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

Fairness which strikes the eye:-
Bel. Peace, peace ! see further ; he eyes us Cym. I stand on fire:
not ; forbear;

Come to the matter. Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure Jach. All too soon I shall, He would have spoke to us.

Unless thou would’st grieve quickly. This PostGui. But we saw him dead.

húmus, Bel. Be silent ; let's see further.

(Most like a noble lord in love, and one Pis. It is my mistress :

[ Aside. That had a royal lover,) took his hint; Since she is living, let the time run on, And, not dispraising whom we prais’d, (therein To good, or bad.

He was as calm as virtue) he began [Cymbeline and Imogen come forward. His mistress' picture ; which by his tongue being Cym. Come, stand thou by our side ;

made, Make thy demand aloud. Sir, [To Iach.] step And then a mind put in't, either our brags you forth;

Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it,

Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. Which is our honour, bitter torture shall Iach. Your daughter's chastity—there it be Winnow the truth from falsehood.—On, speak gins! to him.

He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams, Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may And she alone were cold : Whereat, I, wretch! render

Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with Of whom he had this ring.

him Post. What's that to him?

[Aside. Pieces of gold, 'gainst this, which then he wore Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, Upon his honour'd finger, to attain How came it yours?

In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken By hers and mine adultery: he, true knight, that,

No lesser of her honour confident Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Cym. How ! me?

And would so, had it been a carbuncle Tach. I am glad to be constrain’d to utter Of Phoebus' wheel; and might so safely, had it that, which

Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Torments me to conceal. By villainy

Post I in this design: Well may you, sir, I got this ring ; 'twas Leonatus' jewel :

Remember me at court, where I was taught Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may of your chaste daughter the wide difference grieve thee,

'Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd

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

'Gan in your duller Britain operate Cym. All that belongs to this.

Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent; lach. That paragon, thy daughter, - And, to be brief, my practice so prerail'd, For whom my heart drops blood, and my false That I return’d with simular proof enough, spirits

To make the noble Leonatus mad, Quail to remember, -Give me leave; I faint.

By wounding his belief in her renown Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew With tokens thus, and thus ; averring notes thy strength:

Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her braint

, I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, (0, cunning, how I got it !) nay, some marks Than die ere I hear more : strive, man, and speak. Of secret on her person, that he could not

Jach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, That struck the hour!) it was in Rome, (accurs’d I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon,– The mansion where !)'twas at a feast, (O’would Methinks, I see him now,Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least, Post. Ay, so thou dost, Those which I heav'd to head !) the good Post-italian fiend !---Ah me, most credulous food, húmus,

Egregious murderer, thief, any thing, (What should I say? he was too good to be That's due to all the villains past, in being, Where ill men were ; and was the best of all

To come !~0, give me cord, or knife, or poisen

, Amongst the rar’st of good ones, ), sitting sadly, Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out Hearing us praise our loves of Italy

For torturers ingenious: it is I For beauty that made barren the swell’d boast

That all the abhorred things o'the earth amend

, Ofhim that best could speak : for feature, laming By being worse than they. I am Posthumus

, The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, That kill'd thy daughter-villain-like

, I lie ; Postures beyond brief nature; for condition, That caus’d a lesser villain than myself,

my lord

[Coming förvard

.

Aline, and your mistress?:-50, my lord Post-I S Pr My lord,

me

A sacrilegious thief, to do't :-the temple What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ?
Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself. Wilt thou not speak to me?
Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set Imo. Your blessing, sir. [Kneeling:
The dogs o’the street to bay me; every villain Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blan e
Be call'd, Posthumus Leonatus ; and

ye not; [To Guiderius und Arviragus.
Be villainy less than 'twas !- Imogen! You had a motive for't.
My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen! Cym. My tears, that fall,
Imogen, Imogen!

Prove holy water on thee ! Imogen, Imo. Peace, my lord ; hear, hear

Thy mother's dead. Post. Shall's have a play of this ? Thou scorn Imo. I am sorry for't, my lord. ful page,

Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it was, There lie thy part.

[Striking her: she falls. That we meet here so strangely: But her son Pisgentlemen, , help

Is gone, we know not how, nor where. húmus!

Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Cloten, You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now:-Help, help!- Upon my lady's missing, came to me Mine honoar'd lady!

With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, Cym. Does the world go round ?

and swore, Post. How come these staggers on me? If I discover'd not which way she was gone, Pis. Wake, my mistress !

