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Imo.

Imo.

Iach. That others do,

Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd I was about to say, enjoy your-But

To try your taking of a false report; which hath It is an office of the gods to venge it,

Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment Not nine to speak on't.

In the election of a sir so rare, Imo.

Yon do seem to know Which you know, cannot err: The love I bear him Something of me, or what concerns me; 'Pray you Made me to fan you thus; but the gods made you, (Since doubting things go ill, often burts more Unlike all others, chailless. Pray, your pardon. Than to be sure they do: For certainties

Imo. All's well, sir : Take my power i'the court Either are past remedies; or, timely knowing,

for yours. The remedy then born), discover to me

Iach. My humble thanks. 'I had almost forgot What both you spur and stop.

To entreat your grace but in a small request,
Iach.

Had I this cheek And yet of moment too, for it concerns
To bathe my lips apon; this band, whose touch, Your lord ; myself, and other noble friends,
Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul Are partners in the business.
To the oath of loyalty; this object, which

Imo.

Pray, what is't? Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,

Iach. Some dozen Romans of us, and your lord Fixing it only here : should I (damn'd then), (The best feather of our wing), have mingled sums, Slaver with lips as common as the stairs

To buy a present for the emperor That mount the Capitol : join gripes with hands Which I, the factor for the rest, have done Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as In France : 'Tis plate, of rare device; and jewels, With labour); then lie peeping in an eye,

Of rich and exquisite form; their values great; Base and unlustrous as the smoky light

And I am something curious, being strange, That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit,

To have them in sale stowage ; May it please you That all the plagues of hell should at one time To take them in protection ! Encounter such revolt.

Imo. .

Willingly;
Imo.
My lord, I fear,

And pawu mine honoor for their safety: since
Has forgot Britain,

My lord bath interest in them, I will keep them Iach. And himself. Not I,

lo my bed-chainber. Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce

Iach.

They are in a trunk, The beggary of his change ; but 'tis your graces

Attended by my men: I will nake bold That, from my mutest conscience, to my tongue,

To send them to you, only for this night;
Charms this report out.

I must aboard to-morrow.
Imo.
Let me hear no more

o, no, no.
Iach. O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my Iach. Yes, I beseech ; or I shall short my word,
With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady [heart By length’ning my return. From Gallia
So fair, and fasten'd to an empery,

I cross'd the sens on purpose, and on promise
Would make the great'st king double! to be partner'dTo see your grace.
With tomboys, hir'd with that self-exhibition

I thank you for your pains;
Which your own coffers yield! with diseas's ventures, But not away to-morrow !
That play with all infirmities for gold

Iack.

0, I must, malam; Which rottenness can lend nature ! sach boil'd stuff, Therefore, I shall beseech you, if you please As well might poison poison ! Be reveng'd ; To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night: Or she, that bore you, was no queen, and you I have outstood my time ; which is material Recoil from your great stock.

To the tender of our present.
Imo.

Reveng'd!
Imo.

I will write.
How should I be reveng'd? If this be true

Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, (As I bave such a heart, that both mine ears And truly yielded you : You are very welcome. Must not in haste abuse), if it be true,

[ Exeunt. How should I be reveng'a ! Iach.

Should he make me Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets ;

АСТ II. Whiles be is vaulting variable ramps,

SCENE I. Court before Cymbeline's Palace, In your despite, upon your purse ! Revenge it.

Bnler Cloten and to Lords.
I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure
More noble than that runagate to your bed ;

Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when I And will continue fast to your affection,

kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I Still close, as sure.

had a hundred pound on't. And then a whoreson Imo. What bo, Pisanio!

jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I Iach. Let me my service tender on your lips. borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend

Imo. Away!-I do condemn mine ears, thai have them at my pleasure. So long attended thee.-If thou wert honourable, I Lord. What got he by that! You have broke Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not his pate with your bowl. For such an end thou seek'st; as base, as strange.

2 Lord. If bis wit had been like him that broke it, Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far

it would have ran all out.

