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Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods,
mus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and Why hast thou thus adjourn'd
flourish in peace and plenty: The graces for his merits due;
'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen Being all to dolours turn'd?
Tongue, and brain not: either both, or nothing: Sici. Thy crystal window ope! look out! Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such No longer exercise,
As sense cannot untie. Be what it is, Upon a valiant race, thy harsh
The action of my life is like it, which And potent injuries!
I'll keep, if but for sympathy. Moth, since, Jupiter, our son is good,
Re-enter Gaolers. Take off his miseries!
Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death? Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion; help!
Post. Over-roasted rather: ready long ago. Or we poor ghosts will cry
Gaol. Hanging is the word , sir; if you be ready To the shining synod of the rest,
for that, you are well cooked, Against thy deity!
Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the specta2 Bro. Help, Jupiter! or we appeal,
tors, the dish pays the shot. And from thy justice fly!
Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir! Bat the JUPiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting confort is, you shall be called to no more payments, upon an eagle; he throws a thunder-bolt. The fear no more tavern bills; which are often the Ghosts fall on their knees.
sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: For Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region low, come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with Offend our hearing; hush! -- How dare you, ghosts, too much drink; sorry that you have paid too much; Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know, and sorry that you are paid too much; purse and
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts? brain both empty: the brain the hearier for being Poor shadows of Elysium, hence! and rest too light, the purse too light, being drawn of heas
Upon your never-withering banks of flowers ! iness o! of this contradiction you shall now be Be not with mortal accidents opprest;
quit!-- O the charity of a penny cord! it sums up No care of yours it is : you know, 'tis ours. thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift, creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come,
The more delay'd, delighted. Be content! the discharge. - Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift: counters; so the acquittance follows.
His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. Post. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. Our Jovial star reign’d at his birth, and in
Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the Our temple was he married. - Rise, and fade! toothach: but a man that were to sleep your sleep, He shall be lord of lady Imogen,
and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would And happier much by his affliction made. change places with his officer; for, look you, sir, This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein
you know not which way you shall go. Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine; Post. Yes, indeed, do i, fellow! And so, away! no further with your din
Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then; I hare Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. not seen him so pictured? you must either be diMount, eagle, to my palace crystalline! (Ascends. rected by some that take upon theni to know; of Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath
take upon yourself that, which I am sure you do not ! Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle know; or jump the after-inquiry on your own perila Stoop'd, as to foot us: his ascension is
and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I More sweet, than our bless'd fields: his royal bird think you'll never return to tell one. Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eren As when his god is pleas'd.
to direct them the way I am going, but such as All. Thanks, Jupiter!
wink, and will not use them. Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd Guol. What an infinite mock is this, that a mano His radiant roof. -- Away! and, to be blest, should have the best use of eyes, lo see the way of Let us with care perform his great behest, blindness! I am sure, hanging's the way of wisking.
Enter a Messenger: Post. (Waking.) Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, Mess. Knock off his manucles ; bring your prisover and begot
to the king. A father to me: and thou hast created
Post. Thou bringest good news; A mother, and two brothers. But (O scoro!) be made free. Gone! they went hence so soon, as they were born; Gaol. I'll be hanged then. And so I am awake. - Poor wretches, that depend Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; 29 On greatness' favour, dream as I have done;
bolts for the dead. Wake, and find nothing. - But, alas, I swerve!
(Exeunt Posthumus and Messenger, Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, And yet are steep'd in favours; so am I,
beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yote That have this golden chance, and know not why.
on my conscience, there are verier knares desire to What fairies haunt this ground? A book ?O, rare one! live, for all he be’a Roman : and there be some of Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment
them too, that die against their wills; so should I
, Nobler, than it covers : let thy effects
if I were one. I would we were all of one mind, So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, and one mind good; 0, there were desolation of As good as promise.
gaolers, and gallowsés. I speak against my present [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself profit ; but my wish hath a preferment in't. (Ereuve unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced
SCENE V. - CYMBELINE's Tent. by a piece of tender air ; and when from a stately Enter Cymbeline, BELARIUS, Guiderius, AntiRAGA, cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead PISANO, Lords, officers, and Attendants. many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods bare old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthu-| made
I am called 10
er tha3d? But that her fight prevented it, she had
Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart, Despairing, died.
