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[ To the Guard.
Peace, my lord! hear, hear! It was my instant death. By accident, Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful I had a feigned letter of my master's page,
Then in my pocket, which directed him
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments
'ou ne'er kill'd Imogen till now.–Help, help!- With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate Mine honor'd lady!
My lady's honor: what became of him, Сут. .
Does the world go round? I farther know not. Post. How come these a staggers on me?
Let me end the story. Pis.
Wake, my mistress! | I slew him there. Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me Cym. .
Marry, the gods foresend! To death with mortal joy.
I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pis.
How fares my mistress? Pluck a hard sentence: pr’ythee, valiant youth, Imo. O! get thee from my sight;
Cym. He was a prince.
The tune of Imogen! Gui. A most uncivil one. The wrongs he did me Pis. Lady,
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if With language that would make me spurn the sea, That box I gave you was not thought by me
If it could so roar to me. I cut off's head; A precious thing: I had it from the queen.
And am right glad, he is not standing here
To tell this tale of mine.
I am sorry for thee: Cor.
O gods! By thine own longue thou art condemn'd, and must I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, Endure our law. Thou art dead. Which must approve thee honest: if Pisanio
That beadless man Have, suid she, given his mistress that confection I thought had been my lord. Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd
Bind the offender, As I would serve a rat.
And take him from our presence.
Stay, sir king.
More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs
Had ever scar for.-Let his arms alone;
By tasting of our wrath ? How of descent
In that he spake too far. Bel.
My boys, Cym. And thou shalt die for't. There was our error.
We will die all three; Gui.
This is, sure, Fidele. [you? But I will prove that two on's are as good Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from As I have given out him.--My sons, I must Think, that you are upon a rock; and now For mine own part unfold a dangerous speech, Throw me again. [Embracing Posthumus. Though, haply, well for you. Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, Arv.
Your danger's ours. Till the tree die !
Gui. And our good his.
Have at it, then, by leave. What! mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? Thou had’st, great king, a subject, who was call’d Wilt thou not speak to me!
Your blessing, sir. Cym. What of him ? he is
[Kneeling. A banish'd traitor. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye Bel.
He it is that hath You had a motive for't.
[not; Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; [To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. I know not how, a traitor. Cym. My tears that fall,
Take him hence. Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
The whole world shall not save him. Thy mother's dead.
Not too hot: Imo. .
I am sorry for't, my lord. First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; C'ym. O! she was naught; and 'long of her it And let it be confiscate all, so soon was,
As I have receiv'd it. That we meet here so strangely: but her son
Nursing of my sons ? Is gone, we know not how, nor where.
Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy; here's Pis.
My lord, Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons ; Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten, Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, Upon my lady's missing, came to me [swore, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and And think ihey are my sons, are none of mine: If I discover'd not which way she was gone, They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
A“ These staggers," i. e., this madness.-6" To temper," i. e., to compound; to mix.
6“Forefend," i. e., forbid.
Why, old soldier,
And blood of your begetting.
And your three motives to the battle, with Cym.
How! my issue ? I know not how much more, should be demanded, Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, And all the other by-dependencies, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish’d: From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Will serve our long inter’gatories. See, Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; Was all the barm I did. These gentle princes And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye (For such, and so they are) these twenty years On him, her brothers, me, her master, hitting Have I train'd up; those arts they have, as I Each object with a joy : the counterchange Could put into them: my breeding was, sir, as Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, Your higliness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.-Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Thou art my brother: so we'll hold thee ever. Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't;
[ To BELARIUS. Having receiv'd the punishment before,
Imo. You are my father, too; and did relieve me, For that which I did then: beaten for loyalty To see this gracious season. Excited me to treason. Their dear loss,
My good master, Two of the sweet'st companions in the world.--- I will get do you service. The benediction of these covering heavens
Happy be yon ! Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, To inlay heaven with stars.
He would have well become this place, and grac's Сут.
Thou weep'st, and speak’st. The thankings of a king. The service, that you three have done, is more
I am, sir, a Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost
children: The soldier that did company these three If these be they, I know not how to wish
In poor beseeming: 'twas a fitment for A pair of worthier sons.
The purpose I then follow d.—That I was he, Bel.