Aside. From thy report, as thou from honour; and

Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is Solicit'si here a lady, that disdains

not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths : Ha! Thee and the devil alike.-What ho, Pisanio ! 2 Lord. No, my lord ; nor [ Aside] crop the ears of The king iny father shall be made acquainted

them. of thy assault: if he shall think it fit,

Clo. Whoreson dog !-I give him satisfaction ? A saucy stranger in his court, to mart

'Would, he had been one of my rank ! As in a Romish stew, and to expound

2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. [Aside. His beastly mind to us; he hath a court

Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the earth, He little cares for, and a danghter whom

-A pox on't!I had rather not be so noble as I am ; He not respects at all. - What ho, l'isanio! They dare not fight with me, because of the queen [ach. O happy Leonatus ! I may suy;

my mother: every jack-slave bath his belly full of The credit, that thy lady hath of thee,

fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that Deserves thy trust; and 'thy inosi perfect goodness nobody can mateh. Her assurd credit! - Bless'd live you tong!

2 Loril. You are a cock and oapon too ; and you A lady to the worthiest sir, that ever

crow, cock, with your comb on.

[Aside, Country called his! and you his mistress, only

Clo. Sayest thou ? For the most worthiest fit ! Give me your pardon. I Lord.' It is not fit, your lordship shonld underI have spoke this, to know if your alliance

take every companion that you give offence to. Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord, Clo. No, I know that: but it is fit, I should comThat which he is, new o'er: And he is one

mit offence to my interiors. The truest manner'd ; such a holy witch,

2 Lord. Ay, it is it for your lordship only. That he enchants societies unto him:

Clo. Why, so I say. Half all men's hearts are his.

i Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come to Imo.

You make amepds. court to-night! lach. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god : Clo. A stranger! and not know on't ! He hath a kind of honour sets hiin oil,

2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows More than a mortal seeming. Be bot angry,

it not.

[dside

1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. one of Leonatas friends.

[Clock strikes. Clo. Leonatus! a banished rascal ; and he's another, One, two, three-Time, time! whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger !

(Goes into the Trunk. The Scene closes. 1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages. Clo. Is it fit I went to look opon him? Is there no

SCENE III. derogation in't?

An Antechamber adjoining Imogen's Apartment, i Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord.

Enter Cloten and Lords. Clo. Not easily, I think. 2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your loss, the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace.

1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in issues being foolish, do not derogate. Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian: What I have

Clo. It would make any map cold to lose. lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of bim. Come, temper of your lordship; You are most hot, and fu

1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

rious, when you win. (Exeunt Cloten and first Lord.

Clo. Winning would put any man into courage : If That such a crafty devil as is his mother

I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold Should yield the world this ass ! a woman, that enough : It's almost morning, is't not? Bears all down with her brain ; and this her son

I Lord. Day, my lord. Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,

Clo. I would this music would come: I am adAnd leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,

vised to give her music o'mornings; they say it will Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st!

penetrate. Betwist a father by thy step-dame govern'd;

Enter Musicians. A mother hourly coiping plots; a wooer,

Come on ; tune: If you can penetrate her with your More hateful than the foul expulsion is

fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too : if none will Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act

do, let her remain ; but I'll never give o'er. First, of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm a very excellent good-conceited thing ; after, a wonThe walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd derful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it,That temple, thy fair mind ; that thou mayst stand, and then let her consider. To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land!

SONG.
[Exit.
SCENE II

Hart I hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phæbus 'gins arise, A Bed-chamber , in one Part of it, a Trunk.

His steeds to water at those springs Imogen reading in her Bed; a Lady attending.

On chalic'd flowers that lies;
Imo. Who's there ? my woman Helen?

And winking Mary-buds begin
Lady.
Please you, madam.

To ope their golden eyes;
Imo. What hour is it?

With every thing that pretiy bin :
Lady
Almost midnight, madam.