It was my instant death : By accident, Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike I had a feigned letter of my master's

Then in my pocket; which directed him To death with mortal joy.

To seek her on the mountains near to Milford ; Pis. How fares my mistress ?

Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Imo. O, get thee from my sight;

Which he inforc'd from me, away he posts Thou gav’st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! With unchaste purpose, and with oaths to violate Breathe not where princes are:

My lady's honour: what became of him, Cym. The tune of Imogen !

I further know not. Pis. Lady,

Gui. Let me end the story: The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if I slew him there. That box I gave you was not thought by me Cym. Marry, the gods forefend ! A precious thing; I had it from the queen. I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Cym. New matter still ?

Pluck a hard sentence: pr’ythee, valiant youth, Imo. It poison'd me.

Deny't again. Cor. O gods !

(rui. I have spoke it, and I did it. I left out one thing, which the queen confess’d, Cym. He was a prince. Which inust approve thee honest : If Pisanio Gui. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did Have, said she, given his mistress that confec

me, tion

Were nothing prince-like; for he did provokeme Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd With language, that would make me spurn the sea, As I would serve a rat.

If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; Cym. What's this, Cornelius ?

And am right glad, he is not standing here
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft impórtun'd me To tell this tale of mine.
To temper poisons for her; still pretending Cym. I am sorry for thee:
The satisfaction of her knowledge, only By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs

must
Of no esteem : I, dreading that her purpose Endure our law: Thou art dead.
Was of more danger, did compound for her Imo. That headless man
A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease I thought had been my lord.
The present power of life ; but, in short time, Cym. Bind the offender,
All offices of nature should again

And take him from our presence.
Do their due functions.—Have you ta'en of it? Bel. Stay, sir king:
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead. This man is better than the man he slew,

As well descended as thyself; and hath
There was our error.

More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens Fidele.

Had ever scar for.-Let his arms alone ; Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady

[To the Guard.

They were not born for bondage. Think, that you are upon a rock; and now Cym. Why, old soldier,

[Embracing him. Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, Post, Hang there like fruit, my soul, By tasting of our wrath? How of descent

As good as we?
Cym. How now, my flesh, my child ? Arv. In that he spake too far.

Bel. My boys,

Gui. This is sure,

from you?

Throw me again.

Till the tree die !

Cym. And thou shalt die for't.

This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, Bel. We will die all three:

Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: But I will prove, that two of us are as good This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus, As I have given out him.-My sons, I must, Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand Though, haply, well for you.

Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, Arv. Your danger is

I can with ease produce. Ours.

Cym. Guiderius had Gui. And our good his.

Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; Bel. Have at it then.

It was a mark of wonder. By leave ;—Thou had'st, great king, a subject, Bel. This is he; who

Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: Was call'd Belarius.

It was wise nature's end in the donation, Cym. What of him? he is

To be his evidence now. A banish'd traitor.

Cym. 0, what, am I Bel. He it is, that hath

A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; Rejoic'd deliverance more :--Bless'& may you be, I know not how, a traitor.

That, after this strange starting from your orbs, Cym. Take him hence;

You may reign in them now!- Imogen, The whole world shall not save him.

Thou hast lost by this a kingdom. Bel. Not too hot: First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ; I have got iwo Worlds by't.-0, my gentle bro And let it be confiscate all, so soon

thers, As I have receiv'd it.

Have we thus met? O never say hereafter, Cym. Nursing of my sons ?

But I am truest speaker: you call’d me brother, Lel. I am too blunt, and saucy : Here's my When I was but your sister; I you brothers, knee;

When you were so indeed. Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons;

Cym. Did

you

e'er meet? Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, Arv. Ay, my good lord. These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Gui. And at first meeting lov'd; And think they are my sons, are none of mine ; Continued so, until we thought he died. They are the issue of your loins, my liege, Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. And blood of your begetting.

Cym. O rare instinct ! Cym. How ! my issue?