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming; it had been Such noble fury in so poor a thing ;
That it was folly in me, thon may'st say,
prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead and Enter Lucius, IACHIMO, the Sothsayer and other living,
Roman Prisoners, guarded; Posthumus behind, But no trace of him.
and Imogen. Cym. To my grief, I am
Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that The heir of his reward; which I will add
The Britons have raz'd out, though with the loss To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit,
(To Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. That their good souls may be appeas’d with slanghter By whom, I grant, she lives. 'Tis now the time Of you their captives, which ourself have granted : To ask of whence you are :
So, think of your estate.
Luc. Co sir, the chance of war: the day
Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, Further to boast, were neither true nor modest, We should not, when the blood was cool, have Unless I add, we are honest.
threaten'd Cym. Bow your knees!
Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods
A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer:
Augustus lives to think on't: and so much
Let him be ransom’d: never master had
A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,
So tender over his occasions, true,
So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join
With my request, which I'll make bold, your highness
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; Cym. I have surely seen him!
And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt,
Fitting my bounty, and thy state, I'll give it;
The noblest ta'en.
Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad!
And yet, I know, thou wilt.
Imo. No, no! alack!
There's other work in hand; I see a thing
Must shuffle for itself.
Luc. The boy disdains me,
That place them on the truth of girls and boys.-
Why stands he so perplex'd ?
Cym. What would'st ihou, boy?
Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please
Emo. Fidele, sir.
Mine, and your mistress! - O, my lord Posthumus!
Thou gav'st me poison! dangerous fellomr, bence!
Cym. Thou art my good youtlı, my page!
And then a mind put in't, either our brags
(Cymbeline and Imogen converse apart. Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Del. Is not this boy reviv'd from death?
Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose ! Arv. One saad another
lach. Your daughter's chastity - there it begins! Not more resembles. That sweet rosy lad, He spoke of her as Dian had hot dreams, Who died, and was Fidele. What think you ? And she alone were cold: whereat, I, wretch! Gui. The same dead thing alive.
Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Bel. Peace, peace! see further! he eyes us not; Pieces of gold, 'gainst this, which then he wore forbcar!
Upon his honour à finger, to attain
By hers and mine adultery: he, true knight,
No lesser of her honour confident Bel. Be silent, let's see further!
Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring;
(Aside. And would so, had it been a carbuncle Since she is living, let the time run on,
of Phoebus' wheel; and might so safely, had it To good, or bad.
Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain (Cymbeline and Imogen come forward. Post I in this design. Well may you, sir, Cym. Come, stand thou by our side;
Remember me at court, where I was taught Müke thy demand aloud !-- Sir, [To Iach.) step you of your chaste daughter the wide dillerence forth!
'Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus quench'd Give answer to this boy, and do it freely! of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, 'Gan in your duller Britain operate Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent; Winnow the truth from falsehood!--On,speak to him! And, to be brief, my practice so prevail’d,
Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render That I return’d with simular proof enough, of whom he had this ring.
To make the noble Leonatus mad, Post. What's that to him?
[-Aside. By wounding his belief in her renowa Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, Withi tokens thus, and thus; averring notes How came it yours?
of chamber-hanging, pictures, this ber bracelet, Tach. Thou'lt tortare me to leave unspoken that, (0, cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
Of secret ov her person, that he could not Cym, How! me?
But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, Tach. I am glad to be constrain'd to atter that, which I having ta’en the forfeit, Whereupov, – Torments me to conceal. By villainy
Methinks, I see liim now, I got this ring ; 'twas Leonatus' jewel :
Post. Ay, so thou dost,
(Coming forward Whom thou didst banish; and (which more way Italian fiend !-- Ah me, most credulous fool, grieve thee,
Egregious murderer, thief, any thing As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd
That's due to all the villains past, in being, "Twist sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord ? To come!-o, give me cord, or knife, or poisoo, Cym. All that belongs to this.
Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out Iach. That paragon, thy danghter,
For tortures ingenious: it is 1
Cym. My daughter! what of her ? Renew thy strength : That kill'd thy daughter:- villain-like, I lie;
Iuch. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.
Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thon scornfal para For beauty that made barren the swellid boast
There lie thy part !
Minc honour'd lady!
Post. How come these staggers op me?
Pis. Wake, my mistress ! Come to the matter!
Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike or Jach. All too soon I shall,
To death with mortal joy. Unless thou would'st grieve quickly. - This Posthú- Pis. How fares my mistress? mus,
Imo, 0, get thee from my sight;
Breathe not where princes are !