My lady sweet, arise ;
Imo. I have read three hours then: mine eyes are

Arise, arise. weak :

So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed : your music the better : if it do not, it is a vice in her Take not away the taper, leave it burning;

cars, which horse-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice And if thou canst awake by four o'the clock, of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never ameod. I pr'ythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly.

[Exeunt Musicians. [Exit Lady.

Enter Cymbeline and Queen.
To your protection I commend me, gods !
From fairies, and the tempters of the night,

2 Lord. Here comes the king. Guard me, beseech ye !

Clo. I am glad, I was up so late, for that's the rea[Sleeps. Iachimo, from the Trunk.

son I was up so early : le cannot choose but take Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd this service I have done, fatherly. Good morrow to Repairs itself by rest : Our Tarquin thos (sense

your majesty, and to my gracious mother. Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd

Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughThe chastity he wounded.-Cytherea,

Wiù sbe not forth? How bravely thou becom'st thy bed i fresh lily!

Clo. I have assailed her with music, but she vouchAnd whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!

safes no notice. But kiss; one kiss !-Rubies unparagona,

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new; How dearly they do't !--'Tis her breathing that

She hath not yet forgot him : some more time Perfumes the chamber thus : The flame o'the taper

Must wear the print of his remembrance out, Bows toward her; and would under-peep her lids,

And then she's yours. To see the enclosed lights, now canopied

Queen.

You are most bound to the king; Under these windows White and azure, lac'd

Who lets go by no vantages, that may With blae of heaven's own tinct. But my design?

Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself
To note the chamber :-I will write all down :-

To orderly solicits; and be friended
Such, and such, pictures :-There the window :-Sucb With aptness of the season : make denials
The adornment of her bed ;-The arras, figures,

Increase your services : so seem, as it
Why, such, and such :-And the contents o'the You tender to her; that you in all obey her,

You were inspir'd to do those Juties which
story,
Ah, but some natural notes about her body,

Save when command to your dismission tends, Above ten thousand meaner moveables

And therein you are senseless. Would testify, to enrich mine inventory :

Clo.

Senseless I not so. O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!

Enter a Messenger. And be her sense but as a monument,

Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome; Thus in a chapel lying !--Come off, come off ; The one is Caias Lucius. [Taking off her Bracelet. Cym.

A worthy fellow, As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard !

Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; "Tis nine, and this will witness outwardly, But that's no fault of his: We must receive him As strongly as the conscience does within,

According to the honour of his sender; To the madding of her lord. On her left breast And towards himself his gooduess forespent on us A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops We must extend our notice. Our dear son, I'the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, When you have given good morning to your mistress, Stronger than ever law could make : this secret Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and ta'en To employ you towards this Roman.-Come,oar queen. The treasure of her hopoar. No more.-To what end?

(Exeunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and Mess. Why should I write this down, that's riveted, Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Screw'd to my memory ? She hath been reading late Let her lie still, and dream.---By your leave, hol The tale of Tereus ; here the leaf's turn'd down,

(Knocks. Where Philomel gave up ;-I have enough: I know her women are about her; What To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. If I do line one of their hands! "Tis gold Swift, swift, you dragons of the night!--that dawning Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;

Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up

[ter?

Their deer to the sland of the stealer; and 'tis gold Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:
Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief; I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord
Nay, sometime, bangs both thief and true man: What That I'kiss aught but he.
Can it not do, and updo? I will make

Pis.

"Twill not be lost. One of her women lawyer to me; for

Imo. I hope so : go, and searcb. [Erit Pisanio. I yet not understand the case mysell.

C'lo.

You bave abus'd me: By your leave.

[Knocks. His meanest garment? Enter a Lady.

Imo.

Ay; I said so, sir. Lady. Who's there, that knocks?

If you will make't an action, call witness to't. Clo.

A gentleman.

Clo. I will inform your father.
Lady.
No more? Imo.

Your mother too: Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, Lady.

That's more

But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir, Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,

To the worst of discontent.

(Exit. Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's pleasure ?

Clo.

I'll be reveng'd :Clo. Your lady's person : Is she ready?

His meanest garment? --Well.

[Exit. Lady.

