Which the gods have given you?
Which, by their graces, I will keep.Craig1916: 100
You may wear her in little yours, but, you know, strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your ring may be stolen, too; so your brace of unprizeable estimations, the one is but frail and the other causal; a cunning thief, or a that way accomplished courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last.Craig1916: 107
Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier to convince the honour of my mistress, if, in the holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do nothing doubt you have store of thieves; notwithstanding I fear not my ring.Craig1916: 113
Let us leave here, gentlemen.
Sir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I thank him, makes no stranger of me; we are familiar at first.Craig1916: 117
With five times so much conversation I should get ground of your fair mistress, make her go back, even to the yielding, had I admittance and opportunity to friend.Craig1916: 121
No, no.
I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to your ring, which, in my opinion, o'ervalues it something; but I make my wager rather against your confidence than her reputation; and, to bar your offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any lady in the world.
You are a great deal abused in too bold a persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're worthy of by your attempt.
What's that?Craig1916: 132
A repulse; though your attempt, as you call it, deserves more,—a punishment too.
Gentlemen, enough of this; it came in too suddenly; let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be better acquainted.Craig1916: 137
Would I had put my estate and my neighbour's on the approbation of what I have spoke!Craig1916: 140
What lady would you choose to assail?
Yours; whom in constancy you think stands so safe. I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring, that, commend me to the court where your lady is, with no more advantage than the opportunity of a second conference, and I will bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved.
I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it.
You are afraid, and therein the wiser. If you buy ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot preserve it from tainting. But I see you have some religion in you, that you fear.Craig1916: 154
This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a graver purpose, I hope.
I am the master of my speeches, and would undergo what's spoken, I swear.Craig1916: 158
Will you? I shall but lend my diamond till your return. Let there be covenants drawn between 's: my mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking; I dare you to this match. Here's my ring.
I will have it no lay.Craig1916: 164
By the gods, it is one. If I bring you no sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats are yours; so is your diamond too: if I come off, and leave her in such honour as you have trust in, she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are yours; provided I have your commendation for my more free entertainment.Craig1916: 173
I embrace these conditions; let us have articles betwixt us. Only, thus far you shall answer: if you make your voyage upon her and give me directly to understand that you have prevailed, I am no further your enemy; she is not worth our debate: if she remain unseduced,—you not making it appear otherwise,—for your ill opinion, and the assault you have made to her chastity, you shall answer me with your sword.Craig1916: 183
Your hand; a covenant. We will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. I will fetch my gold and have our two wagers recorded.Craig1916: 188
[Exeunt Posthumus and Iachimo.
Will this hold, think you?
Signior Iachimo will not from it. Pray, let us follow 'em.
Enter Queen, Ladies, and Cornelius.
Whiles yet the dew 's on ground, gather those flowers:
Make haste; who has the note of them?
I, madam.
[Exeunt Ladies.
Now, Master doctor, have you brought those drugs?Craig1916: 4
Pleaseth your highness, ay; here they are, madam:
[Presenting a small box.
But I beseech your Grace, without offence,—
My conscience bids me ask,—wherefore you have
Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds,Craig1916: 8
Which are the movers of a languishing death,
But though slow, deadly?
I wonder, doctor,
Thou ask'st me such a question: have I not been
Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how
To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, soCraig1916: 13
That our great king himself doth woo me oft
For my confections? Having thus far proceeded,—
Unless thou think'st me devilish,—is 't not meetCraig1916: 16
That I did amplify my judgment in
Other conclusions? I will try the forces
Of these thy compounds on such creatures as
We count not worth the hanging,—but none human,—Craig1916: 20
To try the vigour of them and apply
Allayments to their act, and by them gather
Their several virtues and effects.
Your highness
Shall from this practice but make hard your heart;Craig1916: 24Edition: current; Page: [1178]
Besides, the seeing these effects will be
Both noisome and infectious.
O! content thee.
Enter Pisanio.
[Aside.] Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him
Will I first work: he's for his master,Craig1916: 28
And enemy to my son. How now, Pisanio:
Doctor, your service for this time is ended;
Take your own way.
[Aside.] I do suspect you, madam;
But you shall do no harm.
[To Pisanio.] Hark thee, a word.
[Aside.] I do not like her. She doth think she hasCraig1916: 33
Strange lingering poisons; I do know her spirit,
And will not trust one of her malice with
A drug of such damn'd nature. Those she has
Will stupify and dull the sense awhile;Craig1916: 37
Which first, perchance, she'll prove on cats and dogs,
Then afterward up higher; but there is
No danger in what show of death it makes,Craig1916: 40
More than the locking-up the spirits a time,
To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd
With a most false effect; and I the truer,
So to be false with her.
No further service, doctor,Craig1916: 44
Until I send for thee.
I humbly take my leave.
Weeps she still, sayst thou? Dost thou think in time
She will not quench, and let instructions enter
Where folly now possesses? Do thou work:Craig1916: 48
When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son,
I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then
As great as is thy master; greater, for
His fortunes all lie speechless, and his nameCraig1916: 52
Is at last gasp; return he cannot, nor
Continue where he is; to shift his being
Is to exchange one misery with another,
And every day that comes comes to decayCraig1916: 56
A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect,
To be depender on a thing that leans,
Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends,
So much as but to prop him?
[The Queen drops the box; Pisanio takes it up.
Thou tak'st upCraig1916: 60
Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour:
It is a thing I made, which hath the king
Five times redeem'd from death; I do not know
What is more cordial: nay, I prithee, take it;Craig1916: 64
It is an earnest of a further good
That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
The case stands with her; do 't as from thyself.
Think what a chance thou changest on, but thinkCraig1916: 68
Thou hast thy mistress still, to boot, my son,
Who shall take notice of thee. I'll move the king
To any shape of thy preferment such
As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly,Craig1916: 72
That set thee on to this desert, am bound
To load thy merit richly. Call my women;
Think on my words.
[Exit Pisanio.
A sly and constant knave,
Not to be shak'd; the agent for his master,Craig1916: 76
And the remembrancer of her to hold
The hand-fast to her lord. I have given him that
Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
Of leigers for her sweet, and which she after,Craig1916: 80
Except she bend her humour, shall be assur'd
To taste of too.
Re-enter Pisanio and Ladies.
So, so;—well done, well done.
The violets, cowslips, and the prime-roses
Bear to my closet. Fare thee well, Pisanio:Craig1916: 84
Think on my words.
[Exeunt Queen and Ladies.
And shall do:
But when to my good lord I prove untrue,
I'll choke myself; there's all I'll do for you.
Enter Imogen.
A father cruel, and a step-dame false;
A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,
That hath her husband banish'd: O! that husband,
My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated
Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol'n,Craig1916: 5
As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
Is the desire that's glorious: bless'd be those,
How mean so'er, that have their honest wills,Craig1916: 8
Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!
Enter Pisanio and Iachimo.
Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome,
Comes from my lord with letters.
Change you, madam?
The worthy Leonatus is in safety,Craig1916: 12Edition: current; Page: [1179]
And greets your highness dearly.
[Presents a letter.
Thanks, good sir:
You are kindly welcome.
[Aside.] All of her that is out of door most rich!
If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare,Craig1916: 16
She is alone the Arabian bird, and I
Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend!
Arm me, audacity, from head to foot!
Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight;Craig1916: 20
Rather, directly fly.
He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your truest
So far I read aloud;
But even the very middle of my heartCraig1916: 27
Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully.
You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
Have words to bid you; and shall find it so
In all that I can do.
Thanks, fairest lady.
What! are men mad? Hath nature given them eyesCraig1916: 32
To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop
Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
The fiery orbs above and the twinn'd stones
Upon the number'd beach? and can we notCraig1916: 36
Partition make with spectacles so precious
'Twixt fair and foul?
What makes your admiration?
It cannot be i' the eye; for apes and monkeys
'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way andCraig1916: 40
Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judgment,
For idiots in this case of favour would
Be wisely definite; nor i' the appetite;
Sluttery to such neat excellence oppos'dCraig1916: 44
Should make desire vomit emptiness,
Not so allur'd to feed.
What is the matter, trow?
The cloyed will,—
That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tubCraig1916: 48
Both fill'd and running,—ravening first the lamb,
Longs after for the garbage.
What, dear sir,
Thus raps you? are you well?
Thanks, madam, well.
[To Pisanio.] Beseech you, sir,Craig1916: 52
Desire my man's abode where I did leave him;
He's strange and peevish.
I was going, sir,
To give him welcome.
Continues well my lord his health, beseech you?Craig1916: 56
Well, madam.
Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope he is.
Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there
So merry and so gamesome: he is call'dCraig1916: 60
The Briton reveller.
When he was here
He did incline to sadness, and oft-times
Not knowing why.
I never saw him sad.
There is a Frenchman his companion, one,Craig1916: 64
An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves
A Gallian girl at home; he furnaces
The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly Briton—
Your lord, I mean—laughs from 's free lungs, cries, 'O!Craig1916: 68
Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knows
By history, report, or his own proof,
What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
But must be, will his free hours languish forCraig1916: 72
Assured bondage?'
Will my lord say so?
Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter:
It is a recreation to be by
And hear him mock the Frenchman; but, heavens know,Craig1916: 76
Some men are much to blame.
Not he, I hope.
Not he; but yet heaven's bounty towards him might
Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much;
In you,—which I account his beyond all talents,—Craig1916: 80
Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pity too.
What do you pity, sir?
Two creatures, heartily.
Am I one, sir?
You look on me: what wrack discern you in meCraig1916: 84
Deserves your pity?
Lamentable! What!
To hide me from the radiant sun and solace
I' the dungeon by a snuff!
I pray you, sir,
Deliver with more openness your answersCraig1916: 88
To my demands. Why do you pity me?
That others do,
I was about to say, enjoy your—But
It is an office of the gods to venge it,Craig1916: 92
Not mine to speak on 't.
You do seem to know
Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you,—
Since doubting things go ill often hurts more
Than to be sure they do; for certaintiesCraig1916: 96
Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,
The remedy then born,—discover to me
What both you spur and stop.
Had I this cheek
To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
To the oath of loyalty; this object, whichCraig1916: 102
Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Firing it only here; should I—damn'd then—
Slaver with lips as common as the stairsCraig1916: 105
That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
Made hard with hourly falsehood,—falsehood, as
With labour;—then by-peeping in an eye,Craig1916: 108
Base and illustrous as the smoky light
That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit
That all the plagues of hell should at one time
Encounter such revolt.
My lord, I fear,Craig1916: 112
Has forgot Britain.
And himself. Not I,
Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce
The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces
That from my mutest conscience to my tongue
Charms this report out.
Let me hear no more.Craig1916: 117
O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart
With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady
So fair,—and fasten'd to an emperyCraig1916: 120
Would make the great'st king double,—to be partner'd
With tom-boys hir'd with that self-exhibition
Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ventures
That play with all infirmities for goldCraig1916: 124
Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff
As well might poison poison! Be reveng'd;
Or she that bore you was no queen, and you
Recoil from your great stock.
Reveng'd!Craig1916: 128
How should I be reveng'd? If this be true,—
As I have such a heart, that both mine ears
Must not in haste abuse,—if it be true,
How should I be reveng'd?
Should be make meCraig1916: 132
Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets,
Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps,
In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it.
I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure,Craig1916: 136
More noble than that runagate to your bed,
And will continue fast to your affection,
Still close as sure.
What ho, Pisanio!
Let me my service tender on your lips.
Away! I do condemn mine ears that haveCraig1916: 141
So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,
Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
For such an end thou seek'st; as base as strange.Craig1916: 144
Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far
From thy report as thou from honour, and
Solicit'st here a lady that disdains
Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!Craig1916: 148
The king my father shall be made acquainted
Of thy assault; if he shall think it fit,
A saucy stranger in his court to mart
As in a Romish stew and to expoundCraig1916: 152
His beastly mind to us, he hath a court
He little cares for and a daughter who
He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio!
O happy Leonatus! I may say:Craig1916: 156
The credit that thy lady hath of thee
Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodness
Her assur'd credit. Blessed live you long!
A lady to the worthiest sir that everCraig1916: 160
Country call'd his; and you his mistress, only
For the most worthiest fit. Give me your pardon.
