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A mother, and two brothers; But-o scorn!
Gaol. I 'll be hanged then. Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born. Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts And so I am awake. Poor wretches that depend for the dead.
Exeunt Post, and Mess. On greatness' favour dream as I have done;
Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve: beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
on my conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, And yet are steep'd in favours; so am I,
for all he be a Roman: and there be sure of them too That have this golden chance, and know not why. that die against their wills: so should I, if I were one. What fairies baunt this ground? A book? O rare one! I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good ; Be not, as is our fangled a world, a garment
O, there were desolation of gaolers and gallowses! I Nobler than that it covers : let thy effects
speak against my present profit; but my wish hath a So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers,
preferment in 't.
[Exeunt. As good as promise. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown,
SCENE V.–Cymbeline's Tent. without seeking, find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air ; aad when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which,
Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, Arvirabeing dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old GUS, PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants. stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.
Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods have
made "T is still a dream ; or else such stuff as madmen Tongue, and brain not : either both, or nothing :
Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart, Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such
That the poor soldier that so richly fought, As sense cannot untie. Be what it is,
Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked breast The action of my life is like it, which
Stepp'd before targes of proof, cannot be found : I 'll keep, if but for sympathy.
He shall be happy that can find him, if
Our grace can make him so.
I never saw Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death!
Such noble fury in so poor a thing ; Post. Over-roasted rather : ready long ago.
Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir; if you be ready for But beggary and poor looks. that you are well cooked.
No tidings of him? Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators But po trace of bim.
Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead and living, the dish pays the shot. Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir : But the com
To my grief, I am fort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear The heir of his reward; which I will add no more tavern bills; which are often the sadness of To you the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, parting, as the procuring of mirth; you come in faint
[To Becarius, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Cor want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; By whom I grant she lives :—'T is now the time sorry that you have paid too much, and sorry that you To ask of whence you are:-report it. are paid too much; purse and brain both empty; the
Sir, brain the heavier for being too light, the purse too light, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen : being drawn of heaviness: 0! of this contradiction you Further to boast were neither true nor modest, shall now be quit.-0, the charity of a penny cord! it Unless I add we are honest. sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor Cym.
Bow your knees : and creditor but it; of what 's past, is, and to come, the Arise, my knights o' the battle; Í create you discharge :-Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters ; Companions to our person, and will fit you so the acquittance follows.
With dignities becoming your estates. Post. I am merrier to die than thou art to live.
Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies. Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the tooth- There 's business in these faces :—Why so sadly ache : But a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change Greet you our victory ? you look like Romans,
And not o' the court of Britain. places with his officer; for, look you, sir, you know not
Cor. which way you shall go.
Hail, great king! Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.
To sour your happiness, I must report
The Gaol. Your death has eyes in 's head then ; I have
queen not seen him so pictured : you must either be directed
Whom worse than a physician by some that take upon them to know ; or take upon By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death
Would this report become? But I consider, yourself that which I am sure you do not know; for
, Will seize the
doctor too. How ended she? jump the after-inquiry on your own peril, and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you 'll never
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life, return to tell one.
Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to
Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd direct them the way I am going, but such as wink, and
I will report, so please you : These her women will not use them.
Can trip me, if I err; who, with wet cheeks, Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a man
Were present when she finish'd. should have the best use of eyes to see the way of blind
Prithee, say. ness! I am sure hanging 's the way of winking.
Cor. 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;
She alone knew this: Post. Thou bring'st good news ;-I am called to be And, but she spoke it dying, I would not made free.
Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed. * Fsagled. This word is very rarely used without the epithet
Cor. Your daughter, whoin she bore in hand to love BEL"; yet furgle means an innovation.
With such integrity, she did confess
He leaves me, scorns me: Briefly die their jors Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life,
That place them on the truth of girls and boys. But that her flight prevented it, she had
Why stands he so perplex'd ! Ta'en off by poison.
What wouldst thou, boy! Сут, , O most delicate fiend!
