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Whose roof's as low as ours ! Stoop, boys ; This was not far off.—Then was I as a trce, (night, gate

Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and A storm, or robbery, call it what you will,

Shook down my mellow bangings, nay, my leaves, To morning's holy office. The gates of monarchs And left me bare to weather. Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet through, Gui. Uncertain favour !

[you oft) And keep their impious turbands on, without Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told Good morrow to the sun.—Hail, thou fair heaven! But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd We house i'the rock, yet use thee pot so hardly Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline, As prouder livers do.

I was confederate with the Romans: so, Gui. Hail, heaven!

Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, Arv. Hail, heaven !

[hill, This rock, and these demesnes, have been my Bel. Now, for our mountain sport : up to yon

world : Your legs are young ; I'll tread these flats. Con- Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid When you above perceive me like a crow, (sider, More pious debts to heaven, than in all [tains; That it is place, which lessons, and sets off. The fore-end of my time.—But, up to the moun. And you may then revolve what tales I have told This not hunters' language.—He, that strikes Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: (you, The venison first, shall be the lord o'the feast; This service is not service, so being done,

To him the other two shall minister; But being so allow'd : to apprehend thus,

And we will fear no poison, which attends Draws us a profit from all things we see :

In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the And often, to our comfort, shall we find

valleys. [exeunt Guiderius and Arviragus. The sharded beetle in a safer hold

How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature ! Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life These boys know little, they are sons to the king; Is nobler, than attending for a check;

Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. Richer, than doing nothing for a babe;

They think, they are mine: and, though train'd Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk :

up thus meanly

[hit Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine, I'the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do Yet keeps his book uncrossid: no life to ours. The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor In simple and low things, to prince it, much unfledg'd,

[know not Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom What air's from home. Haply, this life is best The king, his father, call'd Guiderius, --Jove ! If quiet life be best; sweeter to you,

When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell That have a sharper known; well corresponding The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out With your stiff age; but, unto us, it is

Into my story : say,– Thus mine enemy fell : A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed ;

And thus I set my foot on’s neck ;' even then A prison for a debtor, that not dares

The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, To stride a limit.

Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in Arv. What should we speak of,


[Cadwell, When we are old as you ? when we shall hear That acts my words. The younger brother, The rain and wind beat dark December, how, (Once, Arviragus,) in as like a figure, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing; His own conceiving. Hark! the game is rous'd! We are beastly; subtle as the fox, for prey ; 0, Cymbeline! heaven, and my conscience, knows, Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat : Thou didst unjustly banish me; whereon, Our valour is, to chase what flies; our cage At three, and two years old, I stole these babes; We make a quire, as doth the prison bird, Thinking to bar thee of succession, as And sing our bondage freely.

Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, Bel. How you speak !

Thou wast their purse; they took thee for their Did you but know the city's usuries,

And every day do honour to her grave: (mother, And felt them knowingly : the art o'the court, Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd, As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb They take for natural father.

The game is up Is certain falling, or so slippery, that

[ezit. The fear's as bad as falling : the toil o'the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger

Enter Pisanio and Imogen. I'the name of fame, and honour; which dies i'the Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph, (search;

horse, the place As record of fair act; nay, many times,

Was near at hand :-ne'er long'd my mother so Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, To see me first, as I have now:- Pisanio! Man ! Must court'sey at the censure:-0, boys, this Where is Posthumus ? What is in thy mind, story

That makes thee stare thus ? Wherefore breake The world may read in me: my body's mark'd

that sigh With Roman swords: and my report was once

From the inward of thee ; One, but painted thus First with the best of note : Cymbeline lov'd me; Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd And when a soldier was the theme, my name Beyond self-explication : put thyself


in me.

the paper

Into a 'haviour of less fear, ere wildness

I draw the sword myseif : take it; and hitt:? Vanquish'my staider senses. What's the matter? The innocent mansion of my love, my heart: Why untender'st thou that paper to me, with Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief: 15 A look untender? If it be summer news,

Thy master is not there: who was, indeed, Smile to't before: if winterly, thou need'st The riches of it. Do his bidding; strike. 1) But keep that countenance still.—My husband's Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause ; hand!

But now thou seem'st a coward.
That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him, Pis. Hence, vile instrument !
And he's at some hard point.-Speak, man; thy Thou shalt 'not damn my hand.

Imo. Why, I must die;
May take off some extremity, wbich to read And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
Would be even mortal to me.