I have spoken this, to know if your affiance
Were deeply rooted, and shall make your lord
That which he is, new o'er; and he is oneCraig1916: 165
The truest manner'd; such a holy witch
That he enchants societies into him;
Half all men's hearts are his.
You make amends.Craig1916: 168
He sits 'mongst men like a descended god:
He hath a kind of honour sets him off,
More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'dCraig1916: 172
To try your taking of a false report; which hath
Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment
In the election of a sir so rare,
Which you know cannot err. The love I bear himCraig1916: 176
Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you,
Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon.
All's well, sir. Take my power i' the court for yours.
My humble thanks. I had almost forgetCraig1916: 180
To entreat your Grace but in a small request,Edition: current; Page: [1181]
And yet of moment too, for it concerns
Your lord, myself, and other noble friends,
Are partners in the business.
Pray, what is 't?Craig1916: 184
Some dozen Romans of us and your lord,
The best feather of our wing, have mingled sums
To buy a present for the emperor;
Which I, the factor for the rest, have doneCraig1916: 188
In France; 'tis plate of rare device, and jewels
Of rich and exquisite form; their values great;
And I am something curious, being strange,
To have them in safe stowage. May it please youCraig1916: 192
To take them in protection?
And pawn mine honour for their safety: since
My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
In my bedchamber.
They are in a trunk,Craig1916: 196
Attended by my men; I will make bold
To send them to you, only for this night;
I must aboard to-morrow.
O! no, no.
Yes, I beseech, or I shall short my wordCraig1916: 200
By lengthening my return. From Gallia
I cross'd the seas on purpose and on promise
To see your Grace.
I thank you for your pains;
But not away to-morrow!
O! I must, madam:Craig1916: 204
Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please
To greet your lord with writing, do 't to-night:
I have outstood my time, which is material
To the tender of our present.
I will write.Craig1916: 208
Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.
Enter Cloten and two Lords.
Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on 't; and then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.
What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl.Craig1916: 8
[Aside.] If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out.
When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?Craig1916: 13
No, my lord; [Aside.] nor crop the ears of them.
Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction!
Would he had been one of my rank!Craig1916: 17
[Aside.] To have smelt like a fool.
I am not vexed more at any thing in the earth. A pox on 't! I had rather not be so noble as I am. They dare not fight with me because of the queen my mother. Every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match.
[Aside.] You are cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on.
Sayest thou?Craig1916: 28
It is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to.
No, I know that; but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors.Craig1916: 33
Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.
Why, so I say.Craig1916: 36
Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?
A stranger, and I not know on 't!
[Aside.] He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not.Craig1916: 41
There's an Italian come; and 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.
Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
One of your lordship's pages.
Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in 't?Craig1916: 49
You cannot derogate, my lord.
Not easily, I think.
[Aside.] You are a fool, granted; therefore your issues, being foolish, do not derogate.
Come, I'll go see this Italian. What I have lost to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.Craig1916: 57
I'll attend your lordship.
[Exeunt Cloten and First Lord.
That such a crafty devil as is his mother
Should yield the world this ass! a woman thatCraig1916: 60
Bears all down with her brain, and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart
And leave eighteen. Alas! poor princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'stCraig1916: 64
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
A mother hourly coining plots, a wooerEdition: current; Page: [1182]
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid actCraig1916: 68
Of the divorce he'd make. The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd
That temple, thy fair mind; that thou mayst stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land!
Imogen reading in her bed; a Lady attending.
Who's there? my woman Helen?
Please you, madam.
What hour is it?
Almost midnight, madam.
I have read three hours then; mine eyes are weak;
Fold down the leaf where I have left; to bed:Craig1916: 4
Take not away the taper, leave it burning,
And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock,
I prithee, call me. Sleep has seized me wholly.
[Exit Lady.
To your protection I commend me, gods!Craig1916: 8
From fairies and the tempters of the night
Guard me, beseech ye!
[Sleeps. Iachimo comes from the trunk.
The crickets sing, and man's o'erlabour'd sense
Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thusCraig1916: 12
Did softly press the rushes ere he waken'd
The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,
How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! freshlily,
And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!Craig1916: 16
But kiss: one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd,
How dearly they do 't! 'Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the chamber thus; the flame of the taper
Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids,Craig1916: 20
To see the enclosed lights, now canopied
Under these windows, white and azure lac'd
With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design,
To note the chamber: I will write all down:Craig1916: 24
Such and such pictures; there the window; such
Th' adornment of her bed; the arras, figures,
Why, such and such; and the contents o' the story.
Ah! but some natural notes about her body,Craig1916: 28
Above ten thousand meaner moveables
Would testify, to enrich mine inventory.
O sleep! thou ape of death, lie dull upon her;
And be her senses but as a monumentCraig1916: 32
Thus in a chapel lying. Come off, come off;—
[Taking off her bracelet.
As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard!
'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
As strongly as the conscience does within,Craig1916: 36
To the madding of her lord. On her left breast
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
I' the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher;
Stronger than ever law could make: this secretCraig1916: 40
Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en
The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end?
Why should I write this down, that's riveted,
Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading lateCraig1916: 44
The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down
Where Philomel gave up. I have enough:
To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawningCraig1916: 48
May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear;
Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.
[Clock strikes.
One, two, three: time, time!
[Goes into the trunk. The scene closes.
Enter Cloten and Lords.
Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
It would make any man cold to lose.Craig1916: 4
But not every man patient after the noble temper of your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win.
Winning will put any man into courage.
If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough. It's almost morning, is 't not?
Day, my lord.Craig1916: 11
I would this music would come. I am advised to give her music o' mornings; they say it will penetrate.
Enter Musicians.
Come on; tune. If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if none will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good-conceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it: and then let her consider.Craig1916: 21Edition: current; Page: [1183]
So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will consider your music the better; if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs and calves'-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend.
[Exeunt Musicians.
Here comes the king.Craig1916: 36
I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early; he cannot choose but take this service I have done fatherly.
Enter Cymbeline and Queen.
Good morrow to your majesty and to my gracious mother.Craig1916: 41
Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?
Will she not forth?
I have assail'd her with musics, but she vouchsafes no notice.Craig1916: 45
The exile of her minion is too new,
She hath not yet forgot him; some more time
Must wear the print of his remembrance out,Craig1916: 48
And then she's yours.
You are most bound to the king,
Who lets go by no vantages that may
Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself
To orderly soliciting, and be friendedCraig1916: 52
With aptness of the season; make denials
Increase your services; so seem as if
You were inspir'd to do those duties which
You tender to her; that you in all obey herCraig1916: 56
Save when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senseless.
Senseless! not so.
Enter a Messenger.
So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome;
The one is Caius Lucius.
A worthy fellow,Craig1916: 60
Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
But that's no fault of his: we must receive him
According to the honour of his sender;
And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us,Craig1916: 64
We must extend our notice. Our dear son,
When you have given good morning to your mistress,
Attend the queen and us; we shall have need
To employ you towards this Roman. Come, our queen.
[Exeunt all but Cloten.
If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,
Let her lie still, and dream. By your leave, ho!
I know her women are about her. What
If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis goldCraig1916: 72
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief;Craig1916: 76
Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man. What
Can it not do and undo? I will make
One of her women lawyer to me, for
I yet not understand the case myself.Craig1916: 80
By your leave.
Enter a Lady.
Who's there, that knocks?
A gentleman.
No more?
Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
[Aside.] That's more
Than some whose tailors are as dear as yoursCraig1916: 84
Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?
Your lady's person: is she ready?
To keep her chamber.
There's gold for you; sell me your good report.Craig1916: 88
How! my good name? or to report of you
What I shall think is good?—The princess!
Enter Imogen.
Good morrow, fairest; sister, your sweet hand.
[Exit Lady.
Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much painsCraig1916: 92
For purchasing but trouble; the thanks I give
Is telling you that I am poor of thanks
And scarce can spare them.
Still, I swear I love you.
If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:Craig1916: 96
If you swear still, your recompense is still
That I regard it not.
This is no answer.
But that you shall not say I yield being silent
I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: faith,
I shall unfold equal discourtesyCraig1916: 101Edition: current; Page: [1184]
To your best kindness. One of your great knowing
Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin:Craig1916: 104
I will not.
Fools cure not mad folks.
Do you call me fool?
As I am mad, I do:
If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;Craig1916: 108
That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,
You put me to forget a lady's manners,
By being so verbal; and learn now, for all,
That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce
By the very truth of it, I care not for you;Craig1916: 113
And am so near the lack of charity,—
To accuse myself,—I hate you; which I had rather
You felt than make 't my boast.
You sin againstCraig1916: 116
Obedience, which you owe your father. For
The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
One bred of alms and foster'd with cold dishes,
With scraps o' the court, it is no contract, none;Craig1916: 120
And though it be allow'd in meaner parties—
Yet who than he more mean?—to knit their souls—
On whom there is no more dependancy
But brats and beggary—in self-figur'd knot;Craig1916: 124
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by
The consequence o' the crown, and must not soil
The precious note of it with a base slave,
A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,Craig1916: 128
A pantler, not so eminent.
Profane fellow!
Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more
But what thou art besides, thou wert too base
To be his groom; thou wert dignified enough,
Even to the point of envy, if 'twere madeCraig1916: 133
Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd
The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated
For being preferr'd so well.
The south-fog rot him!
He never can meet more mischance than comeCraig1916: 137
To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment
That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer
In my respect than all the hairs above thee,Craig1916: 140
Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio!
Enter Pisanio.
'His garment!' Now, the devil—
To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently,—
'His garment!'
I am sprighted with a fool,Craig1916: 144
Frighted, and anger'd worse. Go, bid my woman
Search for a jewel that too casually
Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's, 'shrew me
If I would lose it for a revenueCraig1916: 148
Of any king's in Europe. I do think
I saw 't this morning; confident I am
Last night 'twas on mine arm, I kiss'd it;
I hope it be not gone to tell my lordCraig1916: 152
That I kiss aught but he.
'Twill not be lost.
I hope so; go, and search.
[Exit Pisanio.
You have abus'd me:
'His meanest garment!'
Ay, I said so, sir:Craig1916: 155
If you will make 't an action, call witness to 't.
I will inform your father.
Your mother too:
She's my good lady, and will conceive, I hope,
But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir,
To the worst of discontent.
I'll be reveng'd.Craig1916: 160
'His meanest garment!' Well.
Enter Posthumus and Philario.
Fear it not, sir; I would I were so sure
To win the king as I am bold her honour
Will remain hers.
What means do you make to him?
Not any, but abide the change of time,
Quake in the present winter's state and wishCraig1916: 5
That warmer days would come; in these sear'd hopes,
I barely gratify your love; they failing,
I must die much your debtor.Craig1916: 8
Your very goodness and your company
O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king
Hath heard of great Augustus; Caius Lucius
Will do 's commission throughly, and I think
He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages,Craig1916: 13
Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance
Is yet fresh in their grief.
I do believe—
Statist though I am none, nor like to be—Craig1916: 16
That this will prove a war; and you shall hear
The legions now in Gallia sooner landed
In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings
Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymenCraig1916: 20
Are men more order'd than when Julius Cæsar
Smil'd at their lack of skill, but found their courageEdition: current; Page: [1185]
Worthy his frowning at: their discipline,—
Now winged,—with their courage will make knownCraig1916: 24
To their approvers they are people such
That mend upon the world.
See! Iachimo!
Enter Iachimo.
The swiftest harts have posted you by land,
And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails,Craig1916: 28
To make your vessel nimble.
Welcome, sir.
I hope the briefness of your answer made
The speediness of your return.
Your lady
Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon.Craig1916: 32
And therewithal the best; or let her beauty
Look through a casement to allure false hearts
And be false with them.
Here are letters for you.
Their tenour good, I trust.
'Tis very like.Craig1916: 36
Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court
When you were there?
He was expected then,
But not approach'd.
All is well yet.
Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't notCraig1916: 40
Too dull for your good wearing?
If I have lost it,
I should have lost the worth of it in gold.
I'll make a journey twice as far to enjoy
A second night of such sweet shortness whichCraig1916: 44
Was mine in Britain; for the ring is won.
The stone's too hard to come by.
Not a whit,
Your lady being so easy.
Make not, sir,
Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we
Must not continue friends.
Good sir, we must,Craig1916: 49
If you keep covenant. Had I not brought
The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant
We were to question further, but I nowCraig1916: 52
Profess myself the winner of her honour,
Together with your ring; and not the wronger
Of her or you, having proceeded but
By both your wills.
