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Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters; so the
Stoop'd, as to foot us: his ascension is (bird acquittance follows.
More sweet than our bless'd fields: his royal Post. Jam merrierto die,than thou art to live.
Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not
As when bis god is pleased.

the tooth-ach: But a man that were to sleep AU.

Thanks, Jupiter! your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, Sici. The marble paveinent closes, he is en- I think, he would change places with his offiter'd

cer; for, look you, sir, you know not which His radiant roof :-Away! and, to be blest, way you shall go. Let us with care perform his great behest. Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.

(Ghosts vanish. Gaol. Your death has eyes ini's head then ; Post. (Waking.) Sleep, thou hast been a I have not seen him so pictured : you must grandsire, and begot

either be directed by some that take upon A father to me: and thou hast created

them to know; or take upon yourself that, A mother and two brothers : But (O scorn!) which I am sure you do not know; or jump • Gove! they went hence so suon as they were the after-inquiry on your own peril: and how born.

(pend you shall speed in your journey's end, I think And so I am awake.—Poor wretches that de- you'll never return to tell one. On greatness' favour, dream as I have done; Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none Wake, and find nothing.-But, alas, I swerve: want eyes to direct them the way I am going, Many dreain not to find, neither deserve, but such as wink, and will not use them. And yet are steep'd in favours ; so am I, (why. Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a That have this golden chance, and know not man should have the best use of eyes, tu see What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O the way of blindness! I am sure, hanging's ibe rare une!

way of winking. Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment

Enter a Messenger, Nobler than that it covers : let thy effects Mess. Knock off his inanacles; bring your So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, prisoner to the king. As good as promise.

Post. Thou bringest good news ;-I am [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to called to be inade free.

himself known, without seeking find, and Gaol. I'll be hanged then. be embraced by a piece of tender air ; and Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaola when from a stately cedar shall be lopped no bolts for the dead. branches, which, being dead many years, (Exeunt PostHUMUS and Messenger shall ofter revive, be jointed to the old Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows stock, and freshly grow; then shall Post- and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so humus end his miseries, Britain be fortu- prone t. Yet, on my conscience, there are

nate, and flourish in peace and plenty. verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a "Tis still a dreamı; or else such stuff as madmen Roinan; and there be some of them too, that Tongue, and brain not: either both, or nothing: die against their wills; so should I, if I were Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such one. I would we were all of one mind, and As sense cannot untie. Be what it is,

one mind good ; 0, there were desolation ou The action of my life is like it, which

gaolers, and gallowses? I speak against my I'll keep, if but for sympathy.

present profit; but my wish hath a preferRe-enter Gaolers. ment in't.

[Exeunt. Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death?

SCENE V. Post. Over-roasted rather: ready long ago.

Cymbeline's Tent. Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir; if you be Enter CYMBELINE, Belarius, Guideready for that, you are well cooked.

RIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, Lords, OffiPost. So, if I prove a good repast to the

cers, and Attendants. spectators, the dish pays the shot.

Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir; But have made the comfort is, you shall be called to no more Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart, payments, fear no more tavern bills; which That the poor soldier, that so richly fought, are often the sadness of parting, as the pro. Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked curing of unirth: you come in faint for want breast of meat, depart reeling, with too much drink; Stepp'd before target of proof,cannot be found: sorry that you have paid too much, and sorry He shall be happy that can find him, if that you are paid too much; purse and brain Our grace can make him so.

Bel. both empty: the brain the heavier for being

I never saw too light, ibe purse too light, being drawn of Such noble fury in so poor a thing ; heaviness: 0! of this contradiction you shall Such precious deeds in one that promised now be quit.-0 the charity of a penny cord! But beggary and

pour looks.

(nought it sums up thousands in a trice : you have no ('ym.

No tidings of him rue debitor and creditor but it; of what's Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead * ist, is, and to come, the discharge :-Your But no trace of him.

[and living, • Hazard.

+ Forward. | Target, shield.


Сут. .

To my grief, I am Were not in fault, for slie was beautiful; The beir of his reward: which I will add Mive ears, that theard her flattery; nor my To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, heart,

[been vicions, (To BELAR., GUID., and ARVIR. That thought her like her seeming; it had By whom, I grant, she lives ; 'Tis now the To bave mistrusted her: yet, O my daugliter! To ask of whence you are :--report it. (time That it was folly in me, thon may'st say, Bel.


And prove it in thy feeling. He: "jen mend all! In Cambria are we born, aud gentlemen: Enter Lucius, Iachimo, the Soothsayer, Turther to boast, were neither true nor modest, and other Roman Prisoners, guarded; Unless I add, we are honest.

POSTHUMUS behind, and IMOGEN. ('ym.