No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter Pis. Please you, read;

There is a prohibition so divine, And you

shall find me, wretched man, a thing That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my The most disdain'd of fortune.

heart; Imo. (Roads) Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the Something's afore't :-soft, soft; we'll no defence; strumpet in my bed : the testimonies whereof lie bleeding Obedient as the scabbard. What is bere?

I speak not out of weak surmises; from proof as strong as my gricf, and as certain as I expect my revenge. The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, That part, thou, Pisanio, must act for me, if thy faith be not

All turn'd to heresy? Away, away, tainted with the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life: 1 shall give thee opportunities at Milford Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Haven : she hath my letter for the purpose, where, if thou

Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools fear to strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pander to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal, Believe false teachers: though those, that are Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword ?

betray d,

Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Hath cut her throat already. -No, 'tis slander; Stands in worse case of woe. Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up tongue

My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath And make me put into contempt the suits Rides on the posting winds, and doth belic Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, It is no act of common passage, but Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave, A strain of rareness : and I grieve myself, This viperous slander enters. What cheer, ma- To think, when thou shalt bé disedg'd by her dam ?

That now'thou tir'st on, how thy memory Imo. False to his bed! What is it to be false? Will then be pang'd by me.-Prythee, despatch • To lie in watch there, and to think on him? The lamb entreats the butcher. Where's thy To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge

knife ? To break it with a fearful dream of him, (nature, Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, And cry myself awake?. That's false to his bed ? When I desire it too. Is it?

Pis. O gracious lady, Pis. Alas, good lady!

Since I receiv'd command to do this business, Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness: -Iachimo, I have not slept one wink. Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;

Imo. Do't, and to bed then. Thou then look'dst like a villain; now, methinks, Pis. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. Thy favour's good enough.—Some jay of Italy, Imo. Wherefore then Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd Did'st undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd u him:

So many miles, with a pretence? this place ?. Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion; Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour? And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls, The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court, a i must be ripp'd :-to pieces with me!-0, For my being absent; whereunto I neverdi Men's vows are women's traitors! All good Purpose return ? Why hast thou gone so far, seeming,

To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand, By thy revolt, О husband, shall be thought The eleeted deer before thee? Put on for villainy ; not born, where't grows; Pis. But to win time But worn, a bait for ladies.

To lose so bad employment: in the which
Pis. Good madam, hear me.

I have consider'd of a course : good lady,
Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Hear me with patience.

HiH (weeping

Imo. Talk thy tongue weary'; speak: Were, in his time, thought false : and Sinon's I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ea, Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, From most true wretchedness: so, thou, Posthumus, Nor tent to bottom that.

But speak.
Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;

Pis. Then, madam,
Goodly, and gallant, shall be false, and perjur'd, I thought you would not back again.
From thy great fail.-Come, fellow, be thou hon-

Imo. Most like;

[him, Bringing me here to kill me. Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou see'st Pis. Not so, neither; A little witness my obedience: look

But if I were as wise as honest, then

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My purpose would prove well. It cannot be, Present yourself, desire his service, tell hira
But that my master is abus'd :

Wherein you are happy (which you'll make hims Some villain, ay, and singular in his art,

know, Hath done you both this cursed injury.

If that his head have ear in music), doubtless, Imo. Some Roman courtezan.

With joy he will embrace you; for he's honour. Pis. No, on my life.


[abroad I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him And, doubling that, most holy.

Your means Some bloody sign of it ; for 'tis commanded You have me, rich; and I will never fail I should do so : you shall be miss'd at court, Beginning, nor supplyment. And that will well confirm it.

Imo. Thou art all the comfort Imo. Why, good fellow,

The gods will diet me with. Pr’ythee, away: What shall I do the while? Where bide? How There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even Or in my life what comfort, when I am [live ? All that good time will give us; this attempt Dead to my husband ?

I'm soldier to, and will abide it with Pis. If you'll back to the court,

A prince's courage. Away, I prythee. Imo. No court, no father ; nor no more ado Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short fareWith that harsh, noble, simple, nothing : Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of

[well; That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, As fearful as a siege.

Here is a box: I had it from the

queen; Pis. If not at court,

What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, Then not in Britain must you bide.

Or stomach qualm'd at land, a dram of this Imo. Where then?

Will drive away distemper.— To some shade, Hath Britain all the sun that shines ? Day, | And fit you to your manhood :-May the gods night,

Direct you to the best!
Are they not but in Britain ? I'the world's Imo. Amen: I thank thee.

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A ROOM IN CYMBELINE'S PALACE. Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it; Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords In a great pool, a swan's nest: prythee, think Cym. Thus far; and so farewell There's liyers out of Britain.