If you can make 't apparentCraig1916: 56
That you have tasted her in bed, my hand
And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion
You had of her pure honour gains or loses
Your sword or mine or masterless leaves bothCraig1916: 60
To who shall find them.
Sir, my circumstances
Being so near the truth as I will make them,
Must first induce you to believe: whose strength
I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not,Craig1916: 64
You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find
You need it not.
First, her bedchamber,—
Where I confess I slept not, but profess
Had that was well worth watching,—it was hang'dCraig1916: 68
With tapestry of silk and silver; the story
Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,
And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for
The press of boats or pride; a piece of workCraig1916: 72
So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
In workmanship and value; which I wonder'd
Could be rarely and exactly wrought,
Since the true life on 't was—
This is true;Craig1916: 76
And this you might have heard of here, by me,
Or by some other.
More particulars
Must justify my knowledge.
So they must,
Or do your honour injury.
The chimneyCraig1916: 80
Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece
Chaste Dian bathing; never saw I figures
So likely to report themselves; the cutter
Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her,Craig1916: 84
Motion and breath left out.
This is a thing
Which you might from relation likewise reap,
Being, as it is, much spoke of.
The roof o' the chamber
With golden cherubins is fretted; her andirons—Craig1916: 88
I had forgot them—were two winking Cupids
Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely
Depending on their brands.
This is her honour!
Let it be granted you have seen all this,—and praiseCraig1916: 92
Be given to your remembrance,—the description
Of what is in her chamber nothing saves
The wager you have laid.
Then, if you can,
Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel; see!
[Showing the bracelet.
And now 'tis up again; it must be marriedCraig1916: 97
To that your diamond; I'll keep them.
Once more let me behold it. Is it that
Which I left with her?
Sir,—I thank her,—that:Craig1916: 100
She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;
Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
And yet enrich'd it too. She gave it me, and said
She priz'd it once.
May be she pluck'd it offCraig1916: 104
To send it me.
She writes so to you, doth she?
O! no, no, no, 'tis true. Here, take this too;
[Gives the ring.
It is a basilisk unto mine eye,
Kills me to look on 't. Let there be no honour
Where there is beauty; truth where semblance; loveCraig1916: 109
Where there's another man; the vows of women
Of no more bondage be to where they are made
Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing.Craig1916: 112
O! above measure false.
Have patience, sir,
And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won:
It may be probable she lost it; or
Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted,Craig1916: 116
Hath stol'n it from her?
Very true;
And so I hope he came by 't. Back my ring.
Render to me some corporal sign about her,
More evident than this; for this was stol'n.Craig1916: 120
By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears.
'Tis true; nay, keep the ring; 'tis true: I am sure
She would not lose it; her attendants areCraig1916: 124
All sworn and honourable; they induc'd to steal it!
And by a stranger! No, he hath enjoy'd her;
The cognizance of her incontinency
Is this; she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly.Craig1916: 128
There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell
Divide themselves between you!
Sir, be patient:
This is not strong enough to be believ'd
Of one persuaded well of—
Never talk on 't;Craig1916: 132
She hath been colted by him.
If you seek
For further satisfying, under her breast,
Worthy the pressing, lies a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging: by my life,Craig1916: 136
I kiss'd it, and it gave me present hunger
To feed again, though full. You do remember
This stain upon her?
Ay, and it doth confirm
Another stain, as big as hell can hold,Craig1916: 140
Were there no more but it.
Will you hear more?
Spare your arithmetic; never count the turns;
Once, and a million!
I'll be sworn,—
No swearing.
If you will swear you have not done 't, you lie;
And I will kill thee if thou dost denyCraig1916: 145
Thou'st made me cuckold.
I'll deny nothing.
O! that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal.
I will go there and do 't, i' the court, beforeCraig1916: 148
Her father. I'll do something—
Quite besides
The government of patience! You have won:
Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath
He hath against himself.
With all my heart.Craig1916: 152
Enter Posthumus.
Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half-workers? We are all bastards; all,
And that most venerable man which I
Did call my father was I know not whereCraig1916: 4
When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools
Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother seem'd
The Dian of that time; so doth my wife
The nonpareil of this. O! vengeance, vengeance;Craig1916: 8
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd
And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with
A pudency so rosy the sweet view on 't
Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought herCraig1916: 12
As chaste as unsunn'd snow. O! all the devils!
This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,—was 't not?
Or less—at first?—perchance he spoke not, but
Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one,Craig1916: 16
Cried 'O!' and mounted; found no opposition
But what he look'd for should oppose and she
Should from encounter guard. Could I find out
The woman's part in me! For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man but I affirmCraig1916: 21
It is the woman's part; be it lying, note it,
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;Craig1916: 24
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
Nice longing, slanders, mutability,Edition: current; Page: [1187]
All faults that man may name, nay, that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part, or all; but rather, all;Craig1916: 28
For even to vice
They are not constant, but are changing still
One vice but of a minute old for one
Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,
Detest them, curse them. Yet 'tis greater skillCraig1916: 33
In a true hate to pray they have their will:
The very devils cannot plague them better.
Enter at one door Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords; and at another Caius Lucius and Attendants.
Now say what would Augustus Cæsar with us?
When Julius Cæsar—whose remembrance yet
Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears and tongues
Be theme and hearing ever—was in this Britain,
And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,—Craig1916: 5
Famous in Cæsar's praises, no whit less
Than in his feats deserving it,—for him
And his succession, granted Rome a tribute,Craig1916: 8
Yearly three thousand pounds, which by thee lately
Is left untender'd.
And, to kill the marvel,
Shall be so ever.
There be many Cæsars
Ere such another Julius. Britain isCraig1916: 12
A world by itself, and we will nothing pay
For wearing our own noses.
That opportunity,
Which then they had to take from 's, to resume,
We have again. Remember, sir, my liege,Craig1916: 16
The kings your ancestors, together with
The natural bravery of your isle, which stands
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
With rocks unscaleable and roaring waters,Craig1916: 20
With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats,
But suck them up to the topmast. A kind of conquest
Cæsar made here, but made not here his brag
Of 'came, and saw, and overcame:' with shame—Craig1916: 24
The first that ever touch'd him—he was carried
From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping—
Poor ignorant baubles!—on our terrible seas,
Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd
As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereofCraig1916: 29
The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point—
O giglot fortune!—to master Cæsar's sword,
Made Lud's town with rejoicing-fires bright,Craig1916: 32
And Britons stiut with courage.
Come, there's no more tribute to be paid. Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no moe such Cæsars; other of them may have crooked noses, but to owe such straight arms, none.
Son, let your mother end.Craig1916: 39
We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan; I do not say I am one, but I have a hand. Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If Cæsar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now.
You must know,
Till the injurious Romans did extortCraig1916: 48
This tribute from us, we were free; Cæsar's ambition—
Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch
The sides o' the world—against all colour here
Did put the yoke upon 's; which to shake offCraig1916: 52
Becomes a war-like people, whom we reckon
Ourselves to be. We do say then to Cæsar
Our ancestor was that Mulmutius which
Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword of Cæsar
Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchiseCraig1916: 57
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry. Mulmutius made our laws,
Who was the first of Britain which did putCraig1916: 60
His brows within a golden crown, and call'd
Himself a king.
I am sorry, Cymbeline,
That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar—
Cæsar, that hath more kings his servants than
Thyself domestic officers—thine enemy.Craig1916: 65
Receive it from me, then: war and confusion
In Cæsar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look
For fury not to be resisted. Thus defied,Craig1916: 68
I thank thee for myself.
Thou art welcome, Caius.
Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him; of him I gather'd honour;
Which he, to seek of me again, perforce,Craig1916: 72
Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for
Their liberties are now in arms; a precedent
Which not to read would show the Britons cold:
So Cæsar shall not find them.
Let proof speak.Craig1916: 77
His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day or two, or longer; if you Edition: current; Page: [1188] seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle; if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end.Craig1916: 84
So, sir.
I know your master's pleasure and he mine:
All the remain is 'Welcome!'
Enter Pisanio, reading a letter.
How! of adultery! Wherefore write you not
What monster's her accuser? Leonatus!
O master! what a strange infection
Is fall'n into thy ear! What false Italian—Craig1916: 4
As poisonous-tongu'd as handed—hath prevail'd
On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal! No:
She's punish'd for her truth, and undergoes,
More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaultsCraig1916: 8
As would take in some virtue. O my master!
Thy mind to her is now as low as were
Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her?
Upon the love and truth and vows which ICraig1916: 12
Have made to thy command? I, her? her blood?
If it be so to do good service, never
Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanityCraig1916: 16
So much as this fact comes to?—Do't: the letter
That I have sent her by her own command
Shall give thee opportunity:—O damn'd paper!
Black as the ink that's on thee. Senseless bauble,Craig1916: 20
Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st
So virgin-like without? Lo! here she comes.
I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
Enter Imogen.
How now, Pisanio!Craig1916: 24
Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
Who? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus.
O! learn'd indeed were that astronomer
That knew the stars as I his characters;Craig1916: 28
He'd lay the future open. You good gods,
Let what is here contain'd relish of love,
Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not
That we two are asunder; let that grieve him,—
Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them,Craig1916: 33
For it doth physic love,—of his content,
All but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Bless'd be
You bees that make these locks of counsel! LoversCraig1916: 36
And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike;
Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods!
Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would not even renew me with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria, at Milford-Haven; what your own love will out of this advise you, follow. So, he wishes you all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your, increasing in love,
Leonatus Posthumus.
O! for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio?Craig1916: 49
He is at Milford-Haven; read, and tell me
How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
May plod it in a week, why may not ICraig1916: 52
Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,—
Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,—
O! let me 'bate,—but not like me; yet long'st,
But in a fainter kind:—O! not like me,Craig1916: 56
For mine's beyond beyond; say, and speak thick;—
Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing,
To the smothering of the sense,—how far it is
To this same blessed Milford; and, by the way,
Tell me how Wales was made so happy asCraig1916: 61
T' inherit such a haven; but, first of all,
How we may steal from hence, and, for the gap
That we shall make in time, from our hencegoingCraig1916: 64
And our return, to excuse; but first, how get hence.
Why should excuse be born or ere begot?
We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak,
How many score of miles may we well rideCraig1916: 68
'Twixt hour and hour?
One score 'twixt sun and sun,
Madam, 's enough for you, and too much too.
Why, one that rode to 's execution, man,
Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers,Craig1916: 72
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery;
Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say
She'll home to her father; and provide me presentlyCraig1916: 76
A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit
A franklin's housewife.
Madam, you're best consider.
I see before me, man; nor here, nor here,
Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them,Craig1916: 80
That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee;
Do as I bid thee. There's no more to say;
Accessible is none but Milford way.
Enter from the Cave, Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
A goodly day not to keep house, with such
Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys; this gate
Instructs you how to adore the heavens, and bows you
To a morning's holy office; the gates of monarchsCraig1916: 4
Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through
And keep their impious turbans on, without
Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven!Craig1916: 7
We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly
As prouder livers do.
Hail, heaven!
Hail, heaven!
Now for our mountain sport. Up to yond hill;
Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider,
When you above perceive me like a crow,Craig1916: 12
That it is place which lessens and sets off;
And you may then revolve what tales I have told you
Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war;
This service is not service, so being done,Craig1916: 16
But being so allow'd; to apprehend thus
Draws us a profit from all things we see,
And often, to our comfort, shall we find
The sharded beetle in a safer holdCraig1916: 20
Than is the full wing'd eagle. O! this life
Is nobler than attending for a check,
Richer than doing nothing for a bribe,
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk;Craig1916: 24
Such gain the cap of him that makes 'em fine,
Yet keeps his book uncross'd; no life to ours.
Out of your proof you speak; we, poor unfledg'd,
Have never wing'd from view o' the nest, nor know notCraig1916: 28
What air's from home. Haply this life is best,
If quiet life be best; sweeter to you
That have a sharper known, well corresponding
With your stiff age; but unto us it isCraig1916: 32
A cell of ignorance, travelling a-bed,
A prison for a debtor, that not dares
To stride a limit.
What should we speak of
When we are old as you? when we shall hearCraig1916: 36
The rain and wind beat dark December, how
In this our pinching cave shall we discourse
The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing;
We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey,Craig1916: 40
Like war-like as the wolf for what we eat;
Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage
We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,
And sing our bondage freely.
