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By William Shakespeare

CYMBELINE

VOLUME I BOOK IV

Dramatis Personae

CYMBELIN

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POSTHUMUS LEONAto

BELARIUS a banisthe nam

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PISANO serv

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TUS a gentleman, husband Imogen.

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Cymbeline

SBritain. The garde

[Enter two Gentlemen

FIRST GENTLEMAN You dour bloodsNo more obey the heavStill seem as does the ki

SECOND GENTLEMAN Bu

FIRST GENTLEMAN His dkingdom, whomHe purposed to his wifeThat late he marriedhUnto a poor but worthyHer husband banishd; Is outward sorrow; thouBe touchd at very heart

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FIRST GENTLEMAN He that hath missd the princessis a thingToo bad for bad report: and he that hath herI mean, that married her, alack, good man!And therefore banishdis a creature suchAs, to seek through the regions of the earth

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that feated them, and to the graverACT I

CENE In of Cymbelines palace.

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s sole sona widowath referrd herself gentleman: shes wedded;

she imprisond: allgh I think the king.

ne but the king?

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SECOND GENTLEMAN Yo

FIRST GENTLEMAN I do eCrush him together ratHis measure duly.

SECOND GENTLEMAN W

FIRST GENTLEMAN I canhis fatherWas calld Sicilius, whoAgainst the Romans wiBut had his titles by TeHe served with glory anSo gaind the sur-additAnd had, besides this gTwo other sons, who inDied with their swordstheir father,Then old and fond of isThat he quit being, andBig of this gentleman oAs he was born. The kiTo his protection, callsBreeds him and makes uld be something failingare. I do not think

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r theme, deceased he takes the babeim Posthumus Leonatus,im of his bed-chamber,

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A child that guided dotards; to his mistress,For whom he now is banishd, her own priceProclaims how she esteemd him and his virtue;By her election may be truly readWhat kind of man he is.

SECOND GENTLEMAN I honour himEven out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,Is she sole child to the king?

FIRST GENTLEMAN His only child.He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing,Mark it: the eldest of them at three years old,I the swathing-clothes Were stoln, and to thisWhich way they went.

SECOND GENTLEMAN Ho

FIRST GENTLEMAN Some

SECOND GENTLEMAN Thso conveyd,So slackly guarded, andThat could not trace th

FIRST GENTLEMAN HowsOr that the negligence mYet is it true, sir.

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[Enter the QUEEN, Pand IMOGEN]

QUEEN No, be assured yAfter the slander of moEvil-eyed unto you: youYour gaoler shall deliveThat lock up your restrSo soon as I can win theI will be known your adThe fire of rage is in himYou leand unto his senYour wisdom may infor

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS PI will from hence to-day

QUEEN You know the peril.Ill fetch a turn about the garden, pityingThe pangs of barrd affections, though the kingHath charged you should not speak together.

[Exit]

IMOGEN ODissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrantCan tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,I something fear my fathers wrath; but nothingAlways reserved my holy

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the other, from their nursery hour no guess in knowledge

w long is this ago?

twenty years.

at a kings children should be

the search so slow,em!

oeer tis strange,ay well be laughd at,

o well believe you.

ust forbear: here comes

s.

[Exeunt]

OSTHUMUS LEONATUS,

ou shall not find me, daughter,st stepmothers,re my prisoner, but

r you the keysaint. For you, Posthumus, offended king,vocate: marry, yet, and twere good

tence with what patiencem you.

lease your highness,.

His rage can do on me:And I shall here abide tOf angry eyes, not comBut that there is this jewThat I may see again.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS MO lady, weep no more, To be suspected of morThan doth become a mThe loyalst husband thMy residence in Rome Who to my father was aKnown but by letter: thAnd with mine eyes IllThough ink be made of

[Re-enter QUEEN]

QUEEN Be brief, I pray If the king come, I shalHow much of his displ

[Aside]

Yet Ill move himTo walk this way: I nevBut he does buy my injPays dear for my offenc

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS SAs long a term as yet wThe loathness to depar

IMOGEN Nay, stay a littWere you but riding foSuch parting were too pThis diamond was my mBut keep it till you wooWhen Imogen is dead. dutywhatou must be gone;e hourly shot

orted to live,el in the world

y queen! My mistress!est I give cause tendernessn. I will remaint did eer plight troth:t one Philarios,friend, to mether write, my queen,rink the words you send,

gall.

ou:incur I know notsure.

r do him wrong,ries, to be friends;s.

[Exit]

hould we be taking leave have to live,would grow. Adieu!

:th to air yourself,etty. Look here, love;others: take it, heart;

another wife,

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POSTHUMUS LEONATUS How, how! Another?You gentle gods, give me but this I have,And sear up my embracements from a nextWith bonds of death!

