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That since the common men are now in action Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault: I know not why And that the legions now in Gallia are
I love this youth ; and I have heard you say, Full weak to undertake our wars against
Love's reason's without reason ; the bier at door, The fallen-off Britons; that we do incite
And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say, The gentry to this business : He creates
My father, not this youth. Lucius pro-consul : and to you the tribunes,
noble strain! [4 For this immediate levy, he commands
O worthiness of nature ! breed of greatness His absolute commission. Long live Cæsar ! Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base : Tri. Is Lacius general of the forces ?
Nature hath meal, and bran ; contempt, and grace. 2 Sen.
Ay. I am not their father ; yet who this should be, Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?
Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me. 2 Sen.
With those legions 'Tis the ninth hour of the morn. Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
Brother, farewell. Must be supplyant: The words of your commission Imo. I wish ye sport. Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
You health. So please you, sir. of their despatch.
Imo. [Aside.) These are kind creatures. Gods,
what lies I have heard !
Experience, 0, thou disprov'st report !
The imperious seas breed monsters ; for the dish, ACT IV.
Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
I am sick still; heart-sick.-Pisanio,
I could not stir him :
He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate ; Clo. I am near to the place where they should Dishonestly afficted, but yet honest. meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, I might know more. who was made by him that made the tailor, not be Bel.
To the field, to the field : fit too ? the rather (saving reverence of the word) We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest. for 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. There- Arv. We'll not be long away. in I must play the workman. I dare speak it to Bel.
Pray, be not sick, myself, (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his For you must be our housewife. glass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean,) Imo.
Well, or ill, the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; I am bound to you. no less young, more strong, not beneath him in Bel.
And so shalt be ever. fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time,
[Erit Imogen. above him in birth, alike conversant in general This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath services, and more remarkable in single opposi. Good ancestors.
[had tions: yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my Aru.
How angel-like he sings ! despite. What mortality is ! Posthumus, thy head, Gui. But his neat cookery ! He cut our roots in which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall characters; within this hour be off, thy mistress enforced ; thy And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, garments cut to pieces before thy face : and all And he her dieter. this done, spurn her home to her father: who may, Arv.
Nobly he yokes haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage: A smiling with a sigh : as if the sigh but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall Was that it was, for not being such a smile ; turn all into my commendations. My horse is tied The smile miocking the sigh,
that it would fly up safe : Out, sword, and to a sore purpose ! For- From so divine a temple, to commix tune, put them into my hand ! This is the very With winds that sailors rail at. description of their meeting-place; and the fellow Gui.
I do note, dares not deceive me.
[Exit. That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
Mingle their spurs together.
Grow, patience ! Enter, from the Cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arvira. And let the stinking elder, grief, unt wine gus, and Imogen.
His perishing root, with the increasing vine!
Bel. It is great morning. Come; away.-Who's Bel. You are not well : (To Imogen.] remain
there? bere in the cave ;
Enter Cloten. We'll come to you after hunting,
Brother, stay here : Clo. I cannot find those runagates : that villain
[To Imogen. Hath mock'd me :- I am faint. Are we not brothers ?
Those runagates! Inno.
So man and man should be ; Means he not us? I partly know him ; 'tis Bat clay and clay differs in dignity,
Cloten, the son o'the queen. I fear some ambush. Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
I saw him not these many years, and yet (Hence. Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. I know 'tis he :--We are held as outlaws :
Imo. So sick I am not; - yet I am not well : Gui. He is but one : You and my brother search But not so citizen a wanton, as
What companies are near : pray you, away ;
[Exeunt Belarius and Arviragus Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me
Soft! What are you Cannot amend me : Society is no comfort
That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers? To one not sociable : I'm not very sick,
I have heard of such. What slave art thou ? Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here: Gui.
A thing I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,
More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
A slave without a knock.
Thou art a robber,
Gui. To who ? to thee? What art thou ? Have Bel.
What ? how ? how ? An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ? [not I
Thy words, I grant, are bigger: for I wear not He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear,
Thon vilain base, If we do fear this body hath a tail
More perilous than the head.
My brother hath done well.
I had no mind
To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness Gui.
Hence then, and thank Did make my way long forth. The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool; Gui.
With his own sword, I am loath to beat thee.
Which he did wave against my throat, I ha re talen Clo, Thou injurious thief,
His head from him : I'll throw't into the creek Hear but my name, and tremble.
Behind our rock; and let it to the sea, Gui.
What's thy name? And tell the fishes, he's the queen's son, Cloten: Clo. Cloten, thon villain.
That's all I reck. Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, Bel.
I fear, 'twill be reveng'd: I cannot tremble at it; were't toad, or adder, spider, 'Would, Polydore, thou had'st not done't though 'Twould move me sooner.
Becomes thee well enough.
(valour Clo. To thy further fear, Aru.
Would I had done't, Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know So the revenge alone pursued me!-Polydore, I'm son to the queen.
I love thee brotherly but envy much, (renges, Gui.
I'm sorry for it; not seeming Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would, reSo worthy as thy birth.