How you speak!Craig1916: 44
Did you but know the city's usuries
And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court,
As hard to leave as keep, whose top to climb
Is certain falling, or so slippery thatCraig1916: 48
The fear's as bad as falling; the toil of the war,
A pain that only seems to seek out danger
I' the name of fame and honour; which dies i' the search,
And hath as oft a slanderous epitaphCraig1916: 52
As record of fair act; nay, many times,
Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,
Must curtsy at the censure: O boys! this story
The world may read in me; my body's mark'd
With Roman swords, and my report was once
First with the best of note; Cymbeline lov'd me,
And when a soldier was the theme, my name
Was not far off; then was I as a treeCraig1916: 60
Whose boughs did bend with fruit, but, in one night,
A storm or robbery, call it what you will,
Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,
And left me bare to weather.
Uncertain favour!Craig1916: 64
My fault being nothing,—as I have told you oft,—
But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd
Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline
I was confederate with the Romans; soCraig1916: 68
Follow'd my banishment, and this twenty years
This rock and these demesnes have been my world,
Where I have liv'd at honest freedom, paid
More pious debts to heaven than in allCraig1916: 72
The fore-end of my time. But, up to the mountains!
This is not hunter's language. He that strikes
The venison first shall be the lord o' the feast;
To him the other two shall minister;Craig1916: 76
And we will fear no poison which attendsEdition: current; Page: [1190]
In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys.
[Exeunt Guiderius and Arviragus.
How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!
These boys know little they are sons to the king;
Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive.Craig1916: 81
They think they are mine; and, though train'd up thus meanly
I' the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit
The roofs of palaces, and nature prompts them
In simple and low things to prince it muchCraig1916: 85
Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,
The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, who
The king his father call'd Guiderius,—Jove!Craig1916: 88
When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell
The war-like feats I have done, his spirits fly out
Into my story: say, 'Thus mine enemy fell,
And thus I set my foot on 's neck;' even thenCraig1916: 92
The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats,
Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in posture
That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal,—
Once Arviragus,—in as like a figure,Craig1916: 96
Strikes life into my speech and shows much more
His own conceiving. Hark! the game is rous'd.
O Cymbeline! heaven and my conscience knows
Thou didst unjustly banish me; whereon,Craig1916: 100
At three and two years old, I stole these babes,
Thinking to bar thee of succession, as
Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile,
Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mother,Craig1916: 104
And every day do honour to her grave:
Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd,
They take for natural father. The game is up.
Enter Pisanio and Imogen.
Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place
Was near at hand: ne'er long'd my mother so
To see me first, as I have now. Pisanio! man!
Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,Craig1916: 4
That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh
From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus,
Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
Beyond self-explication; put thyselfCraig1916: 8
Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness
Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter?
Why tender'st thou that paper to me with
A look untender? If 't be summer news,Craig1916: 12
Smile to 't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that count'nance still. My husband's hand!
That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him,
And he's at some hard point. Speak, man; thy tongueCraig1916: 16
May take off some extremity, which to read
Would be even mortal to me.
Please you, read;
And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing
The most disdain'd of fortune.Craig1916: 20
Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises, but from proof as strong as my grief and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pisanio, must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life; I shall give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven; she hath my letter for the purpose; where, if thou fear to strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour and equally to me disloyal.Craig1916: 33
What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper
Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongueCraig1916: 36
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds and doth belie
All corners of the world; kings, queens, and states,
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the graveCraig1916: 40
This viperous slander enters. What cheer, madam?
False to his bed! What is it to be false?
To lie in watch there and to think on him?
To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature,Craig1916: 44
To break it with a fearful dream of him,
And cry myself awake? that's false to 's bed, is it?
Alas! good lady.
I false! Thy conscience witness! Iachimo,Craig1916: 48
Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;
Thou then look'dst like a villain; now methinks
Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy,
Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:Craig1916: 52
Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion,
And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,
I must be ripp'd; to pieces with me! O!Edition: current; Page: [1191]
Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,Craig1916: 56
By thy revolt, O husband! shall be thought
Put on for villany; not born where 't grows,
But worn a bait for ladies.
Good madam, hear me.
True honest men being heard, like false Æneas,Craig1916: 60
Were in his time thought false, and Sinon's weeping
Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity
From most true wretchedness; so thou, Posthumus,
Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;Craig1916: 64
Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjur'd
From thy great fail. Come, fellow, be thou honest;
Do thou thy master's bidding. When thou seest him,
A little witness my obedience; look!Craig1916: 68
I draw the sword myself; take it, and hit
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart.
Fear not, 'tis empty of all things but grief;
Thy master is not there, who was indeedCraig1916: 72
The riches of it: do his bidding; strike.
Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause,
But now thou seem'st a coward.
Hence, vile instrument!
Thou shalt not damn my hand.
Why, I must die;Craig1916: 76
And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart.Craig1916: 80
Something's afore 't; soft, soft! we'll no defence;
Obedient as the scabbard. What is here?
The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus
All turn'd to heresy! Away, away!Craig1916: 84
Corrupters of my faith; you shall no more
Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools
Believe false teachers; though those that are betray'd
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitorCraig1916: 88
Stands in worse case of woe.
And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father,
And make me put into contempt the suitsCraig1916: 92
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness; and I grieve myself
To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by herCraig1916: 96
That now thou tir'st on, how thy memory
Will then be pang'd by me. Prithee, dispatch;
The lamb entreats the butcher; where's thy knife?
Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
When I desire it too.
O, gracious lady!Craig1916: 101
Since I receiv'd command to do this business
I have not slept one wink.
Do 't, and to bed then.
I'll wake mine eyeballs blind first.
Wherefore then
Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'dCraig1916: 105
So many miles with a pretence? this place?
Mine action and thine own? our horses' labour?
The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,Craig1916: 108
For my being absent?—whereunto I never
Purpose return.—Why hast thou gone so far,
To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand,
The elected deer before thee?
But to win timeCraig1916: 112
To lose so bad employment, in the which
I have consider'd of a course. Good lady,
Hear me with patience.
Talk thy tongue weary; speak:
I have heard I am a strumpet, and mine ear,Craig1916: 116
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.
Then, madam,
I thought you would not back again.
Most like,
Bringing me here to kill me.
Not so, neither;Craig1916: 120
But if I were as wise as honest, then
My purpose would prove well. It cannot be
But that my master is abus'd; some villain,
Some villain, ay, and singular in his art,Craig1916: 124
Hath done you both this cursed injury.
Some Roman courtezan.
No, on my life.
I'll give but notice you are dead and send him
Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commandedCraig1916: 128
I should do so: you shall be miss'd at court,
And that will well confirm it.
Why, good fellow,
What shall I do the while? where bide? how live?
Or in my life what comfort, when I amCraig1916: 132
Dead to my husband?
If you'll back to the court,—
No court, no father; nor no more ado
With that harsh, noble, simple nothing Cloten!
That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me
As fearful as a siege.
If not at court,Craig1916: 137
Then not in Britain must you bide.
Where then?
Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night,Edition: current; Page: [1192]
Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volumeCraig1916: 140
Our Britain seems as of it, but not in 't;
In a great pool a swan's nest: prithee, think
There's livers out of Britain.
I am most glad
You think of other place. The ambassador,Craig1916: 144
Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
To-morrow; now, if you could wear a mind
Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise
That which, t' appear itself, must not yet beCraig1916: 148
But by self-danger, you should tread a course
Pretty, and full of view; yea, haply, near
The residence of Posthumus; so nigh at least
That though his actions were not visible, yetCraig1916: 152
Report should render him hourly to your ear
As truly as he moves.
O! for such means:
Though peril to my modesty, not death on 't,
I would adventure.
Well, then, here's the point:
You must forget to be a woman; changeCraig1916: 157
Command into obedience; fear and niceness—
The handmaids of all women, or more truly
Woman it pretty self—into a waggish courage;
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, andCraig1916: 161
As quarrelous as the weasel; nay, you must
Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Exposing it—but, O! the harder heart,Craig1916: 164
Alack! no remedy—to the greedy touch
Of common-kissing Titan, and forget
Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
You made great Juno angry.
Nay, be brief:Craig1916: 168
I see into thy end, and am almost
A man already.
First, make yourself but like one.
Forethinking this, I have already fit—
'Tis in my cloak-bag—doublet, hat, hose, allCraig1916: 172
That answer to them; would you in their serving,
And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
Present yourself, desire his service, tell himCraig1916: 176
Wherein you are happy,—which you'll make him know,
If that his head have ear in music,—doubtless
With joy he will embrace you, for he's honourable,
And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad,Craig1916: 180
You have me, rich; and I will never fail
Beginning nor supplyment.
Thou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away;
There's more to be consider'd, but we'll evenCraig1916: 184
All that good time will give us; this attempt
I'm soldier to, and will abide it with
A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.
Well, madam, we must take a short farewell,Craig1916: 188
Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of
Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
Here is a box, I had it from the queen,
What's in 't is precious; if you are sick at sea,Craig1916: 192
Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
Will drive away distemper. To some shade,
And fit you to your manhood. May the gods
Direct you to the best!
Amen. I thank thee
Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, Lords, and Attendants.
Thus far; and so farewell.
Thanks, royal sir.
My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence;
And am right sorry that I must report ye
My master's enemy.
Our subjects, sir,Craig1916: 4
Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself
To show less sovereignty than they, must needs
Appear unking-like.
So, sir: I desire of you
A conduct over land to Milford-Haven.Craig1916: 8
Madam, all joy befall your Grace.
And you!
My lords, you are appointed for that office;
The due of honour in no point omit.
So, farewell, noble Lucius.
Your hand, my lord.Craig1916: 12
Receive it friendly; but from this time forth
I wear it as your enemy.
Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well.
Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords,Craig1916: 16
Till he have cross'd the Severn. Happiness!
[Exeunt Lucius and Lords.
He goes hence frowning; but it honours us
That we have given him cause.
'Tis all the better;
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.Craig1916: 20
Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor
How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely
Our chariots and horsemen be in readiness;
The powers that he already hath in GalliaCraig1916: 24Edition: current; Page: [1193]
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves
His war for Britain.
'Tis not sleepy business;
But must be look'd to speedily and strongly.Craig1916: 27
Our expectation that it would be thus
Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen,
Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd
Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd
The duty of the day; she looks us likeCraig1916: 32
A thing more made of malice than of duty:
We have noted it. Call her before us, for
We have been too slight in sufferance.
[Exit an Attendant.
Royal sir.
Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'dCraig1916: 36
Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord,
'Tis time must do. Beseech your majesty,
Forbear sharp speeches to her; she's a lady
So tender of rebukes that words are strokes,Craig1916: 40
And strokes death to her.
Re-enter Attendant.
Where is she, sir? How
Can her contempt be answer'd?
Please you, sir,
Her chambers are all lock'd, and there's no answer
That will be given to the loudest noise we make.
My lord, when last I went to visit her,Craig1916: 45
She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close,
Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,
She should that duty leave unpaid to you,Craig1916: 48
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.
Her doors lock'd!
Not seen of late! Grant, heavens, that which I fearCraig1916: 52
Prove false!
Son, I say, follow the king.
That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant,
I have not seen these two days.
Go, look after.
[Exit Cloten.
Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!Craig1916: 56
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 sciz'd her,Craig1916: 60
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,Craig1916: 64
I have the placing of the British crown.
Re-enter Cloten.
How now, my son!
'Tis certain she is fled.
Go in and cheer the king; he rages, none
Dare come about him.
[Aside.] All the better; mayCraig1916: 68
This night forestall him of the coming day!
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 oneCraig1916: 72
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 judgmentCraig1916: 76
That what's else rare is chok'd, and in that point
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
To be reveng'd upon her. For, when foolsCraig1916: 79
Enter Pisanio.
Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah?
Come hither. Ah! you precious pandar. Villain,
Where is thy lady? In a word; or else
Thou art straightway with the fiends.
O! good my lord.
Where is thy lady? or, by JupiterCraig1916: 84
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 cannotCraig1916: 88
A dram of worth be drawn.
Alas! my lord,
How can she be with him? When was she miss'd?
He is in Rome.
Where is she, sir? Come nearer,
No further halting; satisfy me homeCraig1916: 92
What is become of her?