I love thee more and more ; think more and more Who is 't can read a woman ?-Is there more ? What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on ? speak Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess she Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? had
Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me For you a mortal mineral; which, being took,
Than I to your highness; who, being born your vasal, Should by the minute feed on life, and, ling'ring, Am something nearer. By inches waste you : In which time she purpos'd, Сут. .
Wherefore ey'st him so? By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to
Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please O'ercome you with her show: yes, and in time, To give me hearing When she had fitted you with her craft, to work
Ay, with all my heart, Her son into the adoption of the crown :
And lend my best attention. What's thy name? But, failing of her end by his strange absence,
Imo. Fidele, sir. Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite
Thou art my good youth, my page; Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented
I'll be thy master : Walk with me; speak freely. The evils she hatch'd were not effected : 80,
(CYMBELINE and IMOGEN Converse apart. Despairing, died.
Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death! Сут. Heard you all this, her women?
One sand another Lady. We did, so please your highness.
Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad Cym.
Who died, and was Fidele :-What think you! Were not in fault, for she was beautifui;
Gui. The same dead thing alive. Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; fitThat thought her like ber seeming: it had been vicious To have mistrusted her : yet, O my daughter! Creatures may be alike : were 't he, I am sure That it was folly in me, thou mayst say,
He would bave spoke to us. And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all!
But we saw him dead.
Bel. Be silent; let 's see further.
It is my mistress. (Asie. and IMOGEN.
To good, or bad. [Cym. and Imo. come forward Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute ; that
Cym. Come, stand thou by our side; The Britons have raz'd out, though with the loss Make thy demand aloud.—Sir, [to Laca.] step you Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit That their good souls may be appeas'd with slaughter Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; Of you their captives, which ourself have granted : Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, So, think of your estate.
Which is our honour, bitter torture shall Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to him. Was yours by accident; had it gone with us,
Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render We should not, when the blood was cool, have threaten d Of whom he had this ring. Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Post.
What is that to him? (Aside. Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives
Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say May be call'd ransom, let it come : sufficeth
How came it yours? A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer :
Iach. Thou 'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Augustus lives to think on 't: and so much
Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. For my peculiar care. This one thing only
How me! I will entreat: my boy, a Briton born,
Tach. I am glad to be constrain d to ufter that Let him be ransom'd: never master had
Which torments me to conceal.-By villainy A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,
I got this ring; 't was Leonatus' jewel : So tender over his occasions, true,
Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may grieve So feat, so nurse-like : let his virtue join
thee With my request, which, I'll make bold, your highness As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm,
"Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lordi Though he have serv'd a Roman : save him, sir,
Cym. All that belongs to this. And spare no blood besiile.
That paragon, thy daughter, Cym.
I have surely seen him : For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits His favour is familiar to me.
Quail to remember, - Give me leave; I faint. Boy, thou hast look d thyself into my grace,
Cym. My daughter! what of her ? Renex thy And art mine own.—I know not why, nor wherefore,
strength : To say live, boy: ne'er thank thy master; live: I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will, And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt,
Than die ere I hear more : strire, man, and speak. Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it;
Iach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,
That struck the hour!) it was in Rome, (accurs i The noblest ta’en.
The mansion where!) 't was at a feast, (O 'would Imo. I humbly thank your highness. Our viands had been poisou'd! or, at least,
Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; Those which I heav'd to head !) the good Posthumus And yet I know thou wilt.
(What should I say? he was too good, to be Imo. No, no: alack,
Where ill men were; and was the best of all There's other work in band; I see a thing
Amongst the rar'st of good ones,) sitting sadly Bitter to me as death ; your life, good master,
Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast
of him that best could speak; for feature, lamaz
The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, Mine, and your mistress :-0, my lord Posthumus! Postures beyond brief nature; for condition,
You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now :-Help, help!-A shop of all the qualities that man
Mine honour'd lady! Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving,
Does the world go round ? Faimess, which strikes the eye :
Post. How come these staggers on me?