Ay,

SCENR IV.
To keep her chamber.
Clo, There's gold for you ; sell me your good report.

Rome. An Apartment in Philario's House. Lady. How I my good name? or to report of you

Enter Posthumns and Philario. What I shall think is good 1-The princess

Post. Fear it bot, sir: I would, I were so sure
Enter Imogen.

To win the king, as I am bold, her honour
Clo. Good morrow, fairest sister : Your sweet hand. Will remain hers.
Imo. Good morrow, sir: You lay out too much paips Phi.

What means do you make to him! For purchasing but tronble : the banks I give,

Post. Not any ; but abide the change of time; Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,

Quake in the present winter's state, and wish And scarce can spare them.

That warmer days would come: In these fear'd hopes, Clo.

Still, I swear, I love you. 1 barely gratify your love; they failing,
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me : I must die much your debtor.
If you swear still, your recompense is still

Phi. Your very goodness and your company, That I regard it not.

O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king,
Clo.
This is no answer.

Hath beard of great Augustas : Caius Lucius
Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being silent, Will do his commission throughly: And, I think,
I would not speak. I pray you, spare me : i'faith,

He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, I shall unfold equal discourtesy

Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance To your best kindness; one of your great knowing

Is yet fresh in their grief. Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

Post.

I do believe
Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin :(Statist though I am none, nor like to be),
I will not.

That this will prove a war; and you shall hear Imo. Fools are not mad folks.

The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed Clo,

Do you call me fool? In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings Imo. As I am mad, I do:

of any penny tribute paid. Our conntrymen If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;

Are nien more order'd, than when Julius Caesar That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,

Smil'd at their lack of skill, but found their courage You put me to forget a lady's manners,

Worthy his frowning at: Their discipline By being so verbal : and learn now, for all, (Now mingled with their courages) will make known That I, which know my heart, do bere pronounce,

To their approvers, they are people, such By the very truth of it, I care pot for you ;

That mend upon the world. And am so near the lack of charity

Enter Iachimo. (To accose myself), I hate you : which I bad rather Phi.

See ! Iachimo ! You felt, than make't my boast.

Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land : Clo.

Yon sin against And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, Obedience, which you owe your father. For

To make your vessel nimble. The contract you pretend with that base wretch,

Phi.

Welcome, sir. (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes,

Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract, none :

The speediness of your return. And though it be allow'd in meaner parties,

Tach.

Your lady (Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their souls is one the fairest that I have look'd upon. (On whom there is no more dependency

Post. And, therewithal, the best ; or let her beauty Bat brats and beggary) in self-ligar'd knot:

Look through a casement to allure false hearts, Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by

And be false with them. The consequence o'the crown; and must not soil

Iach.

Here are letters for you. The precious note of it with a base slave,

Post. Their tenour good, I trust. A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,

Iach,

'Tis very like. A pantler, not so eminent.

Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, Imo. Profane fellow!

When you were there! Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more,

Iach

He was expected then, But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base

But not approach'a. To be his groom : thou wert dignified enough,

Post.

All is well yet, Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made

Sparkles this stone as it was woot! or is't not Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd

Too dall for your good wearing! The under-hangman of his kingdom ; and hated Iach.

If I have lost it, For being preferr'd so well.

I should bave lost the worth of it in gold. Clo.

The south-fog rot him! I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come A second night of such sweet shortness, which To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, Was mine in Britain ; for the ring is won. That ever hath bat clipp'a his body, is dearer,

Post. The stone's too hard to come by. In my respect, than all the hairs above thee,

Not a whit, Were they all made such men.--How now, Pisanio ? | Your lady being so easy. Enter Pisanio.

Post.

Make not, sir, Clo. His garment? Now, the deril

Your loss your sport: I hope, you know that we Imo. To Dorothy my woman bie thee presently :-- Must not continge friends. Clo. His garment !

Iach.

Good sir, we must, Imo.