Be pleas'd a while.- Speak, Iachimo: I had you down, and might This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Have made you finish. Most worthy prince, as your's is irue Guiderius: lach.
I am down again ; ( Kneeling. This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,
That ever swore her faith.
Kneel not to me: Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star:
The power that I have on you is to spare you; It was a mark of wonder.
The malice towards you to forgive you. Live, Bel. This is he,
And deal with others better. Who hath upon him still that natural stamp.
Nobly doom'd. It was wise nature's end in the donation,
We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law :
Pardon's the word to all.
You holp us, sir, A mother to the birth of three ? Ne'er mother As
did mean indeed to be our brother; Rejoic'd deliverance more.-Bless'd pray you be, Joy'd are we, that you are.
[Rome, That after this strange starting from your orbs, Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of You may reign in them now.-0 Imogen!
Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought, Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back’d, Imo.
No, my lord;
Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows I have got two worlds by't.-0, my gentle brothers ! of mine own kindred: when I wak’d, I found Have we thus met? O! never say hereafter, This label on my bosom; whose containing But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother, Is so from sense in hardness, that I can When I was but your sister; I you brothers,
Make no h collection of it: let him show
His skill in the construction.
Sooth. Here, my good lord. [Coming forward. Gui. And at first meeting lov'd; Luc.
Read, and declare the meaning. Continued so, until we thought he died.
Sooth. [Reads.) “When as a lion’s whelp shall, Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. to himself unknown, without seeking fivd, and be Сут.
O rare instinct! embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from When shall I hear all through? This " fierce abridg. a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which being Hath to it circumstantial branches, which [ment dead many years shall after revive, be jointed to the Distinction should be rich din.-Where? how liv'd old stock, and freshly grow, then shall Posthumus you ?
end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish And when came you to serve our Roman captive ? in peace and plenty." How parted with your brothers ? how first met them ? | Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; Why fled you from the court, and whither? These, The fit and apt construction of thy name,
"More unlike," i. e., more unlikely, incredible-b" For more probation," i. e., for further proof." Fierce," i. e., vehement; rapid.-d • Which distinction should be rich in.' i. e., which ought to be rendered distinct by an ample nur. rative.
• "Your three motives," i. e., the motives of you three.! "Spritely shows," i. e., groups of sprites; ghostly apprar. ances.-6" Whose containing," i. e, the contents of which. -6" Make no collection of it," i, e., draw no conclusion from
Being Leo-natus, doth import so much.
Whom heavens, in justice, both on her and hers The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, Have laid most heavy hand.
[ To CYMBELINE. Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer
The harmony of this peace. The vision, We term it mulier : which mulier, I divine,
Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke Is this most constant wife; who, even now,
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant Answering the letter of the oracle,
Is full accomplish'd; for the Roman eagle, Unknown to you, unsought, were a clipp'd about From south to west on wing soaring aloft, IVith this most tender air.
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun Cym.
This hath some seeming. So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle, I Sooth. The losty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Th' imperial Cæsar, should again unite Personates thee; and thy lopp'd branches point His favor with the radiant Cymbeline, Thy two sons forth ; who, by Belarius stolen, Which shines here in the west. For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, Cym.
Laud we the gods; To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Promises Britain peace and plenty.
From our bless'd altars. Publish we this peace Cym.
To all our subjects. Set we forward. Let My peace we will begin.- And, Caius Lucius, A Roman and a British ensign wave Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar,
Friendly together; so through Lud's town march, And to the Roman empire; promising
And in the temple of great Jupiter To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;
Set on there !-Never was a war did cease,
Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace. "Clipp'd about," i e., embraced.
ANTIOCHUS, King of Antioch.
Marshal. PERICLES, Prince of Tyre.
A Pander, and his Wife. HELICANUS, two Lords of Tyre.
Boult, their Servant.
Gower, as Chorus.
The Daughter of Antiochus.
DIONYZA, Wife to Cleon. CERIMON, a Lord of Ephesus.
Thaisa, Daughter to Simonides. THALIARD, a Lord of Antioch.
Marina, Daughter to Pericles and Thaisa. PHILEMON, Servant to Cerimon.
LYCHORIDA, Nurse to Marina.