I stand on fire :
Wake, my mistress! Come to the matter.
Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me lach. All too soon I shall,
To death with mortal joy. Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly:- This Posthumus
How fares my mistress ? (Most like a noble lord in love, and one
Imo. O, get thee from my sight; That had a royal lover) took this lint;
Thou gav'st me poison : dangerous fellow, hence ! And, not dispraising whom we prais'd, (therein Breathe not where princes are ! He was as calm as virtue,) he began
The tune of Imogen! His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, Pis. Lady, And then a mind put in 't, either our brags.
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
A precious thing; I had it from the queen.
Cym. New matter still ? lach. Your daughter's chastity—there it begins.
It poison'd me. He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams,
O gods ! And she alone were cold : Whereat, I, wretch! I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Which must approve thee honest: if Pisanio Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore Have, said she, given his mistress that confection Upon his honour'd finger, to attain
Which I gave him for cordial, she is servd In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring
As I would serve a rat. By hers and mine adultery: he, true knight,
What's this, Cornelius ? No lesser of her honour confident
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring;
To temper poisons for her; still pretending
The satisfaction of her knowledge only
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease Of your chaste daughter the wide difference
The present power of life; but, in short time, "Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus quench'd All offices of nature should again Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain
Do their due functions.—Have you ta'en of it? 'Gan in your duller Britain operate
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead. Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent ;
My boys, And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd
There was our error. That I return'd with simular proof enough
This is sure, Fidele. To make the noble Leonatus mad,
Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? By wounding his belief in her renown
Think that you are upon a rock, and now With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes
Throw me again.
[Embracing him. Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,
Hang there like fruit, my soul, (0, cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks
Till the tree die! of secret ou her person, that he could not
Cym. How now, my fesh, my child ? But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd,
What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ? I having ta en the forfeit. Whereupon,
Wilt thou not speak to ne? Methinks, I see him now,
Your blefsing, sir. [Kneeling. Post.
Ay, so thou dost, [Coming forward. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye nut; Italian fiend !-Ah me, most credulous fool,
You had a motive for it.
[ To Gui, and Arv. Egregious murderer, thief, any thing
My tears, that fall,
Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
I am sorry for 't, my lord. For torturers ingenious : it is I
Cym. O, she was naught; and long of her it was That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend, That we meet here so strangely: But her son By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,
Is gone, we know not how, nor where. That kill'd thy daughter :-villain-like, I lie;
My lord, That caus'd a lesser villain than myself,
Now fear is from me, I 'll speak troth. Lord Cloteu, A sacrilegious thief, to do 't:--the temple
Upon my lady's missing, came to me Of virtue was she ; yea, and she herself.
With his sword drawn ; foam'd at the mouth, and swore Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
I had a feigned letter of my master's
Then in my pocket; which directed him My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments,
Which he inforc'd from me, away be posts
[Striking her: she falls. My lady's honour : what became of him,
I further know not. • Justdeer. This fine old word is used several times in ‘Lear.'
Let me end the story: It is found in our ancient law-books.
I slew him there.
There lie thy part.
Cym. Marry, the gods forefend !
For that which I did then : Beaten for loyalty
Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it.
Here are your sons again; and I must lose Cym. He was a prince.
Two of the sweet'st companions in the world : Gui. A most incivil one : The wrongs he did me The benediction of these covering heavens Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy With language that would make me spurn the sea, To inlay heaven with stars. If it could so roar to me: I cut off 's head;
Thou weep'st, and speak'st. And am right glad he is not standing here
The service, that you three have done, is more To tell this tale of mine,
Unlike than this thou tellist : I lost my children;
If these be they, I know not low to wish
Be pleas'd awhile.Imo.
That headless man This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, I thought had been my lord.
Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius : Cym.
Bind the offender, This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus, And take him from our presence.
Your younger princely son; be, sir, was lapp'd Bel.
Stay, sir king : In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand This man is better than the man he slew,
Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, As well descended as thyself; and hath
I can with ease produce. More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens
It was a mark of wonder.