I am sprighted with a fool : If you keep covenant : I not brought Frighted, and anger'd worse : --Go, bid my woman The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant Search for a jewel, that too casually

We were to question further : but I dow Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's; 'sbrew me, Profess myself the winner of her honour, If I would lose it for a revenue

Together with your ring; and not the wronger of any king's in Europe. I do think,

of her, or you, having proceeded but I saw't this morning ; contident I am,

By both your wills.

lach.

Iach

Post.

If you can inake't apparent Is this, --she hath bought the name of whore thus That you have tasted her in bed, my hand,

dearly.And ring, is yours : If not, the foul opinion There, take thy hire ; and all the fiends of bell You had of her pare honour, gains, or loses,

Divide themselves between you ! Your sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both

Phi.

Sir, be patient: To who shall find them.

This is not strong enough to be believ'd Iach.

Sir, my circumstances, Of one persuaded well of Being so near the truth, as I will make them,

Post.

Never talk on't: Must first induce you to believe: whose strength She bath been colted by him. I will contirm with oath ; which, I doubt not,

Iach.

If you seek You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find For further satisfying, under her breast You need it not.

(Worthy the pressing), lies a mole, right prond Post * Proceed.

Of that most delicate lodging: By my life, Iach.

First, her bed-chamber I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess,

To feed again, though full. You do remember Had that was well worth watching), It was hang'd This stain apon lier? With tapestry of silk and silver; the story,

Post.

Ay, and it doth confirm
Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, Another stain, as big as hell can hold,
And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for

Were there no more but it.
The press of boats, or pride: A piece of work

Iach.

Will you hear more! So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive

Post. Spare your arithmetic : never count the turns; In workwanship, and value; which, I wonder'd, Once, and a million ! Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,

Iach.

I'll be sworn, Since the true life on't was

Post.

No swearing Post.

This is true ; If you will swear you have not done't, you lie;
And this you might have heard of here, by me, And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny
Or by some other.

Thou hast made me cuckold.
Tach.
More particulars

Iach.

I will deny nothing. Must justify my knowledge.

Post. 0, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! Post. So they must,

I will go there, and do't; i'the court; before Or do your honour injury,

Her father :---I'll do something

[Exit. The chimney Phi.

Quite besides Is south the chamber; and the cbinney-piece, The government of patience !-- You have won : Chaste Dian, bathing: never saw I figures

Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath So likely to report themselves: the cutter

He lath against himself. Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her,

Iach,

With all my heart. (Exeunt, Motion and breath left out.

SCENE V. The same. Another Room in the same, Post.

This is a thing, Which you might from relation likewise reap ;

Enter Posthumus. Being, as it is, much spoke of.

Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women Iach.

The roof o'the chamber Must be balf-workers! We are bastards al; With golden cherubins is fretted: Her andirons And that most venerable man, which I (I had forgot them), were two winking Cupids Did call my father, was I know not where of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely

When I was stamp'd; some coiuer with his tools Depending on their brands.

Made me a counterfeit : Yet my mother seem'd Post.

This is her honour ! The Dian of that time : so doth my wife Let it be granted, you have seen all this and praise The nonpareil of this.---O vengeance, vengeance ! Be given to your remembrance), the description Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, of what is in her chamber, nothing saves

Aud pray'd me, oft, forbearance : did it with The wager you have laid.

A pudeney so rosy, the sweet view on't Cher Then, if you can,

Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought [Pulling out the Bracelet. As chaste as unsunn'd snow :-0, all the devils ! Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel: See !-- This yellow lachico, in an hour,-was't not? And now 'tis up again : It must be married Or less,-at first : Perchance he spoke not; but, To that your diamond ; I'll keep them.

Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, Post.

Jove! Cry'd, oh! and mounted : found no opposition Once more let me behold it: Is it that

But what he look'd for should oppose, and she Which I left with her ?

Should from encounter guard. Could I find out Iach.

Sir I thank her), that: The woman's part in me! For there's no motion She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; That tends to vice in man, but I affirm Her pretty action did ontsell her gift,

It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it, And yet enrich'd it too : She gave it me, and said, The woman's; flattering, bers; deceiving, hers; She priz'd it once.