SCENE, dispersedly in various Countries.
When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,
And that to hear an old man sing,
d "A feere," i. e., a or companion.— "Full of face," i. e., exceedingly beautiful.- Account for accountech
The beauty of this sinful dame
Who know the world, see heaven, but feeling woe, Made many princes thither a frame,
Gripe not at earthly joys, as erst they did: To seek her as a bed-fellow,
So, I bequeath a happy peace to you, In marriage pleasures play-fellow:
And all good men, as every prince should do: Which to prevent he made a law,
My riches to the earth from whence they came, To keep her still and men in awe,
But my unspotted fire of love to you. That whoso ask'd her for his wife,
[To the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS. His riddle told not, lost his life :
Thus, ready for the way of life or death, So, for her many a wight did die,
I wait the sharpest blow. As yond' grim looks do e testify.
Ant. Scorning advice, read the conclusion, then; What now ensues, to the judgment of your eye which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed, I give, my cause who best can justify. [Exit. As these before thee, thou thyself shalt bleed.
Daugh. Of all, 'say'd yel, may'st thou prove prosBCENE I.-Antioch. A Room in the Palace. Of all, 'say d yet, I wish thee happiness. (perous !
Per. Like a bold champion, I assume the lisls,
Nor ask advice of any other thougbt
I am no viper, yet I feed Embolden'd with the glory of her praise,
On mother's flesh, which did me breed; Think death no hazard in this enterprise. [Music.
I sought a husband, in which labor, Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride,
I found that kindness in a falher : For the embracements even of Jove himself;
He's father, son, and husband mild, At whose conception, (till Lucina reign'd)
I mother, wife, and yet his child. Nature this dowry gave, lo glad her presence,
How they may be, and yet in tro, The senate-house of planets all did sit,
As you will live, resolve it you To knit in her their best perfections.
Sharp physic is the last : but, O! you powers, Enter the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS. That give heaven countless eyes to view men's acts, Per. See, where she comes, apparell'd like the Why cloud they not their sights perpetually, spring,
If this be true, which makes me pale to read it ! Graces ber subjects, and her thoughts the king Fair glass of light, I lov'd you, and could still, Of every virtue gives renown to men !
Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ill; Her face, the book of 4 praises, where is read But I must tell you,—now, my thoughts reroll, Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence For he's no man on whom perfections 6 wait, Sorrow were ever ras'd, and testy wrath
That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate. Could never be her mild companion.
You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings, Ye gods, that made me man, and sway in love, Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music, [en: That have inflam'd desire in my breast,
Would draw heaven down and all the gods to lears To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree,
But being play'd upon before your time, Or die in the adventure, be my helps,
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime. As I am son and servant to your will,
Good sooth, I cure not for you. To compass such a boundless happiness!
Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life,
For that's an article within our law,
Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, Either expound now, or receive your sentence.
Who has a book of all that monarchs do,
Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself;
And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, Tell thee with speechless tongues,and semblance pale, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear: That, without covering, save yond' field of stars, To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole They here stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars ; And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist, b Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is For 'going on death's net, whom none resist By man's oppression; and the poor worm doch die Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught
for't. My frail mortality to know itself,
Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will, And by those fearful objects to prepare
And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill? This body, like to them, lo what I must:
It is enough you know, and it is fit, For death remember'd should be like a mirror, What being more known grows worse, to smother it. Who tells us, life's but breath ; to trust it, error. All love the womb that their first beings bred, I'll make my will, then; and as sick men do, Then, give my tongue like leave to love my head.
Ant. [ Aside.) Heaven, that I had thy head! le * “Frame," i. e., shape, direct their course.
has found the menning: koep her still," i. e, to keep her still to himself. -- Points But I will gloze with him. [ To him.] Young prince ing to the scene of the palace gate at Antioch, on which the Though by the tenor of our strict edict, heads of those unfortunate wights were fixed. - d "The book of praises," i, e., the book where may be read all
Your exposition misinterpreting, that is praiseworthy." Her mild companion," i, e., the companion of her mildness. "For going," i. e., for fear & That is, 'no perfect or honest man.' " Copy'd," i.e. of going.
conical.-' Gloze," i. e., tlatter; insinuate,