That possible strength might meet, would seek us Clo. Art not a feard ? And put us to our answer.
(through, Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the Bel.
Well, 'tis done At fools I laugh, not fear them.
[wise : We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger Clo.
Die the death Where there's no profit. I pr'ythee, to our rock ;
Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him
Poor sick Fidele!
I'll willingly to him: To gain his colour,
I'd let a parish of such Clotens' blood,
(sure. And praise myself for charity. Aru. None in the world : You did mistake him, Bel.
O thou goddess, Bel. I cannot tell : Long it is since I saw him, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour In these two princely boys! They are as gentle Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, 'Twas very Cloten.
Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind, Arv.
In this place we left them : That by the top doth take the mountain pine, I wish may brother made good time with him,
And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonderful, You say he is so fell.
That an invisible instinct should frame them
To royalty unlearn'd; honour untaught;
Civility not seen from other : valour,
As if it had been sow'd! Yet still it's strange,
What Cloten's being here to us portends;
Or what his death will bring us.
Where's my brother? Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream, My head, as I do his. Bel. What hast thou done?
In embassy to his mother; his body's hostage
For his return. Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloten's
[Solemn musick. Bel.
My ingenious instrument ! Son to the queen, after his own report; [head, Hark, Polydore, it sounds ! But what occasion Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, Hath Cadwal now to give it motion ! Hark! With his own single hand he'd take us in,
Gui. Is he at home? Displace our heads, where (thank the gods !) they
He went hence even not. And set them on Lud's town.
(grow, Gui. What does he mean? since death of my Bel.
We are all undone. dear'st mother
Should answer solemn accidents. The matter?
Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys, Play judge, and executioner, all himself;
Is jollity for apes, and grief for boys,
Is Cadwal mad ?
Re-enter Arviragas, bearing Imogen & dead in dis
arms. Can we set eye on, but in all safe reason, He must have some attendants. Though his humour Bel.
Look, here he comes,
And brings the dire occasion in his arms,
The bird is dead, To bring him here alone : Although, perhaps, That we have made so much on. I had rather It may be heard at court, that such as we
Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty, Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time To have turn'd my leaping time into a crutch, May make some stronger head: the which he hear- Than have seen this. (As it is like him,) might break out and swear (ing, Gui.
O sweetest, fairest lily!
My brother wears thee not the one-half so well, Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Arv. Fear no more the frown o' the grout,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ;
The sceptre, learning, physick, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash,
(cheek Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
Both. All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
(ness Gui. No erorciser harm thee!
Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Why, he but sleeps : Arv. Nothing ill come near thee!
Both. Quiet consummation have ;
And renowned be thy grave!
Re-enter Belarius with the body of Cloten. Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, Gui. We have done our obsequies: Come, lay l'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack
These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow.
(none, (Exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Gai.
Pr'ythee, have done; Imo. [ Anaking.) Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven ; And do not play in wench-like words with that
Which is the way?
(thither ? Which is so serious. Let us bury him,
I thank you. By yon bush ?-Pray, how far And not protract with adiniration what
'Ods pittikins !--can it be six miles yet (sleep: Is now due debt.To the grave.
I have gone all night :-'Faith, I'll lie down and Aru.
Say, where shall's lay him? But, soft! no bedfellow:-0, gods and goddesses ! • Guí. By good Euriphile, our mother.
Seeing the body.
Be't so: These flowers are like the pleasures of the world,
And cook to honest creatures : But 'tis not so ;
Which the brain makes of fumes: Our very eyes Gui. Cadwal,
Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good
Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity
As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
We'll speak it then. The dream's here still : even when I wake, it is
A headless man ! The garments of Posthumus!
Hast here cut off my lord.-To write, and read,
Pray you, fetch him hither. Be henceforth treacherous ! Damn'd Pisanio Thersites' body is as good as Ajax,
Hath with his forged letters,--damnd Pisanio-
From this most bravest vessel of the world
If you'll go fetch him, Struck the main-top!-O, Posthumus! alas,
[Erit Belarius. Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, (that? Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the And left this head on. How should this be? My father hath a reason for't.
'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them Gui. Come on then, and remove him.
Have laid this woe here. 0, 'tis pregnant, preg. Aru.
The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious SONG.
And cordial to me, have I not found it
Murd'rous to the senses ? That confirms it home :
This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: 01-
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
That we he horrider may seem to those
Which chance to find us: 0, my lord, my lord #
Enter Luclus, a Captain, and other officers, and a A grave : Come ; arm him.-Boy, he is preferra,
And make him with our pikes and partisans
By thee to us, and he shall be interr'd,
SCENE III. A Room is Cymbeline's Palace. Luc. But what from Rome?
Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio. Cap. The senate hath stirrid up the confiners, And gentlemen of Italy; most willing spirits, Cym. Again ; and bring me word, how 'tis with That promise noble service: and they come A fever with the absence
of her son ; fher, Under the conduct of bold lacbimo,
A madness, of which her life's in danger :-Hea. Sienna's brother.
When expect you them ? How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, Cap. With the next benefit o'the wind.