Luc. Thanks, royal sir Pis. I am most glad

My emperor hath wrote; I must from hence; You think of other place. The embassador, And am right sorry, that I must report ye Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven My master's enemy. To-morrow. Now, if you could wear a mind Cym. Our subjects, sir, Dark as your fortune is; and but disguise ishte Will not endure his yoke; and for ourselt That, which, to appear itself, must not yet be, To shew less sovereignty than they, must needs But by self-danger; you should tread a course Appear unkinglike. Pretty, and full of view : yea, baply, near

Luc. So, sir, I desire of you The residence of Posthumus : so nigh, at least, A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven.That though his actions were not visible, yet Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you ! Report should render him hourly to your ear,:.. Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; As truly as he moves.

The due of honour in no point omit:Imo. O, for such means !

So, farewell, noble Lucius. Though peril to my modesty, not death on't, Luc. Your hand, my lord. I would adventure.

Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time Pis. Well, then, here's the point:

I wear it as your enemy.

(forth You must forget to be a woman; change

Luc. Sir, the event Command into obedience : fear, and niceness, in Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well. (The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my Woman its pretty self), to a waggish courage;

lords, Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and Till he have cross'd the Severn.--Happiness! As quarrellous as the weasel : nay, you must

[exeunt Lucius and Lords. Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,

Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours Exposing it (but, 0, the harder heart !

That we have given him cause.

[us, Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch

Clo. 'Tis all the better; Of common-kissing Titan ; and forget

Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor You made great Juno angry.

How goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, Imo. Nay, be brief:

Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness : I see into thy end, and am almost

The powers, that he already hath in Gallia, A man already.

Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he movee Pis. First, make yourself but like one.

His war for Britain. Fore-thinking this, I have already fit,

Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business; ('Tis in my cloak-bag), doublet, hat, hose, all But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. That answer to them: would you, in their serving, Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus, And with what imitation you can borrow Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen, From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Where is our daughter? She bath not appeard

Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd

Pis. O, good my lord !!! The duty of the day : she looks us like

Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter A thing more made of malice, than of duty: I will not ask again. Close villain, We have noted it.-Call her before us; for I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip We have been too slight in sufferance. [erit Attend. Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthúmas? Queen. Royal sir,

From whose so many weights of baseness cannot Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd

A dram of worth be drawn. Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord, Pis. Alas, my lord, Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty. How can she be with him? When was she miss'd! Forbear sharp speeches to her : she's a lady He is in Rome. So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,

Clo. Where is she, sir? Come nearer;
And strokes death to her.

No further balting: satisfy me home,
Re-enter an Attendant.

What is become of her ?
Cym. Where is she, sir ? How

Pis. O, my all-worthy lord Can her contempt be answer'd ?

Clo. All-worthy villain ! Atten. Please you, sir,

Discover where thy mistress is, at once, Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer, At the next word.—No more of worthy lord, — That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make. Speak, or thy silence on the instant is

Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, Thy condemnation and thy death. She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close ;

Pis. Then, sir, Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,

This paper is the history of my knowledge, She should that duty leave unpaid to you,

Touching her fight.

[presenting a letter. Which daily she was bound to proffer: this

Clo. Let's see't :- I will pursue her
She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Even to Augustus' tbrone.
Made me to blame in memory.

Pis. Or this, or perish.
Cym. Her doors lock'd ?

She's far enough ; and what he learns by this, Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, May prove his travel, not her danger. [aside. Prove false !

(erit. Clo. Humph! Queen. Son, I say, follow the king.

Pis. I'll write to my lord she's dead. O, Imogen, Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! (aside. I have not seen these two days.

Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true ? Queen. Go, look after.

[exit Cloten. Pis. Sir, as I think. Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus! Clo. It is Posthumus' band; I know't. He hath a drug of mine: I pray,

his absence Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes me true service; undergo those employments, It is a thing most precious. But for her, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a Where is she gone; haply, despair hath seiz'd her; serious industry,—that is, what villainy soe'er I Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,- I To her desir'd Posthumus: gone she is

would think thee an honest man; thou should'st To death, or to dishonour ; and my end

neither want my means for thy relief, nor my Can make good use of either: she being down, voice for thy preferment. I have the placing of the British crown.

Pis. Well, my good lord.
Re-enter Cloten.

Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For, since patiently How now, my son ?

and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune Clo. 'Tis certain, she is filed:

of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the Go in, and cheer the king; he rages; none course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of Dare come about him.

mine. Wilt thou serve me? Queen. All the better : may

Pis. Sir, I will. This night forestall him of the coming day!