O! my all-worthy lord.
All-worthy villain!
Discover where thy mistress is at once.
At the next word; no more of 'worthy lord!'Craig1916: 96
Speak, or thy silence on the instant is
Thy condemnation and thy death.
Then, sir,
This paper is the history of my knowledge
Touching her flight.
[Presenting a letter.
Let's see 't. I will pursue herCraig1916: 100
Even to Augustus' throne.
[Aside.] Or this, or perish.
She's far enough; and what he learns by this
May prove his travel, not her danger.
[Aside.] I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen!Craig1916: 104
Safe mayst thou wander, safe return agen!
Sirrah, is this letter true?
Sir, as I think.Craig1916: 107
It is Posthumus' hand; I know 't. Sirrah, if thou wouldst 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 soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it directly and truly, I would think thee an honest man; thou shouldst neither want my means for thy relief nor my voice for thy preferment.Craig1916: 116
Well, my good lord.
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?
Sir, I will.Craig1916: 123
Give me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession?
I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.Craig1916: 129
The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go.
I shall, my lord.
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 despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.
Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes.
Be those the garments?Craig1916: 152
Ay, my noble lord.
How long is 't since she went to Milford-Haven?
She can scarce be there yet.Craig1916: 155
Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou wilt 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.
Thou bidd'st me to my loss; for true to thee
Were to prove false, which I will never be,Craig1916: 164
To him that is most true. To Milford go,
And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow,
You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed
Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed!
Enter Imogen, in boy's clothes.
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
But that my resolution helps me. Milford,Craig1916: 4
When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,
Thou wast within a ken. O Jove! I think
Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean,
Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told meCraig1916: 8
I could not miss my way; will poor folks lie,
That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis
A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder,
When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulnessCraig1916: 12
Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood
Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord!
Thou art one o' the false ones. Now I think on thee,
My hunger's gone, but even before I wasCraig1916: 16
At point to sink for food. But what is this?
Here is a path to 't; 'tis some savage hold;
I were best not call, I dare not call, yet famine,
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
Plenty and peace breeds cowards, hardness ever
Of hardiness is mother. Ho! Who's here?
If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage,
Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I'll enter.
Best draw my sword; and if mine enemyCraig1916: 25
But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on 't.
Such a foe, good heavens!
[Exit to the cave.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, andCraig1916: 28
Are master of the feast; Cadwal and I
Will play the cook and servant, 'tis our match;
The sweat of industry would dry and die
But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachsCraig1916: 32
Will make what's homely savoury; weariness
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard. Now, peace be here,
Poor house, that keep'st thyself!
I am throughly weary.Craig1916: 36
I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.
There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browse on that,
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
[Looking into the cave.] Stay; come not in;
But that it eats our victuals, I should thinkCraig1916: 40
Here were a fairy.
What's the matter, sir?
By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon! Behold divineness
No elder than a boy!Craig1916: 44
Re-enter Imogen.
Good masters, harm me not:
Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought
To have begg'd or bought what I have took. Good troth,
I have stol'n nought, nor would not, though I had foundCraig1916: 48
Gold strew'd i' the floor. Here's money for my meat;
I would have left it on the board so soon
As I had made my meal, and parted
With prayers for the provider.
Money, youth?Craig1916: 52
All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
As 'tis no better reckon'd but of those
Who worship dirty gods.
I see you're angry.
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I shouldCraig1916: 56
Have died had I not made it.
Whither bound?
To Milford-Haven.
What's your name?
Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman whoCraig1916: 60
Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford:
To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
I am fall'n in this offence.
Prithee, fair youth,
Think us no churis, nor measure our good mindsCraig1916: 64
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.
Boys, bid him welcome.
Were you a woman, youth,Craig1916: 68
I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty,
I bid for you, as I do buy.
I'll make 't my comfort
He is a man; I'll love him as my brother;
And such a welcome as I'd give to himCraig1916: 72
After a long absence, such is yours: most welcome!
Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
'Mongst friends,
If brothers. [Aside.] Would it had been so, that they
Had been my father's sons; then had my prizeCraig1916: 76
Been less, and so more equal ballasting
To thee, Posthumus.
He wrings at some distress.
Would I could free 't!
Or I, whate'er it be,
What pain it cost, what danger. Gods!
Hark, boys
Great men,Craig1916: 81
That had a court no bigger than this cave,
That did attend themselves and had the virtue
Which their own conscience seal'd them,—laying byCraig1916: 84
That nothing-gift of differing multitudes,—
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
I'd change my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus' false.
It shall be so.Craig1916: 88
Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in:
Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd,
We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak it.
Pray, draw near.Craig1916: 92
The night to the owl and morn to the lark less welcome.
Thanks, sir.
I pray, draw near.
Enter two Senators and Tribunes.
This is the tenour of the emperor's writ:Edition: current; Page: [1196]
That since the common men are now in action
'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians,
And that the legions now in Gallia areCraig1916: 4
Full weak to undertake our wars against
The fall'n-off Britons, that we do incite
The gentry to this business. He creates
Lucius pro-consul; and to you the tribunes,Craig1916: 8
For this immediate levy, he commends
His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar!
Is Lucius general of the forces?
Remaining now in Gallia?
With those legions
Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levyCraig1916: 13
Must be supplyant; the words of your commission
Will tie you to the numbers and the time
Of their dispatch.
We will discharge our duty.Craig1916: 16
Enter Cloten.
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 imperceiverant 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 dares not deceive me.
Enter, from the Cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen.
[To Imogen.] You are not well; remain here in the cave;
We'll come to you after hunting.
[To Imogen.] Brother, stay here;
Are we not brothers?
So man and man should be,
But clay and clay differs in dignity,Craig1916: 4
Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
Go you to hunting; I'll abide with him.
So sick I am not, yet I am not well;
But not so citizen a wanton asCraig1916: 8
To seem to die ere sick. So please you, leave me;
Stick to your journal course; the breach of custom
Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me
Cannot amend me; society is no comfortCraig1916: 12
To one not sociable. I am not very sick,
Since I can reason of it; pray you, trust me here,
I'll rob none but myself, and let me die,
Stealing so poorly.
I love thee; I have spoke it;
How much the quantity, the weight as much,Craig1916: 17
As I do love my father.
What! how! how!
If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault: I know not whyCraig1916: 20
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.'
[Aside.] O noble strain!Craig1916: 24
O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!
Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base:
Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.
I'm not their father; yet who this should be,Craig1916: 23
Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.
'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.
Brother, farewell.
I wish ye sport.
You health. So please you, sir.
[Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard!Craig1916: 32
Our courtiers say all's savage but at court:
Experience, O! thou disprov'st report.
The imperious seas breed monsters, for the dish
Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.Craig1916: 36Edition: current; Page: [1197]
I am sick still, heart-sick. Pisanio,
I'll now taste of thy drug.
[Swallows some.
I could not stir him;
He said he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.Craig1916: 40
Thus did he answer me; yet said hereafter
I might know more.
To the field, to the field!
[To Imogen.] We'll leave you for this time; go in and rest.
We'll not be long away.
Pray, be not sick,Craig1916: 44
For you must be our housewife.
Well or ill,
I am bound to you.
And shalt be ever.
[Exit Imogen.
This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath had
Good ancestors.
How angel-like he sings!Craig1916: 48
But his neat cookery! he cut our roots
In characters,
And sauc'd our broths as Juno had been sick
And he her dieter.
Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh, as if the sighCraig1916: 52
Was that it was, for not being such a smile;
The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly
From so divine a temple, to commix
With winds that sailors rail at.
I do noteCraig1916: 56
That grief and patience rooted in him, both
Mingle their spurs together.
Grow, patience!
And let the stinking-elder, grief, untwine
His perishing root with the increasing vine!Craig1916: 60
It is great morning. Come, away!—Who's there?
Enter Cloten.
I cannot find those runagates; that villain
Hath mock'd me. I am faint.
'Those runagates!'
Means he not us? I partly know him; 'tisCraig1916: 64
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!
He is but one. You and my brother searchCraig1916: 68
What companies are near; pray you, away;
Let me alone with him.
[Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus.
Soft! What are you
That fly me thus? some villain mountainers?
I have heard of such. What slave art thou?
A thing
More slavish did I ne'er than answeringCraig1916: 73
A 'slave' without a knock.
Thou art a robber,
A law-breaker, a villain. Yield thee, thief.
To who? to thee? What art thou? Have not ICraig1916: 76
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art,
Why I should yield to thee?
Thou villain base,Craig1916: 80
Know'st me not by my clothes?
No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee.
Thou precious varlet,
My tailor made them not.
Hence then, and thank
The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool;Craig1916: 85
I am loath to beat thee.
Thou injurious thief,
Hear but my name, and tremble.
What's thy name?
Cloten, thou villain.Craig1916: 88
Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name,
I cannot tremble at it; were it Toad, or Adder, Spider,
'Twould move me sooner.
To thy further fear,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt knowCraig1916: 92
I am son to the queen.
I'm sorry for 't, not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.
Art not afeard?
Those that I reverence those I fear, the wise;
At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Die the death:Craig1916: 96
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.
Re-enter Belarius and Arviragus.
No companies abroad.Craig1916: 101
None in the world. You did mistake him, sure.
I cannot tell; long is it since I saw him,
But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favourCraig1916: 104
Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,
And burst of speaking, were as his. I am absoluteEdition: current; Page: [1198]
'Twas very Cloten.
In this place we left them:
I wish my brother make good time with him,Craig1916: 108
You say he is so fell.
Being scarce made up,
I mean, to man, he had not apprehension
Of roaring terrors; for defect of judgment
Is oft the cease of fear. But see, thy brother.Craig1916: 112
Re-enter Guiderius, with Cloten's head.
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 borneCraig1916: 116
My head as I do his.
What hast thou done?
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,Craig1916: 121
Displace our heads where—thank the gods!—they grow,
And set them on Lud's town.
We are all undone.
Why, worthy father, what have we to lose,Craig1916: 124
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,Craig1916: 128
For we do fear the law? What company
Discover you abroad?
No single soul
Can we set eye on; but in all safe reason
He must have some attendants. Though his humourCraig1916: 132
Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that
From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not
Absolute madness could so far have rav'd
To bring him here alone. Although, perhaps,
It may be heard at court that such as weCraig1916: 137
Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time
May make some stronger head; the which he hearing,—
As it is like him,—might break out, and swear
He'd fetch us in; yet is 't not probableCraig1916: 141
To come alone, either he so undertaking,
Or they so suffering; then, on good ground we fear,
If we do fear this body hath a tailCraig1916: 144
More perilous than the head.
Let ordinance
Come as the gods foresay it; howsoe'er,
My brother hath done well.
I had no mind
To hunt this day; the boy Fidele's sicknessCraig1916: 148
Did make my way long forth.
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,Craig1916: 152
And tell the fishes he's the queen's son, Cloten:
That's all I reck.
I fear 'twill be reveng'd.
Would, Polydore, thou hadst not done 't! though valour
Becomes thee well enough.
Would I had done 'tCraig1916: 156
So the revenge alone pursu'd 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 throughCraig1916: 160
And put us to our answer.
Well, 'tis done.—
We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Where there's no profit. I prithee, to our rock;
You and Fidele play the cooks; I'll stayCraig1916: 164
Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him
To dinner presently.
Poor sick Fidele!
I'll willingly to him; to gain his colour
I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood,Craig1916: 168
And praise myself for charity.
O thou goddess!
Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st
In these two princely boys. They are as gentle
As zephyrs, blowing below the violet,Craig1916: 172
Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough,
Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind,
That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonder
That an invisible instinct should frame them
To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught,
Civility not seen from other, valour
That wildly grows in them, but yields a cropCraig1916: 180
As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange
What Cloten's being here to us portends,
Or what his death will bring us.
Re-enter Guiderius.
Where's my brother?
I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream,
In embassy to his mother; his body's hostage
For his return.
[Solemn music.
My ingenious instrument!
Hark! Polydore, it sounds; but what occasion
Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark!Craig1916: 188
Is he at home?
He went hence even now.
What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother
It did not speak before. All solemn things
Should answer solemn accidents. The matter?
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toysCraig1916: 193
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
Is Cadwal mad?
Re-enter Arviragus, with Imogen, as dead, bearing her in his arms.