[Striking her shejtani
That box I gave yon was not thought by me To tell this tale of mine.
By thine own tongue thou art comdemn'd, and must
Endure our law. Thou art dead.
Imo. That headless man
And take him from our presence!
This man is better, than the man he slew,
As well descended as thyself; and hath
[To the Guard. In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs They were not born for bondage. Of no esteem: !, dreading that her purpose Cym. Why, old soldier, Was of more danger, did compound for her Wilt thou undo the worth thon art unpaid for, A certain stuff, which, being ta’en, would cease By tasting of our wrath? How of descent The present power of life; but, in short time, As good as we? All offices of nature should again
Arv. In that he spake too far.
Bel. We will die all three:
But I will prove, that two of us are as good,
As I have given out him.- My sons, I must,
For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
Arv. Your danger is Think, that you are upon a rock; and now
Ours. Throw me again.
[Embracing him. Gui. And our good his. Pust. Hang there like fruit, my soul,
Bel. Have at it then ! Till the tree die!
By leave ! - Thou had'st, great king, a subject, who Cym. How now, my flesh, my child ?
We call'd Belarius. What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act?
Cym. What of him? he is
A banish'd traitor.
[Kneeling. Bel. He it is, that hath
[To Guiderius and Arviragus. I know not how, a traitor. You had a motive for't.
Cym. Take him hence!
The whole world shall not save him!
Bel. Not too hot!
First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ;
And let it be confiscate all, so soon
Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy: here's my knee;
Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons ; Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth! Lord Cloten, Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, 13 Upon my lady's missing, came to me
These two young gentlemen, that call me father, With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and And think they are my sons, are none of mine; swore,
They are the issue of your loins, my liege, If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
And blood of your begetting. It was my instant death. By accident,
Cym. How! my issue? I had a feigned letter of my master's
Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Then in my pocket; which directed him
And that Belarius whom you sometime banish’d: To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Itself, and all my treason; that I sufferid, Which he inforc'd from me, away he posts
Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes With unchaste purpose, and with oaths to violate (For such, and so they are, ) these twenty years Red My lady's honour: what became of him,
Have I train’d up: those arts they have, as I I further know not.
Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Gui. Let me end the story;
Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, I slew him there.
Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
Upon my bavishment: I mov'd her to't;
Excited me to treason. Their dear loss,
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd
Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Gui. A most uncivil one. The wrongs he did me, Here are your sons again; and I must lose Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :With language, that would make me spurn the sea, The benediction of these covering heavens If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy And am right glad, he is not standing here To inlay heaven with stars.
Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her, and her
So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely mach 1 1 680 CYMBELINE.
(Act V. Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st.
Speak, lachimo! I had you down, and might
(Kneeling. If these be they, I know not how to wish
But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, A pair of worthier sous.
As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you,
Which I so often owe! but your ring first!
And here the bracelet of the truest priocess,
Post. Kneel not to me!
Cym. Nobly doom'd :
We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-lap;
Pardon's the word to all. -
Arv. You holp us, sir,
As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Post. Your servant, prioces ! - Good my
lord of To be his evidence now.
Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought,
Is so from sense in hardness, that I can
Make no collection of it; let him show
Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall
, to Cym. Did you e'er meet?
himself unknown, without seeking find, and be Arr. Ay, my good lord!
embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from Gui. And at first meeting lov'd;
a stately cedar shall be lopped branches,
which Continued so, until we thought he died.
being dead many years, shall after revire, te Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; Cym. O rare instinct !
shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain de forWhen shall I hear all through? This fierce abridge- tunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
The fit and apt construction of thy name,
Answering the letter of the oracle,
With this most tender air.
Cym. This hath some seeming.
, On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting Personates thee : and thy lopp'd branches point Each object with a joy; the counterchange
Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarias stolen,
For many years thought dead, are now revir'd, And smoke the temple with our sacrifices, - To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever! Promises Britain peace and plenty.
, To see this gracious season.
Although the victor, we submit to Caesar,
And to the Roman empire; promising
To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;
Have laid most heavy hand.
Sooth. The fingers of the powers abore do tape
The harmony of this peace. The vision The thankings of a king.
of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant Post. I am, sir,
Is full-accomplish’d: for the Roman eagle, The soldier, that did company these three From south to west on wing sparing aloft, In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o'the sau The purpose I then follow'd. - That I was he,