Clo. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast

1:4 (ex. Queen. any of thy late master's garments in thy possession ? Clo. I love, and hate her: for she's fair and royal; Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one

mistress. The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch me Outsells them all : I love her therefore ; but, that bither: let it be thy first service; go. Disdaining me, and throwing favours on

Pis. I shall, my lord.

[erit. The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgment, Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :- I forgot That what's else rare, is chok'd; and, in that point, to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon :I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,

Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools thee. I would these garments were come.

She Enter Pisanio.

said upon a time (the bitterness of it I now belch Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, from my heart), that she held the very garment sirrah?

of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and Come hither : ab, you precious pandar! Villain, natural person, together with the adornment of Where is thy lady? In a word; or else

my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will Thou art straightway with the fiends.

I ravish her : first kill him, and in her eyes;

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there shall she see my valour, which will then be finds the down pillow hard. Now, yeace be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, Poor house, that keep'st thyself!

here, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, Gui. I am thoroughly weary. and when my lust hath dined (which, as I say, Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave; we'll 60 praised), to the court I'll knock her back, fout browze on that, her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. and I'll be merry in my revenge.

Bel. Stay; come not in: [looking in. Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes.

But that it eats our victuals, I should think Be those the garments ?

Here were a fairy.
Pis. Ay, my noble lord.

Gui. What's the matter, sir?
Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford- Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or if not,
Pis. She can scarce be there yet. (Haven? An earthly paragon! Behold divineness

Cio. Bring this apparel to my chamber ; that No elder than a boy! is the second thing that I have commanded thee:

Enter Imogen. the third is, that thou shalt be a voluntary mute Imo. Good masters, harm me not: to my design. Be but duteous, and true prefer. Before I enter'd here, I call’d and thought ment shall tender itself to thee.—My revenge is To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took : now at Milford ; 'would I had wings to follow

good troth,

[found it!- Come, and be true.

[ez'it. I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I kad
Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss : for, true to thee, Gold strew'd o'the floor, Here's money for my
Were to prove false, which I will never be, I would have left it on the board, so soon (meat:
To bim that is most true.-To Milford go, As I bad made my meal ; and parted
And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow, with prayers for the provider.
You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed Gui. Money, youth?
Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed! Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!

[exit. As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
BEFORE THE CAVE OF BELARIUS. Who worship dirty gods.
Enter Imogen, in boy's clothes.

Imo. I see, you are angry,
Imo. I see a man's life is a tedious one: Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together Have died, had I not made it.
Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, Bel. Whither bound?
But that my resolution helps me.- .—Milford, Imo. To Milford-haven, sir.
When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, Bel. What is your name?
Tbou was within a ken: 0 Jove! I think,

Imo. Fidele, sir : I have a kinsman, who Foundations fly the wretched : such, I meani, Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford ; Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars To whom, being going, almost spent with hunger,

I am fallen in this offence. I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie, Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth, That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds A punishment, or trial? Yes; no wonder, By this rude 'place we live in. Well encounter'd ! When rich ones scarce tell true: to lapse in fulness 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood

Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it. Is worse in kings, than beggars.-My dear lord ! Boys, bid him welcome. Thou art one o'the false ones : now I think on thee, Gui. Were you a woman, youth, My hunger's gone : but even before, I was I should woo hard, but be your groom. In At point to sink for food.- But what is this? I bid for you, as I'd buy.

(honesty, Here is a path to it: 'tis some savage hold

Arv. I'll make't my comfort, I were best not call; I dare not call: yet famine, He is a man; I'll lore him as my brother ;Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. And such a welcome as I'd give to him, Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards ; hardness ever After long absence, such is yours :-Most welOf hardiness is mother.-Ho! who's here?

Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. [come! If any thing that's civil, spcak; if savage,

Imo. 'Mongst friends! Take, or lend. - Ho!-No answer? then I'll enter. If brothers ?-'Would it had been so, that they Best draw my sword : and if mine enemy Had been my father's sons! then had my prize But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look Been less : and so more equal ballasting [aside. Such a foe, good heavens!,

[on't. To thee, Posthumus.
(she goes into the cave.

Bel. He wrings at some distress.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Gui. 'Would, I could free't!
Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, Arv. Or I; whate'er it be,
Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, [and What pain it cost, what danger! gods !
Will play the cook and servant ; 'tis our match: Bel. Hark, boys.

(whispering The sweat of industry would dry, and die,

Imo. Great men, But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs That had a court no bigger than this cave Will make what's homely, savoury: weariness That did attend themselves, and had the virtue Can spore upon the flint, when restive sloth Which their own conscience seal’d them (laying by

told me,

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