Look! here he comes,
And brings the dire occasion in his armsCraig1916: 196
Of what we blame him for.
The bird is dead
That we have made so much on. I had rather
Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty,
To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch,
Than have seen this.
O, sweetest, fairest lily!Craig1916: 201
My brother wears thee not the one half so well
As when thou grew'st thyself.
O melancholy!
Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? findCraig1916: 204
The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare
Might easiliest harbour in? Thou blessed thing!
Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I,
Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy.Craig1916: 208
How found you him?
Stark, as you see:
Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber,
Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at; his right cheek
Reposing on a cushion.
O' the floor,Craig1916: 212
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.
Why, he but sleeps:
If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;Craig1916: 216
With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,
And worms will not come to thee.
With fairest flowers
While 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, norCraig1916: 221
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,Craig1916: 224
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,Craig1916: 228
To winter-ground thy corse.
Prithee, 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 whatCraig1916: 232
Is now due debt. To the grave!
Say, where shall 's lay him?
By good Euriphile, our mother.
Be 't so:
And let us, Polydore, though now our voices
Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground,Craig1916: 236
As once our mother; use like note and words,
Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.
I cannot sing; I'll weep, and word it with thee;Craig1916: 240
For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse
Than priests and fanes that lie.
We'll speak it then.
Great griefs, I see, medicine the less, for Cloten
Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys,Craig1916: 244
And though he came our enemy, remember
He was paid for that; though mean and mighty rotting
Together, have one dust, yet reverence—
That angel of the world—doth make distinctionCraig1916: 248
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.
Pray you, fetch him hither.
Thersites' body is as good as Ajax'Craig1916: 252
When neither are alive.
If you'll go fetch him,
We'll say our song the whilst. Brother, begin.
[Exit Belarius.
Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east;
My father hath a reason for 't.
'Tis true.Craig1916: 256
Come on then, and remove him.
So, begin.
Re-enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten.
We have done our obsequies. Come, lay him down.
Here's a few flowers, but 'bout mid-night, more;
The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the nightCraig1916: 284
Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces
You were as flowers, now wither'd; even so
These herblets shall, which we upon you strew.
Come on, away; apart upon our knees.Craig1916: 288
The ground that gave them first has them again;
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.
[Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
[Awaking.] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way?
I thank you. By yond bush? Pray, how far thither?Craig1916: 292
'Ods pittikins! can it be six mile yet?
I have gone all night: Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.
[Seeing the body of Cloten.] But, soft! no bed-fellow! O gods and goddesses!
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;
This bloody man, the care on 't. I hope I dream;Craig1916: 297
For so I thought I was a cave-keeper,
And cook to honest creatures; but 'tis not so,
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,Craig1916: 300
Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes
Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,
I tremble still with fear; but if there be
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pityCraig1916: 304
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
The dream's here still; even when I wake, it is
Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt.
A headless man! The garments of Posthumus!
I know the shape of 's leg, this is his hand,Craig1916: 309
His foot Mercurial, his Martial thigh,
The brawns of Hercules, but his Jovial face—
Murder in heaven? How! 'Tis gone. Pisanio,
All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,Craig1916: 313
And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
Conspir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten,
Hast here cut off my lord. To write and read
Be henceforth treacherous! Damn'd PisanioCraig1916: 317
Hath with his forged letters, damn'd Pisanio,
From this most bravest vessel of the world
Struck the main-top! O Posthumus! alas!Craig1916: 320
Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me! where's that?
Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart,
And left this head on. How should this be? Pisanio?
'Tis he and Cloten; malice and lucre in them
Have laid this woe here. O! 'tis pregnant, pregnant!Craig1916: 325
The drug he gave me, which he said was precious
And cordial to me, have I not found it
Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home;Craig1916: 328
This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
That we the horrider may seem to those
Which chance to find us. O! my lord, my lord.
[Falls on the body.
Enter Lucius, a Captain, other Officers, and a Soothsayer.
To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia,Craig1916: 333
After your will, have cross'd the sea, attending
You here at Milford-Haven with your ships:
They are in readiness.
But what from Rome?Craig1916: 336
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,Craig1916: 340
Sienna's brother.
When expect you them?
With the next benefit o' the wind.
This forwardness
Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers
Be muster'd; bid the captains look to 't. Now, sir,Craig1916: 344
What have you dream'd of late of this war's purpose?
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'dCraig1916: 348
From the spongy south to this part of the west,
There vanish'd in the sunbeams; which portends,Edition: current; Page: [1201]
Unless my sins abuse my divination,
Success to the Roman host.
Dream often so,Craig1916: 352
And never false. 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,
For nature doth abhor to make his bedCraig1916: 357
With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.
Let's see the boy's face.
He's alive, my lord.
He'll, then, instruct us of this body. Young one,Craig1916: 360
Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems
They crave to be demanded. Who is this
Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he
That, otherwise than noble nature did,Craig1916: 364
Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest
In this sad wrack? How came it? Who is it?
What art thou?
I am nothing; or if not,
Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
A very valiant Briton and a good,Craig1916: 369
That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas!
There are no more such masters; I may wander
From east to occident, cry out for service,Craig1916: 372
Try many, all good, serve truly, never
Find such another master.
'Lack, good youth!
Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining than
Thy master in bleeding. Say his name, good friend.Craig1916: 376
Richard du Champ.—[Aside.] If I do lie and do
No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope
They'll pardon it.—Say you, sir?
Thy name?
Fidele, sir.
Thou dost approve thyself the very same;Craig1916: 380
Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name.
Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say
Thou shalt be so well master'd, but be sure
No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters,
Sent by a consul to me, should not soonerCraig1916: 385
Than thine own worth prefer thee. Go with me.
I'll follow, sir. But first, an 't please the gods,
I'll hide my master from the flies, as deepCraig1916: 388
As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when
With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' strew'd his grave,
And on it said a century of prayers,
Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh;Craig1916: 392
And, leaving so his service, follow you,
So please you entertain me.
Ay, good youth,
And rather father thee than master thee.
My friends,Craig1916: 396
The boy hath taught us manly duties; let us
Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can,
And make him with our pikes and partisans
A grave; come, arm him. Boy, he is preferr'd
By thee to us, and he shall be interr'dCraig1916: 401
As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes:
Some falls are means the happier to arise.
Enter Cymbeline, Lords, Pisanio, and Attendants.
Again; and bring me word how 'tis with her.
[Exit an Attendant.
A fever with the absence of her son,
A madness, of which her life's in danger. Heavens!
How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
So needful for this present: it strikes me, pastCraig1916: 8
The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure and
Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.
Sir, my life is yours,Craig1916: 12
I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness,
Hold me your loyal servant.
Good my liege,Craig1916: 16
The day that she was missing he was here;
I dare be bound he's true and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,Craig1916: 20
And will, no doubt, be found.
The time is troublesome.
[To Pisanio.] We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy
Does yet depend.
So please-your majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,Craig1916: 24
Are landed on your coast, with a supply
Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.
Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
I am amaz'd with matter.
Good my liege,Craig1916: 28
Your preparation can affront no less
Than what you hear of; come more, for more you're ready:
The want is, but to put those powers in motion
That long to move.
I thank you. Let's withdraw;Craig1916: 32
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 all but Pisanio.
I heard no letter from my master since
I wrote him Imogen was slain; 'tis strange;Craig1916: 37
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
To yield me often tidings; neither know I
What is betid to Cloten; but remainCraig1916: 40
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;Craig1916: 45
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
The noise is round about us.
Let us from it.
What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it
From action and adventure?
Nay, what hope
Have we in hiding us? this way, the RomansCraig1916: 4
Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us
For barbarous and unnatural revolts
During their use, and slay us after.
We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us.
To the king's party there's no going; newnessCraig1916: 9
Of Cloten's death,—we being not known, not muster'd
Among the bands,—may drive us to a render
Where we have liv'd, and so extort from 's that
Which we have done, whose answer would be deathCraig1916: 13
Drawn on with torture.
This is, sir, a doubt
In such a time nothing becoming you,
Nor satisfying us.
It is not likelyCraig1916: 16
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.
O! I am knownCraig1916: 21
Of many in the army; many years,
Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him
From my remembrance. And, besides, the king
Hath not deserv'd my service nor your lovesCraig1916: 25
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless
To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd,Craig1916: 28
But to be still hot summer's tanlings and
The shrinking slaves of winter.
Than be so
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:
I and my brother are not known; yourself,Craig1916: 32
So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
Cannot be question'd.
By this sun that shines,
I'll thither: what thing is it that I never
Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on bloodCraig1916: 36
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison!
Never bestrid a horse, save one that had
A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
Nor iron on his heel! I am asham'dCraig1916: 40
To look upon the holy sun, to have
The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining
So long a poor unknown.
By heavens! I'll go:
If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,Craig1916: 44
I'll take the better care; but if you will not,
The hazard therefore due fall on me by
The hands of Romans.
So say I; amen.
No reason I, since of your lives you set
So slight a valuation, should reserveCraig1916: 49
My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys!
If in your country wars you chance to die,
That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie:Craig1916: 52
Lead, lead.—[Aside.] The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn,
Till it fly out and show them princes born.
Enter Posthumus, with a bloody handkerchief.
Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd
Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones,
If each of you should take this course, how manyEdition: current; Page: [1203]
Must murder wives much better than themselvesCraig1916: 4
For wrying but a little! O Pisanio!
Every good servant does not all commands;
No bond but to do just ones. Gods! if you
Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I neverCraig1916: 8
Had liv'd to put on this; so had you sav'd
The noble Imogen to repent, and struck
Me, wretch more worth your vengeance. But, alack!
You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love,Craig1916: 12
To have them fall no more; you some permit
To second ills with ills, each elder worse,
And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift.
But Imogen is your own; do your best wills,Craig1916: 16
And make me bless'd to obey. I am brought hither
Among the Italian gentry, and to fight
Against my lady's kingdom; 'tis enough
That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress-piece!Craig1916: 20
I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore good heavens,
Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me
Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself
As does a Briton peasant; so I'll fightCraig1916: 24
Against the part I come with, so I'll die
For thee, O Imogen! even for whom my life
Is, every breath, a death: and thus, unknown,
Pitied nor hated, to the face of perilCraig1916: 28
Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know
More valour in me than my habits show.
Gods! put the strength o' the Leonati in me.
To shame the guise o' the world, I will beginCraig1916: 32
The fashion, less without and more within.
Enter, from one door, Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman Army; the British at another; Leonatus Posthumus following like a poor soldier. They march over and go out. Alarums. Then enter again in skirmish, Iachimo and Posthumus; he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachimo, and then leaves him.
The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady,
The princess of this country, and the air on 't
Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,Craig1916: 4
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 beforeCraig1916: 8
This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.
The battle continues; the Britons fly; Cymbeline is taken; then enter, to his rescue, Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground.
The lane is guarded; nothing routs us butCraig1916: 12
The villany of our fears.
Stand, stand, and fight!
Stand, stand, and fight!
Re-enter Posthumus, and seconds the Britons; they rescue Cymbeline, and exeunt. Then, re-enter Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen.
Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself;
For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such
As war were hoodwink'd.
'Tis their fresh supplies.Craig1916: 16
It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes
Let's re-inforce, or fly.
Enter Posthumus and a British Lord.
Cam'st thou from where they made the stand?
I did:
Though you, it seems, come from the fliers.
I did.
No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost,
But that the heavens fought. The king himselfCraig1916: 4
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 workCraig1916: 8
More plentiful than tools to do 't, struck down
Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling
Merely through fear; that the strait pass was damm'd
With dead men hurt behind, and cowards living
To die with lengthen'd shame.
Where was this lane?Craig1916: 13
Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf;
Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,
An honest one, I warrant; who deserv'dCraig1916: 16
So long a breeding as his white beard came to,
In doing this for his country; athwart the lane,
He, with two striplings,—lads more like to runEdition: current; Page: [1204]
The country base than to commit such slaughter,—Craig1916: 20
With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer
Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame,
Made good the passage; cried to those that fled,
'Our Britain's harts die flying, not our men:Craig1916: 24
To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. Stand!
Or we are Romans, and will give you that
Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save,
But to look back in frown: stand, stand!' These three,Craig1916: 28
Three thousand confident, in act as many,—
For three performers are the file when all
The rest do nothing,—with this word, 'Stand, stand!'