This is he;
It was wise Nature's end in the donation,
To be his evidence now. Arv. In that he spake too far.
O, what am I Cym. And thou shalt die for 't.
A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Bel.
We will die all three : Rejoic'd deliverance more :- Bless'd may you be, But I will prove, that two of us are as good
That, after this strange starting from your orbs,
You may reign in them now !-O Imogen,
No, my lord; Arv.
Your danger 's ours. I have got two worlds by 't.-0 my gentle brothers, Gui. And our good his.
Have we thus met? O never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker : you call'd me brother.
When you were so indeed.
Did you e'er meet?
Arv. Ay, my good lord.
And at first meeting lovd; Assum'd this age :- indeed, a banish'd man;
Continueil so, until we thought he died.
Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow d.
O rare instinct The whole world shall not save him.
When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgment Bel.
Not too hot : Hath to it circumstantial branches, which First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ;
Distinction should be rich in.—Where, how lived you, And let it be confiscate all, so soon
And when came you to serve our Roman captive! As I have receiv'd it.
How parted with your brothers ! how first met them? Сут. Nursing of my sons ?
Why fled you from the court ? and whither! These, Bel. I am too blunt and saucy : Here's my knee And your three motives to the battle, with Ere I arise I will prefer my sons;
I know not how much more, should be demanded; Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir,
And all the other by-dependencies, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, And think they are my sons, are none of mine; Will serve our long intergatories. See, They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; And blood of your begetting.
And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Cym. How! my issue ?
On him, her brothers, me, her master, hitting Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Each object with a joy; the counterchange Am that Belarius whom you sometime banishd: Is severally in all. Let 's quit this ground, Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. Itself, and all my treason : that I suffer d
Thou art my brother : So we 'll hold thee ever. [To Ba Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes
Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve ine (For such and so they are) these twenty years
To see this gracious season. Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I
All o'erjoyd, Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Save these in bonds ; let them be joyful too, Your bighness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,
For they shall taste our comfort. Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
My good master, Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to 't;
I will yet do you service. Having receiv'd the punishment before,
Happy be you! * As um'd this age-put on these appearances of age.
Cym. The forlorn soldier that so nobly torgbt.
He would have well becom'd this place, and gras'd The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, [To Cim.
Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer
We term it mulier: which mulier I divine
Is this most constant wife; who, even now, In poor beseeming ; 't was a fitment for
Answering the letter of the oracle, The purpose I then follow'd :—That I was he,
Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about Speak, Iachimo; I had you down, and might
With this most tender air. Have made you finish.
This hath some seeming. lach.
I am down again: [Kneeling. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd,
To the majestic cedar join d ; whose issue
Promises Britain peace and plenty.
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 : Pardou 's the word to all.
Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her, and hers,) Arv. You holp us, sir,
Have laid most heavy band." As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Joy'd are we that you are.
The harmony of this peace. The vision
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
From south to west on wing soaring aloft, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun Of mine own kindred : when I wak’d, I found So vanishd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle, This label on my bosom; whose containing
The imperial Cæsar, should again unite Is so from sense in hardness, that I can
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Make no collection of it; let him show
Which shines here in the west. His skill in the construction.
Laud we the gods; Luc. Philarmonus !
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Sooth. Here, my good lord.
From our bless d altars! Publish we this peace
A Roman and a British ensign wave South. [Reads.) When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking fiod, and he embraced by a piece of Friendly together : so through Lud's town march : tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped And in the temple of great Jupiter branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be Our peace we li ratify; seal it with feasts. jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthu. Set on there :—Never was a war did cease, mus end his miseries, Britain be" fortunate, and flourish in Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace, peace and plenty.
[Exeunt Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name,
a The particle on is understood. The same form of expres Being Leo-natus, doth import so much :
sion occurs in Othello'
“ What conjurations and what mighty magic • Cullertion consequence deduced from premises.
I won his daughter (with)."