Bow your knees: Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Arise, my knights o'the battle : I create you The Britons have razed out, though with the Companions to our person, and will fit you

(made suit, With dignities becoining your estates. of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have

Enier CORNELIUS and Ladies. That their good souls may be appeased with There's business in these faces:- Why so sadly slaughter

(granted; Gieet you our victory? you look like Romans, or you their captives, which ourself have And not u'the court of Britain.

So, think of your estate.

[day Cor.

Hail, great king! Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the To sour your happiness, I must report Was yours by accident; had it goue with us, The queen is dead.

We should not, when the blood was cool, have Cym. Whom worse than a physician threaten'd

(gods Would this report become? But I consider, Our prisoners with the sword. But since the By medicine life may be prolongéd, yet death Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives. Will scize the doctor too. -How ended she? May be call'd ransome, let it come: sufficeth,

Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer : Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Augustus lives to think on't: And so much Most ciucl to herself. What she confessed, For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will report, so please you: These her women I will entreat; My boy, a Briton born, Can trip me, if I err: who, with wet cheeks, Let him be ransomed: never master had Were present when she finish'd.

A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, Cym.

Pry'thee, say. So tender over his occasions, trie, Cor. First, she confess'd she never loved So feat*, so murse-like: let his virtue join you; only

With my request, which, I'll make bold, yom Affected greatness got by yon, not you:

highness Married your royalty, was wife to your place; Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, Abhorr'd your person.

'Though he have served a Roman: save him, sir, Cym.

She alone knew this: And spare no blood beside. And, but she spoke it nying, I would not Cum.

I bave surely seen him: Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed. His favour tis faniiliar to me.

Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand Boy, thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, With such integrity, she did confess tu love And art mive own.-I know not why, por Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life,


(live: But that her sigbt preventeri it, she had To say, live, boy: ne'er thank thy master; Ta'en off by poisoni.

And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, Cym.

0 inost delicate fiend ! Fitting my bounty, and ihy state, P'll give it; Who is't can read a wonin?- Is there more? Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, The noblest ta’en. she had

Ine, I humbly thank yont highness. For you a mortal mineral; which, being took, Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good Should by the minute feed on life, and, ling'. And yet, I know, thou wilt.

[iad; ing, (posed, Imo.

No, no: alack, By inches waste yon : In wbich time, she pur. There's other work in hand : I see a thing By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to Bilter to me as death: your life, good master, O’ercome you with her show : yes, and in Must shuttle for itself. ume,

(work Luc.

The boy disdains me, (When she had fitted you with her craft,) to He leaves me, scorns me : Briefly die their Her son into the adoption of the crown.


(boys, But failing of her end by bis strange absence, That place them on the truth of giris and Grew shameless desperate; open'd, in despite Why stands he so perplex'd ? Of heaven and men, her purposes; repenied Cym.

What wouldst thou, boy! The evils she hatcb'd were not effected ; so, I love thee more and more; think more and Despairing, died.

[on? speak, Cym.

Heard you all this, her women? What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st Lady. We did so, please your highness. Wilt baur bim live? Is he thy kiu ? thy friend! Cym.


Imo. He is a Roman: no more kiu to me, • Ready, dexterous.

+ Countenance.



Shan I to your bighness; who, being born Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least, Am something nearer.

[your vassal, Those which I heaved to head !) the good Cym.

Wherefore ey'st him so ? Posthumus, Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please (What should I say? he was too good, to be To give me hearing.

Where ill men were; and was the best of all Cym.

Ay, with all my heart, Amongst the rarest of good ones,) sitting sadly And lend my best attention. What's thy name? Hearing us praise our loves of Italy Imo. Fidele, sir.

For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Cym. Thou art, my good youth, my page; Of him that best could speak: for feature, I'll be thy master: Walk with ine; speak freely. laming

(nerva, CYMBELINE and IMOGEN Converse apart. The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight MiBel. Is not this boy revived from death? Postures beyond brief nature; for condition, Arv.

One sand another A shop of all the qualities that man Not more resembles : That sweet rosy lad, Loves woman fur; besides, that hook of Who died, and was Fidele :- What think you? wiving, Gui. The same dead thing alive.

Fairness which strikes the eye: Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us


I stand on fire: not; forbear;

Come to the matter. Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure Mach.

All too soon I shall, He would have spoke to us.

Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly.--This Gui. But we saw him dead.

Posthumus Bel. Be silent; let's see further.

(Most like a noble lord in love, and one Pis.

It is my mistress: That had a royal lover,) took his hint;

(Aside. And, not dispraising whom he praised, (therein Since she is living, let the time run on, He was as calın as virtue) he began To good, or bad.

His mistress' picture; which by his tongue (CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. being made,

Cym. Come, stand thou by our side; And then a mind put in't, either our brags
Make thy demand aloud.-Sir,[TO LACH.] step Were crack'd of kitchen titulls, or bis descrip-
you forth;
Proved us unspeaking sots.