Accommodated by the place, more charmingCraig1916: 32
With their own nobleness,—which could have turn'd
A distaff to a lance,—gilded pale looks,
Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some, turn'd coward
But by example,—O! a sin of war,Craig1916: 36
Damn'd in the first beginners,—'gan to look
The way that they did, and to grin like lions
Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began
A stop i' the chaser, a retire, anon,Craig1916: 40
A rout, confusion thick; forthwith they fly
Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves,
The strides they victors made. And now our cowards—
Like fragments in hard voyages—becameCraig1916: 44
The life o' the need; having found the back door open
Of the unguarded hearts, Heavens! how they wound;
Some slain before; some dying; some their friends
O'er-borne i' the former wave; ten, chas'd by one,Craig1916: 48
Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty;
Those that would die or ere resist are grown
The mortal bugs o' the field.
This was strange chance:
A narrow lane, an old man, and two boys!Craig1916: 52
Nay, do not wonder at it; you are made
Rather to wonder at the things you hear
Than to work any. Will you rime upon 't,
And vent it for a mockery? Here is one:Craig1916: 56
'Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane,
Preserv'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane.'
Nay, be not angry, sir.
'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,Craig1916: 61
I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too.
You have put me into rime.
Farewell; you're angry.
Still going?—This is a lord! O noble misery!Craig1916: 64
To be i' the field, and ask, 'what news?' of me!
To-day how many would have given their honours
To have sav'd their carcases! took heel to do 't,
And yet died too! I, in mine own woe charm'd,
Could not find death where I did hear him groan,Craig1916: 69
Nor feel him where he struck: being an ugly monster,
'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,
Sweet words; or hath more ministers than weCraig1916: 72
That draw his knives i' the war. Well, I will find him;
For being now a favourer to the Briton,
No more a Briton, I have resum'd again
The part I came in; fight I will no more,Craig1916: 76
But yield me to the veriest hind that shall
Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is
Here made by the Roman; great the answer be
Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death;Craig1916: 80
On either side I come to spend my breath,
Which neither here I'll keep nor bear agen,
But end it by some means for Imogen.
Enter two British Captains, and Soldiers.
Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is taken.Craig1916: 84
'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels.
There was a fourth man, in a silly habit,
That gave th' affront with them.
So 'tis reported;
But none of 'em can be found. Stand! who is there?Craig1916: 88
A Roman,
Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds
Had answer'd him.
Lay hands on him; a dog!
A lag of Rome shall not return to tellCraig1916: 92
What crows have peck'd them here. He brags his service
As if he were of note: bring him to the king.
Enter Cymbeline, attended: Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pisanio, and Roman Captives. The Captains present Posthumus to Cymbeline, who delivers him over to a Gaoler; then exeunt omnes.
Enter Posthumus and two Gaolers.
You shall not now be stol'n, you have locks upon you:
So graze as you find pasture.
Ay, or a stomach.
[Exeunt Gaolers.
Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a way,
I think, to liberty. Yet am I betterCraig1916: 4
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'dCraig1916: 8
More than my shanks and wrists: you good gods, give me
The penitent instrument to pick that bolt;
Then, free for ever! Is 't enough I am sorry?
So children temporal fathers do appease;Craig1916: 12
Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent?
I cannot do it better than in gyves,
Desir'd more than constrain'd; to satisfy,
If of my freedom 'tis the main part, takeCraig1916: 16
No stricter render of me than my all.
I know you are more clement than vile men,
Who of their broken debtors take a third,
A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive againCraig1916: 20
On their abatement: that's not my desire;
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;Craig1916: 24
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. O Imogen!Craig1916: 28
I'll speak to thee in silence.
Solemn music. Enter as in 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 music before them. Then, after other music, follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Posthumus, with wounds, as they died in the wars. They circle Posthumus round, as he lies sleeping.
Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an eagle: he throws a thunderbolt. The Ghosts fall on their knees.
No more, you petty spirits of region low, Offend our hearing; hush! How dare you ghosts
Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know,
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts?Craig1916: 96
Poor shadows of Elysium, hence; and rest
Upon your never-withering banks of flowers:
Be not with mortal accidents opprest;
No care of yours it is; you know 'tis ours.Craig1916: 100
Whom best I love I cross; to make my gift,
The more delay'd, delighted. Be content;
Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift:
His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.
Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and inCraig1916: 105
Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade!
He shall be lord of Lady Imogen,
And happier much by his affliction made.Craig1916: 108
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.Craig1916: 112
Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline.
He came in thunder; his celestial breath
Was sulphurous to smell; the holy eagle
Stoop'd, as to foot us; his ascension isCraig1916: 116
More sweet than our bless'd fields; his royal bird
Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak,
As when his god is pleas'd.
Thanks, Jupiter!
The marble pavement closes; he is enter'dCraig1916: 120
His radiant roof. Away! and, to be blest,
Let us with care perform his great behest.
[The Ghosts vanish.
[Awaking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot
A father to me; and thou hast createdCraig1916: 124
A mother and two brothers. But—O scorn!—
Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born:
And so I am awake. Poor wretches, that depend
On greatness' favour dream as I have done;Craig1916: 128
Wake, and find nothing. But, alas! I swerve:
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep'd in favours; so am I,
That have this golden chance and know not why.Craig1916: 132
What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O rare one!
Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment
Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects
So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers,Craig1916: 136
As good as promise.
Whenas 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 cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow, then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.
'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen
Tongue and brain not; either both or nothing;
Or senseless speaking, or a speaking suchCraig1916: 148
As sense cannot untie. Be what it is,
The action of my life is like it, which
I'll keep, if but for sympathy.
Re-enter Gaolers.
Come, sir, are you ready for death?Craig1916: 153
Over-roasted rather; ready long ago.
Hanging is the word, sir: if you be ready for that, you are well cooked.
So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot.Craig1916: 158
A heavy reckoning for you, sir; but the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern-bills, which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth. You come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink, sorry that you have paid too much; and sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain both empty; the brain the heavier for being too light, the purse too light, being drawn of heaviness of this contradiction you shall now be quit. O! the charity of a penny cord; it sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge. Your neck, sir, is pen, book and counters; so the acquittance follows.Craig1916: 174
I am merrier to die than thou art to live.
Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.Craig1916: 181
Yes, indeed do I, fellow.
Your death has eyes in 's head, then; I have not seen him so pictured: you Edition: current; Page: [1207] must either be directed by some that take upon them to know, or take upon yourself that which I am sure you do not know, or jump the after inquiry on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll never return to tell one.Craig1916: 190
I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going but such as wink and will not use them.
What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes to see the way of blindness! I am sure hanging's the way of winking.Craig1916: 197
Enter a Messenger.
Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king.
Thou bring'st good news; I am called to be made free.Craig1916: 201
I'll be hang'd, then.
Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead.Craig1916: 204
[Exeunt all but first Gaoler.
Unless a man would marry a gallows and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman; and there be some of them too, that die against their wills; so should I, if I were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good; O! there were desolation of gaolers and gallowses. I speak against my present profit, but my wish hath a preferment in 't.
Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pisanio, Lords, Officers, and Attendants.
Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made
Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart
That the poor soldier that so richly fought,
Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked breastCraig1916: 4
Stepp'd before targes of proof, cannot be found:
He shall be happy that can find him, if
Our grace can make him so.
I never saw
Such noble fury in so poor a thing;Craig1916: 8
Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought
But beggary and poor looks.
No tidings of him?
He hath been search'd among the dead and living,
But no trace of him.
To my grief, I amCraig1916: 12
The heir of his reward; which I will add
[To Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain,
By whom, I grant, she lives. 'Tis now the time
To ask of whence you are: report it.
Sir,Craig1916: 16
In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen:
Further to boast were neither true nor modest,
Unless I add, we are honest.
Bow your knees.
Arise, my knights o' the battle: I create youCraig1916: 20
Companions to our person, and will fit you
With dignities becoming your estates.
Enter Cornelius and Ladies.
There's business in these faces. Why so sadly
Greet you our victory? you look like Romans,Craig1916: 24
And not o' the court of Britain.
Hail, great king!
To sour your happiness, I must report
The queen is dead.
Whom worse than a physician
Would this report become? But I consider,Craig1916: 28
By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death
Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
With horror, madly dying, like her life;
Which, being cruel to the world, concludedCraig1916: 32
Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd
I will report, so please you: these her women
Can trip me if I err; who with wet cheeks
Were present when she finish'd.
Prithee, say.Craig1916: 36
First, she confess'd she never lov'd you, only
Affected greatness got by you, not you;
Married your royalty, was wife to your place;
Abhorr'd your person.
She alone knew this;Craig1916: 40
And, but she spoke it dying, I would not
Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.
Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love
With such integrity, she did confessCraig1916: 44
Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life,
But that her flight prevented it, she had
Ta'en off by poison.
O most delicate fiend!
Who is't can read a woman? Is there more?Craig1916: 48
More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had
For you a mortal mineral; which, being took,
Should by the minute feed on life, and ling'ring,
By inches waste you; in which time she purpos'd,Craig1916: 52
By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to
O'ercome you with her show; yea, and in time—Edition: current; Page: [1208]
When she had fitted you with her craft—to work
Her son into the adoption of the crown;Craig1916: 56
But failing of her end by his strange absence,
Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite
Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented
The evils she hatch'd were not effected: so,Craig1916: 60
Despairing died.
Heard you all this, her women?
We did, so please your highness.
Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,Craig1916: 64
That thought her like her seeming: it had been vicious
To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter!
That it was folly in me, thou mayst say,
And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all!
Enter Lucius, Iachimo, the Soothsayer, and other Roman Prisoners, guarded: Posthumus behind, and Imogen.
Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; thatCraig1916: 69
The Britons have raz'd out, though with the loss
Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit
That their good souls may be appeas'd with slaughterCraig1916: 72
Of you their captives, which ourself have granted:
So, think of your estate.
Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day
Was yours by accident; had it gone with us,Craig1916: 76
We should not, when the blood was cool, have threaten'd
Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods
Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives
May be call'd ransom, let it come; sufficeth,Craig1916: 80
A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer;
Augustus lives to think on 't; and so much
For my peculiar care. This one thing only
I will entreat; my boy, a Briton born,Craig1916: 84
Let him be ransom'd; never master had
A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,
So tender over his occasions, true,
So feat, so nurse-like. Let his virtue joinCraig1916: 88
With my request, which I'll make bold your highness
Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm,
Though he have serv'd a Roman. Save him, sir,
And spare no blood beside.Craig1916: 92
I have surely seen him;
His favour is familiar to me. Boy,
Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace,
And art mine own. I know not why nor wherefore,Craig1916: 96
To say, 'live, boy:' ne'er thank thy master; live:
And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt,
Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it;
Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,Craig1916: 100
The noblest ta'en.
I humbly thank your highness.
I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad;
And yet I know thou wilt.
No, no; alack!
There's other work in hand. I see a thingCraig1916: 104
Bitter to me as death; your life, good master,
Must shuffle for itself.
The boy disdains me,
He leaves me, scorns me; briefly die their joys
That place them on the truth of girls and boys.
Why stands he so perplex'd?
What wouldst thou, boy?Craig1916: 109
I love thee more and more; think more and more
What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on? speak;
Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend?
He is a Roman; no more kin to meCraig1916: 113
Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal,
Am something nearer.
Wherefore ey'st him so?
I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please
To give me hearing.
Ay, with all my heart,Craig1916: 117
And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
Fidele, sir.
Thou'rt my good youth, my page;
I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely.
[Cymbeline and Imogen converse apart.
Is not this boy reviv'd from death?
One sand anotherCraig1916: 121
Not more resembles;—that sweet rosy lad
Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?
The same dead thing alive.Craig1916: 124
Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear;
Creatures may be alike; were 't he, I am sure
He would have spoke to us.
But we saw him dead.
Be silent; let's see further.
[Aside.] It is my mistress:Craig1916: 128
Since she is living, let the time run on
To good, or bad.
[Cymbeline and Imogen come forward.
Come, stand thou by our side:
Make thy demand aloud.—[To Iachimo.] Sir, step you forth;
Give answer to this boy, and do it freely,Craig1916: 132Edition: current; Page: [1209]
Or, by our greatness and the grace of it,
Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to him.
My boon is, that this gentleman may renderCraig1916: 136
Of whom he had this ring.
[Aside.] What's that to him?