When shall I hear all through? This fierce Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old abridgement Morgan,

Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Am that Belarius whom you sometime banisl’d: Distinction should be rich in.-Where? how Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punish

liv'd you? ment

And when came you to serve our Roman captive? Itself, and all my treason ; that I suffer'd, How parted with your brothers? how first met Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes

them? (For such, and so they are,) these twenty years Why fled you from the court? and whither? Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I

These, Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as And your three motives to the battle, with Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, I know not how much more, should be demanded; Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children and all the other by-dependencies Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't ; From chance to chance; but nor the time, ne Having receiv'd the punishment before,

place, For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty Will serve our long intergatories. See, Excited me to treason : Their dear loss, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting Here are your sons again; and I must lose Each object with a joy; the counterchange Two of the sweet'st companions in the world: Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, The benediction of these covering heavens And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy Thou art my brother ; so we'll hold thee ever. To inlay heaven with stars.

[To Belarins. Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st.

Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve The service, that you three have done, is more

me, Unlike than this thou tell’st: I lost my children ; To see this gracious season. If these be they, I know not how to wish

Cym. All o'erjoy'd, A pair of worthier sons.

Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, Bel. Be pleas'd a while.

For they shall taste our comfort.

seech you,

Imo. My good master,

Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp ; I will yet do you service.

The fit and apt construction of thy name, Luc: Happy be you!

Being Leo-natus, doth import so much : Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, Hewould have well becom'd this place, and grac'd

[To Cymbeline. The thankings of a king.

Which we call mollis aer ; and mollis aer Post. I am, sir,

We term it mulier : which mulier, I divine, The soldier, that did company these three Is this most constant wife; who, even now, In poor beseeming; 'twas 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, lachimo; I had you down, and might With this most tender air. Have made you finish.

Cym. This hath some seeming. Tach. I am down again, [Kneeling. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point As then your force did. Take that life, 'be- Thy two sons forth ; who, by Belarius stolen,

For many years thought dead, are now reviv’d, Which I so often owe: but your ring first; To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue And here the bracelet of the truest princess, Promises Britain peace and plenty. That ever swore her faith.

Cym. Well, Post. Kneel not to me;

My peace we will begin :-And, Caius Lucius, The power, that I have on you, is to spare you; Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, The malice towards you, to forgive you: Live, And to the Roman empire; promising And deal with others better.

To pay our wonted tribute, from the which Cym. Nobly doom'd:

We were dissuaded by our wicked queen; We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her, and Pardon's the word to all.

hers,) Arr. You holp us, sir,

Have laid most heavy hand. 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 Post. Your servant, princes. Good my lord Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke of Rome,

Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant Callforth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, Is full-accomplish'd: For the Roman eagle, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back,

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 vanish’d: 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.

Cym. 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 Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

To all our subjects. Set we forward: Let Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, A Roman and a British ensign wave to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be Friendly

together: so through Lud's town march; embraced by a piece of tender air; and when And in the temple of great Jupiter from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.which, being dead many years, shull after revive, Set on there : - Never was a war did cease, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be peace.

[Exeunt. fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.

TITUS ANDRONICUS.

PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.

}

SATURNINUS, son to the late emperor of Rome, | ALARBUS,

and afterwards declared emperor himself. CHIRON, sons to Tamora. BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus ; in love with DEMETRIUS, Lavinia.

Aaron, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. TITUS ANDRONICus, a noble Roman, general A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Chuap; against the Goths.

Romans.
Marcus ANDRONICUS, tribune of the people, Goths, and Romans.

and brother to Titus. Lucius,

Tamora, queen of the Goths. QUINTUS, sons to Titus Andronicus.

LAVINIA, daughter to Titus Andronicus. MARTIUS,

A Nurse, and a Black Child.
MUTIUS,
Young Lucius, a boy, son to Lucius.

Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Publius, son to Marcus the tribune.

Soldiers, and Attendants. MILIUS, a noble Roman.

SCENE,-Rome ; and the country near it.

ACT I.

Bas. Romans,-- friends, followers, farourets SCENE 1.-Rome. Before the Capitol.

of my right,

If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son, The tomb of the Andronici appearing ; the Tri- Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, bunes and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Keep then this passage to the Capitol

, Enter, below', SATURNINUs, and his Followers, And suffer not dishonour to approach on one side ; and BASSIANUS, and his Follow- The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate, ers, on the other ; with drum and colours.

To justice, continence, and nobility: Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, But let desert in pure election shine ; Defend the justice of my cause with arms; And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. And, countrymen, my loving followers, Plead my successive title with your swords :

Enter Marcus Andronicus, aloft, with the I am his first-born son, that was the last That wore the imperial diadem of Rome;

Mar. Princes, -that strive by factions, and Then let my father's honours live in me,

by friends, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Ambitiously for rule and empery,

crown.

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