(tion Give answer to this boy, and do it freely: Cym.

Nay, nay, to the purpose. Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, lach. Your daughter's chastity--there it Which is car honour, bitter torture shall

begins. Window the truth' from falsehood.-On, He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams, speak to him.

And she alone were cold: Whereat, I, wretch! Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with Of whom he had this ring,

(render him Post.

What's that to him? | Pieces of gold 'gainst this which then he wore

(Aside. Upon his honour'd finger, to attain [ring Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, In suit the place of his bed, and win this How came it yours?

By hers and mine adultery: he, true knight, Iach. Thou’lt torture me to leave unspoken No lesser of her honour confident Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. (that Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Cym.

How! me? And would so, had it been a carbuncle lach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter Of Pbæbus' wheel; and might so safely, had it that which

Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Torments me to conceal. By villany Post I in this design: Well may yoni, sir, I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel : Remember me at court, where I was taught Whoin thou didst banish ; and (which more of your chaste daughter the wide difference may grieve thee,

'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er lived

quench'd 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, Of hope, not tonging, mine Italian brain

Cym. All that belongs to this. (my lord? | 'Gau in your duiler Britain operate lach.


paragon, thy daughter, Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent; For whom my heart drops blood, and any false And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd, spirits

That I return'd with simular proof enough Quail* to remember,-Give me leava. I faint. To make the noble Leonatus mad, Cym. My daughter! what of her ? Renew By wounding his belief in her renown thy strength :

(will, With tokens thus and thus; averring notes I had rather thou shouldst live while nature of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her brace Than die ere I hear more: strive man, and

let, speak.

(0, cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks lach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock Of secret on her person, that he could not Thatstruck the hour!)it was in Rome, (accursed But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd The mansion where !) 'twas at a feast, (0 I having ta'en the forleit. Whereupon, 'would

Methinks, I see him now,

Siak into dejection,


Ay, so thou dost, Tbink, that you are upon a rock; and now

[l'oming for ward. Throw me again. [Embracing him Italian fiend !-Ah me, most credulous fool, Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul Egregivus murderer, thief, any thing

Till the tree die! That's due to all the villains past, in being, C'ym. How now, my flesh, my child? To come!-(, give me cord, or knife, or poison, What, makest thou me a dullard in this act? Some upright justicer! Throu, king, send out Wilt thou not speak to me! For torturers ingenious; it is I


Your blessing, sir. 'That all the blonred things of the earth amend,

(a neeling; By being worse than they lam Posthuinus, Bel. Though yon did love this youth, I That kill'd thy dughter:--villain-like, Ilie; You had a motive for't. [blame ye not; That caused a lesser villain than myself,

(70 GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. A sacrilegious thief, to do't:--the temple Cym.

My tears that fall Oi virtue was she, yea, and she herseit*. Prove holy water on thee! Imogen, Spit, and throw stone's, cast mire upon me, set | Thy mother's dead. The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain Imo.

I am sorry fort, my lord. Be cali'l Posthumus Leonalus; and

(ym. O, she was vanght; and’long of her it Be villany less than 't was!--O Imogen!

was, My queen, my lue, my wife! O Imogen, That we meet here so strangely: But her son Imogen, Imogen!

Is gone, we know not how, por where.
Peace, my lord; hear, hear- Pis.

My lord, Post. Shall's have a play of this ? Thou Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord scornful page,

Upon my lady's missing, came to me [Cloten, There lie thy part. [Striking her, she falls. With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, Pis. O, gentlemen, help, help (mus!

and swore, Mine, and your mistress :-0, my lord Posthú- If I discover'd not which way she was gone, You ne'er kill'd! Imogen till now :--Help, It was my instant death : By accident, Mine honour'd lady!

[help!- I had a feigned letter of my master's Cym.

Does the world go round? Then in my pocket; which directed him Post. How come these staggers on me? To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; Pis.

Wake, my mistress? Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to which he inforced from me, away he posts To death with mortal joy. (strike me With unchaste purpose, and with oath to vioPis.

llow fares my mistress? My lady's honour: what became of him, (late Imo. O, get thee from my sight; (hence! | 1 further know not. Thou gavest me poison : dangerous fellow, Gui,

Let me end the story: Breathe not where princes are.

I slew him there,
The tune of Imogen! Cym.

Marry, the gods forfendi! Pis. Lady,

I would not thy good deeds should from my The gods throw stones of sulpbar on me, if

lips That box I gave you was not thought by me Pluck a hard sentence: pr'ythee, valiant youth, A precious thing; I had it from the queen. Deny't again. Cym. New matter still?


I have spoke it, and I did it. Inio. It poison'd me. Cym. He was a prince.

(did me Cor.