That diamond upon your finger, say
How came it yours?
Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken thatCraig1916: 140
Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
How! me?
I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that
Which torments me to conceal. By villany
I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel,Craig1916: 144
Whom thou didst banish, and—which more may grieve thee,
As it doth me—a nobler sir ne'er liv'd
'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord?
All that belongs to this.
That paragon, thy daughter,—
For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spiritsCraig1916: 149
Quail to remember,—Give me leave; I faint.
My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength;
I had rather thou shouldst live while nature willCraig1916: 152
Than die ere I hear more. Strive, man, and speak.
Upon a time,—unhappy was the clock
That struck the hour!—it was in Rome,—accurs'd
The mansion where!—'twas at a feast—O, wouldCraig1916: 156
Our viands had been poison'd, or at least
Those which I heav'd to head!—the good Posthumus,—
What should I say? he was too good to be
Where ill men were; and was the best of allCraig1916: 160
Amongst the rar'st of good ones;—sitting sadly
Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast
Of him that best could speak; for feature lamingCraig1916: 164
The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva,
Postures beyond brief nature; for condition,
A shop of all the qualities that man
Loves woman for; besides that hook of wiving,
Fairness which strikes the eye.
I stand on fire.Craig1916: 169
Come to the matter.
All too soon I shall,
Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Posthumus—
Most like a noble lord in love, and oneCraig1916: 172
That had a royal lover—took his hint;
And, not dispraising whom we prais'd,—therein
He was as calm as virtue,—he began
His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made,Craig1916: 176
And then a mind put in 't, either our brags
Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description
Prov'd us unspeaking sots.
Nay, nay, to the purpose.
Your daughter's chastity, there it begins.Craig1916: 180
He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams,
And she alone were cold; whereat I, wretch,
Made scruple of his praise, and wager'd with him
Pieces of gold 'gainst this, which then he wore
Upon his honour'd finger, to attainCraig1916: 185
In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring
By hers and mine adultery. He, true knight,
No lesser of her honour confidentCraig1916: 188
Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring;
And would so, had it been a carbuncle
Of Phœbus' wheel; and might so safely, had it
Been all the worth of 's car. Away to Britain
Post I in this design. Well may you, sir,Craig1916: 193
Remember me at court, where I was taught
Of your chaste daughter the wide difference
'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'dCraig1916: 196
Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain
'Gan in your duller Britain operate
Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent;
And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd,Craig1916: 200
That I return'd with simular proof enough
To make the noble Leonatus mad,
By wounding his belief in her renown
With tokens thus, and thus; averring notesCraig1916: 204
Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet;—
Oh cunning! how I got it!—nay, some marks
Of secret on her person, that he could not
But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd,Craig1916: 208
I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon,—
Methinks I see him now,—
[Coming forward.] Ay, so thou dost,
Italian fiend!—Ay me, most credulous fool,
Egregious murderer, thief, any thingCraig1916: 212
That's due to all the villains past, in being,
To come. O! give me cord, or knife, or poison,
Some upright justicer. Thou king, send out
For torturers ingenious; it is ICraig1916: 216
That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend
By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,Edition: current; Page: [1210]
That kill'd thy daughter; villain-like, I lie;
That caus'd a lesser villain than myself,Craig1916: 220
A sacrilegious thief, to do 't; the temple
Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.
Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
The dogs o' the street to bay me; every villain
Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus; andCraig1916: 225
Be villany less than 'twas! O Imogen!
My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen!
Peace, my lord! hear, hear!
Shall 's have a play of this? Thou scornful page,Craig1916: 229
There lie thy part.
[Striking her: she falls.
O, gentlemen, help!
Mine, and your mistress! O! my Lord Posthumus,
You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now. Help, help!
Mine honour'd lady!
Does the world go round?Craig1916: 233
How come these staggers on me?
Wake, my mistress!
If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
To death with mortal joy.
How fares my mistress?Craig1916: 236
O! get thee from my sight:
Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence!
Breathe not where princes are.
The tune of Imogen!
Lady,Craig1916: 240
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
That box I gave you was not thought by me
A precious thing: I had it from the queen.
New matter still?
It poison'd me.
O gods!Craig1916: 244
I left out one thing which the queen confess'd,
Which must approve thee honest: 'If Pisanio
Have,' said she, 'given his mistress that confection
Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv'dCraig1916: 248
As I would serve a rat.'
What's this, Cornelius?
The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me
To temper poisons for her, still pretending
The satisfaction of her knowledge onlyCraig1916: 252
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs,
Of no esteem; I, dreading that her purpose
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease
The present power of life, but in short timeCraig1916: 257
All offices of nature should again
Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it?
Most like I did, for I was dead.
My boys,Craig1916: 260
There was our error.
This is, sure, Fidele.
Why did you throw your wedded lady from you?
Think that you are upon a rock; and now
Throw me again.
[Embracing him.
Hang there like fruit, my soul,
Till the tree die!
How now, my flesh, my child!
What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act?
Wilt thou not speak to me?
[Kneeling.] Your blessing, sir.
[To Guiderius and Arviragus.] Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not;
You had a motive for 't.
My tears that fallCraig1916: 269
Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
Thy mother's dead.
I am sorry for 't, my lord.
O, she was naught; and long of her it wasCraig1916: 272
That we meet here so strangely; but her son
Is gone, we know not how, nor where.
My lord,
Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten,
Upon my lady's missing, came to meCraig1916: 276
With his sword drawn, foam'd at the mouth, and swore
If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
It was my instant death. By accident,
I had a feigned letter of my master'sCraig1916: 280
Then in my pocket, which directed him
To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments,
Which he enforc'd from me, away he postsCraig1916: 284
With unchaste purpose and with oath to violate
My lady's honour; what became of him
I further know not.
Let me end the story:
I slew him there.
Marry, the gods forfend!Craig1916: 288
I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Pluck a hard sentence: Prithee, valiant youth,
Deny 't again.
I have spoke it, and I did it.
He was a prince.Craig1916: 292
A most incivil one. The wrongs he did me
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
With language that would make me spurn the sea
If it could so roar to me. I cut off 's head;Craig1916: 296
And am right glad he is not standing here
To tell this tale of mine.
I am sorry for thee:Edition: current; Page: [1211]
By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must
Endure our law. Thou'rt dead.
That headless manCraig1916: 300
I thought had been my lord.
Bind the offender,
And take him from our presence.
Stay, sir king:
This man is better than the man he slew,
As well descended as thyself; and hathCraig1916: 304
More of thee merited than a band of Clotens
Had ever scar for. [To the Guard.] Let his arms alone;
They were not born for bondage.
Why, old soldier,
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
By tasting of our wrath? How of descentCraig1916: 309
As good as we?
In that he spake too far.
And thou shalt die for 't.
We will die all three:
But I will prove that two on 's are as goodCraig1916: 312
As I have given out him. My sons, I must
For mine own part unfold a dangerous speech,
Though, haply, well for you.
Your danger's ours.
And our good his.
Have at it, then, by leave.Craig1916: 316
Thou hadst, great king, a subject who was call'd
What of him? he is
A banish'd traitor.
He it is that hath
Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man;Craig1916: 320
I know not how a traitor.
Take him hence:
The whole world shall not save him.
Not too hot:
First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;
And let it be confiscate all so soonCraig1916: 324
As I have receiv'd it.
Nursing of my sons!
I am too blunt and saucy; here's my knee:
Ere I arise I will prefer my sons;
Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir,Craig1916: 328
These two young gentlemen, that call me father,
And think they are my sons, are none of mine;
They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
And blood of your begetting.
How! my issue!Craig1916: 332
So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan,
Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd:
Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment
Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'dCraig1916: 336
Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes—
For such and so they are—these twenty years
Have I train'd up; those arts they have as I
Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as
Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,
Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to 't,
Having receiv'd the punishment before,Craig1916: 344
For that which I did then; beaten for loyalty
Excited me to treason. Their dear loss,
The more of you 'twas felt the more it shap'd
Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir,Craig1916: 348
Here are your sons again; and I must lose
Two of the sweet'st companions in the world.
The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthyCraig1916: 352
To inlay heaven with stars.
Thou weep'st, and speak'st.
The service that you three have done is more
Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost my children:
If these be they, I know not how to wishCraig1916: 356
A pair of worthier sons.
Be pleas'd awhile.
This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius;
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,Craig1916: 360
Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand
Of his queen mother, which, for more probation,
I can with ease produce.
Guiderius hadCraig1916: 364
Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
It was a mark of wonder.
This is he,
Who hath upon him still that natural stamp.
It was wise nature's end in the donation,Craig1916: 368
To be his evidence now.
O! what, am I
A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother
Rejoic'd deliverance more. Blest pray you be,
That, after this strange starting from your orbs,
You may reign in them now. O Imogen!Craig1916: 373
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
No, my lord;
I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers!
Have we thus met? O, never say hereafterCraig1916: 376
But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother,
When I was but your sister; I you brothers
When ye were so indeed.
Did you e'er meet?
Ay, my good lord.
And at first meeting lov'd;Craig1916: 380Edition: current; Page: [1212]
Continu'd so, until we thought he died.
By the queen's dram she swallow'd.
O rare instinct!
When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgment
Hath to it circumstantial branches, whichCraig1916: 384
Distinction should be rich in. Where? how liv'd you?
And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
How parted with your brothers? how first met them?
Why fied you from the court, and whither? These,Craig1916: 388
And your three motives to the battle, with
I know not how much more, should be demanded,
And all the other by-dependances,
From chance to chance, but nor the time nor placeCraig1916: 392
Will serve our long inter'gatories. See,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen,
And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
On him, her brothers, me, her master, hitting
Each object with a joy: the counterchangeCraig1916: 397
Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,
And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.
[To Belarius.] Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever.Craig1916: 400
You are my father too; and did relieve me,
To see this gracious season.
All o'erjoy'd
Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too,
For they shall taste our comfort.
My good master,Craig1916: 404
I will yet do you service.
Happy be you!
The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought
He would have well becom'd this place and grac'd
The thankings of a king.
I am, sir,Craig1916: 408
The soldier that did company these three
In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for
The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he,
Speak, Iachimo; I had you down and mightCraig1916: 412
Have made you finish.
[Kneeling.] I am down again;
But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,
As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe, but your ring first,Craig1916: 416
And here the bracelet of the truest princess
That ever swore her faith.
Kneel not to me:
The power that I have on you is to spare you;
The malice towards you to forgive you. Live,
And deal with others better.
Nobly doom'd:Craig1916: 421
We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law;
Pardon's the word to all.
You holp us, sir,
As you did mean indeed to be our brother;Craig1916: 424
Joy'd are we that you are.
Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome,
Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd,Craig1916: 428
Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows
Of mine own kindred: when I wak'd, I found
This label on my bosom; whose containing
Is so from sense in hardness that I canCraig1916: 432
Make no collection of it; let him show
His skill in the construction.
Here, my good lord.
Read, and declare the meaning
Whenas 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 cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow: then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;Craig1916: 444
The fit and apt construction of thy name,
Being Leo-natus, doth import so much.
[To Cymbeline.] The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aerCraig1916: 448
We term it mulier; which mulier, I divine,
Is this most constant wife; who, even now,
Answering the letter of the oracle,
Unknown to you, [To Posthumus.] unsought, were clipp'd aboutCraig1916: 452
With this most tender air.
This hath some seeming.
The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
Personates thee, and thy lopp'd branches point
Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stolen,Craig1916: 456
For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd
To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue
Promises Britain peace and plenty.
My peace we will begin. And, Caius Lucius,Craig1916: 460
Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar,
And to the Roman empire; promising
To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;Craig1916: 464Edition: current; Page: [1213]
Whom heavens—in justice both on her and hers—
Have laid most heavy hand.
The fingers of the powers above do tune
The harmony of this peace. The visionCraig1916: 468
Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
Is full accomplish'd; for the Roman eagle,
From south to west on wing soaring aloft,Craig1916: 472
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun
So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle,
The imperial Cæsar, should again unite
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,Craig1916: 476
Which shines here in the west.
Laud we the gods;
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our bless'd altars. Publish we this peace
To all our subjects. Set we forward: letCraig1916: 480
A Roman and a British ensign wave
Friendly together; so through Lud's town march:
And in the temple of great Jupiter
Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.Craig1916: 484
Set on there. Never was a war did cease,
Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.