The great part of my comfort, gone ; my queen
This forwardness Upon a desperate bed ; and in a time Makes our hopes fair. Command, our present When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, 1 numbers
So needful for this present : It strikes me, past Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now, sir, The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow, What have you dream'd, of late, of this war's pur. Who needs must know of her departure, and
(vision : Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee Sooth. ‘Last night the very gods show'd me a By a sharp torture. (1 fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence,) Thus :- Pis.
Sir, my life is yours, I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd I humbly set it at your will : But, for my mistress, From the spungy south to this part of the west, I nothing know where she remains, why gone, There vanish'd in the sunbeams : which portends, Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your (Unless my sins abuse my divination)
Hold me your loyal servant.
[highness, Success to the Roman host.
Good my liege,
Dream often so, The day that she was missing, he was here:
And will, no doubt, be found.
The time's troublesome! Let's see the boy's face.
We'll slip you for a season ; but our jealousy
[To Pisanio. Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body. Young Does yet depend. Inform us of thy fortunes ; for, it seems, [one,
So please your majesty, They crave to be demanded : Who is this,
The Roman légions, all from Gallia drawn, Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow ? Or who was he, Are landed on your coast ; with a supply That, otherwise than noble nature did,
Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent. Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen! In this sad wreck ? How came it? Who is it? I am amaz'd with matter. What art thou ?
Good my liege, Imo.
I am nothing : or if not, Your preparation can affront no less (you're ready: Nothing to be were better. This was my master. Than what you hear of: come more, for more A very valiant Briton, and a good,
The want is, but to put those powers in motion, That here by mountaineers lies slain :- Alas! That long to move. There are no more such masters : I may wander Cym.
I thank you : Let's withdraw: From east to occident, cry out for service,
And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not Try many, all good, serve truly, never
What can from Italy annoy us ; but Find such another master.
We grieve at chances here.Away.. 2. (Bxeunt.
'Lack, good youth ! Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than I wrote him, Imogen was slain : 'Tis strange : Thy master in bleeding ; Say his name, good Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise friend.
To yield me often tidings : Neither know I Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do What is betid to Cloten ; but remain No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work : They'll pardon it. Aside.] Say you, sir ?
Wherein I am false, I am honest ; not true, to be Luc,
Thy name? Imo.
Fidele. These present wars shall find I love my country, Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same : Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them. Thy name well fits thy faith ; thy faith, thy name. All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd : Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say, Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd. Thou shalt be so well master'd ; but, be sure,
[Brit, No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
SCENE IV.-Before the Cave.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Let us from it. With wild wood leaves and weeds I have strew'd Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it And on it said a century of prayers, [his grave, From action and adventure ? Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh;
Nay, what hope And, leaving so his service, follow you,
Have we in hiding us ? this way, the Romans So please you entertain me.
Must or for Britons slay us; or receive us Luc.
Ay, good youth ; For barbarous and unnatural revolts And rather father thee, than master thee.
During their use, and slay us after. My friends,
Sons, The boy hath taught us manly duties : Let us We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us. Find out the prettiest daizied plot we can, To the king's party there's no going : newness
Of Cloten's death (we being not known, not mus. Among the Italian gentry, and to fight
This is, sir, a doubt, Hear patiently my purpose ; I'll disrobe me
Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself
As does a Briton peasant : so I'll fight
Against the part I come with; so I'll die
a death: and thus, unknown, And ears so cloy'd importantly as now,
Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril
More valour in me, than my habits show.
0, I am known Gods, put the strength o'the Leonati in me!
[him To shame the guise o'the world, I will begin
SCENE II.-The same.
tus Posthumus following it, like a poor soldier. But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and
They march over, and go out. Alarums. Then The shrinking slaves of winter,
enter again in skirmish, Iachimo and Posthumus: Gui.
Than be so,
he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachimo, and then
Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
Takes off my manhood : I have belied a lady,
The princess of this country, and the air on't
Revengingly enfeebles me; Or, could this carl,
A very drudge of nature's, have subąu'd me,
As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds
Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods. [Eril.
The continues ; the Britons fly; Cymbeline So long a poor unknown.
is taken ; then enter, to his rescue, Belarius, Gui.
By heavens, I'll go; Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the
The lane is guarded ; nothing routs us, but
The villainy of our fears.
Stand, stand, and fight!
Enter Posthumus, and seconds the Britons: They My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys :
rescue Cymbeline, and exeunt. Then, enter If in your country wars you chance to die,
Lucius, Tachimo, and Imogen.
self: Till it fly out, and show them princes born.
For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such [Exeunt. As war were hood-wink'd. Iach.
'Tis their fresh supplies.
Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: Or betimes
[Exeunt. SCENE I.-A Field between the British and
SCENE III.-Another Part of the Field.
Enter Posthumus and a British Lord,
Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the
1 did; Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. ones,
Of his wings destitute, the army broken,
Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, Merely through fear; that the strait pass was alack,
Where was this lane? And make them dread it to the doers' thrift.
Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd But Imogen your own : Do your best wills, [hither
with turf; And make me bless’d to obey I am brought which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,