O Gods! Gui. A most uncivil one: The wrougs he I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, Were nothing prioce-like; for he did provoke Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio

(sea, Have,said she given his mistress that consection with language that would make me spurn the Which I gave him for a cordial, she is served If it could roar so to me: I cut oft's head; As I would serve a rat.

And am right glad he is not standing here Cym.

What's this, Cornelius? To tell this tale of mine. Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importuned me Cym.

I am sorry for thee: To temper+ poisons for her; still pretending By thive own tongne thou art condemn'd, and The satisfaction of her knowledge, only Endure our law : Thou art dead. [must In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs


That headless inan Of no esteem: 1, dreading that her purpose I thoughit had been my lord. Was of more danger, did compound for her Cym.

Bind the offender, A certain stuff, which, being ta’en would cease And take him from our presence. The present power of life; but, in short time, Bel.

Stay, sir king: All offices of nature should again

This man is better than the man he slew, Do their due functions.- Have you ta'en of it? | As well descended as thyself; and hath

Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead. More of thee merited than a band of Clocens Bel.

My boys, Had ever scar for.-Let his arms alone; There was our error.

(To the Guard. Gui. This is sure, Fidele. (from you? | They were not born for bondage. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady! Cym.

Why, old soldier * Vot only the temple of virtue, but virtue herself. + Mix, compound. | Forbid.


Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, Most worthy prince, as yours, is true, GuideBy tasting of our wrath? How of descent This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus, (rins ; As good as we?

Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd Aru.

In that he spake too far. In a most curious manile, wrought by the hand Cym. And thou shalt die for't.

of his queen mother, which, for more probaBel. We will die all three : I can with ease produce.

[tion, But I will prove, that two of us are as good Cym.

Guiderius had
As I have given out him.-My sons, 1 must, Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, It was a mark of wonder.
Though, haply, well for you.


This is he; Aru.

Your danger is Who hath upon him still that natural stamp; Ours.

It was wise nature's end in the donation,
Gui. And our good his.

To be his evidence now.
Have at it, then. Cym.

0, what am I By leave;-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Was call'd Belarius.

who Rejoiced deliverance more :--Bless'd may you Cym. What of him? he is

be, A banish'd traitor.

That, after this strange starting from your orbs, Bel. He it is, that hath

You may reign in them now!-- Imogen, Assumed this age: indeed, a bauish'd min; Thou hast lost by this a kingdom. I know not how, a traitor.


No, my lord; Cym.

Take him hence; I have got two worlds by't.-0 my gentle broThe whole world shall not save him.

Have we thus met? O never say hereafter, [ther, Bel.

Not too hot: But I am truest speaker: you calld me brother, First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ; When I was but your sister; I you brothers, And let it be confiscate all, so soon

When you were so indeed. As I have received it,

Сут. .

Did you ere meet? Сут.

Nursing of my sons ? Arv. Ay, my good lord. Bel. I am too blant, and saucy: Here's my Gui.

And at first meeting loved ; Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; [knee; Continued so, until we thought he died. Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, Cr. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. These two young gentlemen, that call me father, C'ym.

O rare instinct ! And think they are my sons, are none of mine; When shall I hear all through? This fierce * They are the issue of your loins, my liege,

abridgment And blood of your begetting.

Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Сут. ,

How! my issue? | Distinction shonld be rich in t.- Where? how Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old

lived you?

[tive? Morgan,

(nish'd : And when came you to serve our Roman capAm that Belarius whom you sometime ba- How parted with your brothers ? how first met Your pleasure was my mere offence, my pu


[These, pishment

Why fled you from the court? and whither Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'a, And your three motives to the battle, with Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes I know not how much more, should be de(For such, and so, they are,) these twenty years And all the other by.dependancies. [manded; Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Will serve our long intergatories. See, (place, Your bighness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; (eye Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these chil. And she, like harmless lightning, throws her Upon my banishment: I moved her to't; (dren on him, ber brothers, me, her master; bitting Having received the punishment before, Each object with a joy; the counterciiange For that wbich I did then: Beaten for loyalty Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, Excited me to treason: Their dear loss, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped Thou art ny brother ; So we'll hold thee ever. Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious

[To BELARIUS. Here are your sons again; and I must lose (sir, Imo. You are my father too ; and did reTwo of the sweet'st companions in the world: To see this gracious season.

lieve me, The benediction of these covering heavens Cym.

All o'erjoy'd, Fall on their beads like dew! for they are Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, To inlay heaven with stars.

(worthy For they shall taste our comfort. Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st.


My good master, The service that you three have done, is more I will yet do you service. Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my chil- Luc

Happy be you! If these be they, I know not how to wish (dreu ; Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly A pair of worthier sons.


(graced Bel.

Be pleased a while.- He would have well becomed this place, and This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, The thankings of a king.

Vehement, rapid. + i. e., Which ought to be rendered distinct by an ample narrative

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