Lust and rank thoughts, bers; revenges, bers; Post.

May be, she pluck' it off, Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, To send it me,

Nice longings, slanders, mutability, Iach.

She writes so to you? doth she? All faults that may be nam'd, nay, that hell knows, Post. 0, no, no, no; 'tis true. Cere, take this too; Why, hers, in part, or all; but, rather, all:

[Gives the Ring. For ev'n to vice It is a basilisk unto mine eye,

They are not constant, but are changing still Kills me to look on't :-Let there be no honour, One vice, but of a minute old, for one Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; tove, Not half so old as that. I'll write against then, Where there's another man: The vows of women Detest them, curse them :-Yet 'tis greater skill Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, In a true bate, to pray they have their will: Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing - The very devils cannot plague them better.

[Esit. o, above measure, false! Phi.

Hare patience, sir,
And take your ting again; 'tis not yet won :

АСТ II.
It may be probable, she lost it; or,
Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted,

SCENE I. Britain. A Room of State in Cymbe

line's Palace.
Hath stolen it from her ?
Post.
Very true;

Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, and Loris, at one And so, I hope, he came by't :-- Back my ring; Door; and at another, Caius Lucins, and AtRender to me some corporal sign about her,

tendants. More evident than this; for this was stolen.

Cym, Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar with us! Iach. By Japiter, I had it from her arm.

Luc. When Jalias Cæsar (whose remembrance yet Post, Hark yon, he swears'; by Jupiter he swears. Lives in men's eyes; and will to ears, and tongues, "Tis true ;--nay, keep the ring 'tis true: I am sure Be theme, and hearing crer), was in this Britain, She would not lose it: her attendants are [it! And conqner'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, All sworn and honourable :--They indoc'd to steal (L'amons in Cæsar's praises, no whit less And by a stranger 1-No; he lrath enjoy'd her : Than in his feats deserving it), for him, The cognizance of her incontinency

And his succession, granted Rome a tribute,

Iach.

Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately On thy too ready hearing !--Disloyal ? No:
Is left untender'd.

She's punish'a for her truth; and undergoes,
Queen.
And, to kill the marvel,

More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
Shall be so ever.

As would take in some virtue.-0, my master !
Clo.
There be many Cæsars,

Tby mind to her is now as low, as were
Ere such another Julius. Britain is

Thy fortunes.-How ! that I should murder her! A world by itself; and we will nothing pay,

Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I For wearing our own noses.

Have made to thy command I-I, her 1-her blood ? Queen.

That opportunity, If it be so to do good service, never
Which then they had to take froin us, to resume Let me be counted serviceable. How look J,
We have again.-Remember, sir, my liege,

That I should seem to lack humanity,
The kings your ancestors; together with

So much as this fact comes to! Do'i : the letter The nataral bravery of your isle ; which stands

[Reading As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in

That I have sent her, by her own command With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters; Shall give thee opportunity :-0 damn'd paper ! With sands, tbat will not bear your enemies' boats, Black as the ink that's on thee! Sepseless beuble, But suck them up to the top-masi. A kind of conquest Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st Cæsar inade here : but made not here his brag, So virgin-like without? Lo, bere she comes. Or, came, and saw, and overcame = with shame

Enter Imnogen. (The firsi that ever touch'd him), he was carried From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping

I am ignorant in what I am commanded.

Imo. How now, Pisanio? (Poor ignorant baubles !) on our terrible seas,

Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Like egg-shells mor'd epon their sarges, crack'd

Imo. Who! thy lord ? that is my lord ? Leonatus ! As easily against our rocks : For joy whereof,

0, learn'd indeed were that astronomer, The fam's Cassibelan, who was once at point That knew the stars, as I his characters; (o, giglot fortune !) to master Cæsar's sword, Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,

He'd lay the future open.-You good gods,

Let what is here contain'd relish of love,
And Britons strut with courage.
Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid : That we two are asunder, let that grieve him,-

of my lord's health, of his content, yet not, Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; (Some griefs are med'cinable ;) that is one of them, and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars : other for it doth physie love ; -of his content, of them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such All but in that? -Good wax, thy leave : --Bless'd be straight arms, none.

You bees, that make these locks of counsel! Lovers, Cym. Son, let your mother end.

And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike; clo. We have yet many among as can gripe as hard Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; but I have : You clasp young Capid's tables.--Good news, gods! hand.-Why tribute ? why should we pay tribute !

[Reads, If Cæsar can bide the sun from os with a blanket, or

Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute

in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now. O the dearest of creatures, would not even reneto me Cym. You must knew,

with your eyes. Take notice, that I am Cambria, Till the injurious Ronans did extort This tribute from us, we were free : Cæsar's ambition of this, advise you, follow. So, he wishes you all

at Milford-Haven. What your own love will, out (Which swell's so much, that it did almost stretch

happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your The sides o'the world), against all colour, here Did put the yoke upon us; which to shake off,

increasing in love, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS.

0, for a horse with wings ! -Hear'st thou, Pisanio! Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon

He is at Milford-HavenRead, and tell me
Ourselves to be. We do say then to Cæsar,

How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which
Ordain'd our laws (whose use the sword of Cæsar

May plod it in a week, why may not I
Hath too much mangled; whose repair, and franchise, (who long'st, like me, to see thy lord ; who long'st,-

Glide thither in a day i-Then, true Pisanio Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,

0, let me 'bate,-but not like me:-yet long'st,Though Rome be therefore angry); Malmutius,

Bat in a fainter kind :-0, not like me;
Who was the first of Britain, which did put
His brows within a golden crown, and call's

For mine's beyond beyond), say, and speak thick Himself a king.

(Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing,

To the smothering of the sense), how far it is
Luc.
I am sorry, Cymbeline,

To this same blessed Milford : And, by the way, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar

Tell me bow Wales was made so happy, as (Cæsar, that hath more kings his servants, than

To inherit such a haven : But, first of all,
Thyself domestic officers), thine enemy:
Receive it from me, then :-War,

and confusion,

How we may steal from hence; and, for the gap

That we shall make in time, from our hence-going, In Cæsar's name pronounce l'gainst thee : look

And our return, to excuse :-- but first, how get hence : For fury not to be resisted: Thus detied,

Why should excuse be born or ere begot 1 I thank thee for myself.

We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr'ythee, speak, Сут.

Thou art welcome, Caius. Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent

How many score of miles may we well ride

'Twixt hour and hour! Much under hirn; of him I gaiber'd honour;

Pis.

One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Which he, to seek of me wguin, perforce,

Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too.
Behoves me keep at utterance; I am perfect,
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for

Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent

Could never go so slow : I have heard of riding wagers,

Where horses have been niinbler than the sands Which, not to read, would show the Britons cold :

That run i'the clock's behalf :- But this is foolery:So Cæsar shall not find them.

Go, bid my woman feign a sickness ; say, Lue.

Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime She'll home to her father: and provide me, presently, with us a day, or two, longer : If you seek us after- A riding suit: no costlier than would fit wards in other terms, you shall tind us iu our salt. A franklin's house wife.

Pis,

Madam, you're best consider, water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the Norwhat ensoes; but have'a fog in them,

Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here, better for you; and there's an end.

That I cannot look through. Away, I pr’ythee; Luc. So, sir. Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: Po as ! bid thee : There's no more to say;

Accessible is none but Milford way. (Eseunt.

(Eseunt. All the remain is, welcome.

SCENE III.
SCENE 11. Another Room in the same.
Enter Pisanio.

Wales. A mountainous Country, with a Cave. Pis. How ! of adultery? Wherefore write you not Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. What monster's her accuser 1-Leonatus!

Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such 0, master ! what u strange infection

Whose roof's as low as ours ! Stoop, boys : This gate Is fallen into thy ear! What false Italian

Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and bows you (As poisonous-tonga's, as handed), bath prevailia To morning's holy office : The gates of monarchs

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