[Putting on the ring]

Remain, remain thou hereWhile sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest,As I my poor self did exchange for you,To your so infinite loss, so in our triflesI still win of you: for mIt is a manacle of love; IUpon this fairest prison

[Putting a bracelet up

IMOGEN O the gods!When shall we see again

[Enter CYMBELINE a

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS A

CYMBELINE Thou basestmy sight!If after this command tWith thy unworthinessThourt poison to my b

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS TAnd bless the good rem

IMOGEN There cannot bMore sharp than this is

CYMBELINE O disloyal thThat shouldst repair myA years age on me.

IMOGEN I beseech you, Harm not yourself withI am senseless of your wSubdues all pangs, all fe

CYMBELINE Past grace? O

IMOGEN Past hope, and

CYMBELINE That mightsmy queen!

IMOGEN O blest, that I mAnd did avoid a puttoc

CYMBELINE Thou tookst a beggar; wouldst have made my throneA seat for baseness.

IMOGEN No; I rather addedA lustre to it.

CYMBELINE O thou vile one!

IMOGEN Sir,It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:You bred him as my play

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he gods protect you!ainders of the court! I am gone.

[Exit]

e a pinch in death.

ing, youth, thou heapst

sir, your vexationrath; a touch more rarears.

bedience?

in despair; that way, past grace.

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ight not! I chose an eagle,k.

A man worth any womAlmost the sum he pay

CYMBELINE What, art t

IMOGEN Almost, sir: hA neat-herds daughteOur neighbour shephe

CYMBELINE Thou fooli

[Re-enter QUEEN]

They were again togethNot after our commanAnd pen her up.

QUEEN Beseech your pDear lady daughter, peLeave us to ourselves; Out of your best advic

CYMBELINE Nay, let heA drop of blood a day;Die of this folly!

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QUEEN Fie! You must

[Enter PISANIO]

Here is your servant. H

PISANIO My lord your

QUEEN Ha!No harm, I trust, is do

PISANIO There might hBut that my master ratAnd had no help of anBy gentlemen at hand.

QUEEN I am very glad 7

fellow, and he isn, overbuys me

u mad?

ven restore me! Would I wereand my Leonatuss son!

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IMOGEN Your sons my fathers friend; he takes his part.To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!I would they were in Afric both together;Myself by with a needle, that I might prickThe goer-back. Why came you from your master?

PISANIO On his command: he would not suffer meTo bring him to the haven; left these notesOf what commands I should be subject to,When t pleased you to

QUEEN This hath beenYour faithful servant: I He will remain so.

PISANIO I humbly thank

QUEEN Pray, walk awhil

IMOGEN About some haI pray you, speak with mGo see my lord aboard:

SCThe same

[Enter CLOTEN and

FIRST LORD Sir, I would violence of action hath where air comes out, airso wholesome as that yo

CLOTEN If my shirt werehurt him?

SECOND LORD [Aside] Npatience.

FIRST LORD Hurt him! Hhe be not hurt: it is a thnot hurt.

SECOND LORD [Aside] Hthe backside the town.

CLOTEN The villain wou

SECOND LORD [Aside] Ntoward your face.

FIRST LORD Stand you! Yown: but he added to yosome ground.

SECOND LORD [Aside] As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!

CLOTEN I would they had not come between us.

SECOND LORD [Aside] So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.

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PISANIO It was his quee

IMOGEN Then waved h

PISANIO And kissd it,

IMOGEN Senseless linenAnd that was all?employ me.

dare lay mine honour

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for this time leave me.

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bloody, then to shift it. Have I

o, faith; not so much as his

SECOND LORD [Aside] election, she is damned

FIRST LORD Sir, as I toldbrain go not together: small reflection of her

SECOND LORD [Aside] the reflection should h

CLOTEN Come, Ill to mbeen some hurt done!

SECOND LORD [Aside] the fall of an ass, which

CLOTEN Youll go with

FIRST LORD Ill attend y

CLOTEN Nay, come, let

SECOND LORD Well, my

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[Enter IMOGEN and

IMOGEN I would thou [Exeunt]

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PISANIO No, madam; for so longAs he could make me with this eye or earDistinguish him from others, he did keepThe deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,Still waving, as the fits and stirs of s mindCould best express how slow his soul saild on,How swift his ship.

IMOGEN Thou shouldst have made himAs little as a crow, or less, ere leftTo after-eye him.

PISANIO Madam, so I did.

IMOGEN I would have bcrackd them, butTo look upon him, till tOf space had pointed hiNay, followd him, till hThe smallness of a gnat Have turnd mine eye aWhen shall we hear from

PISANIO Be assured, maWith his next vantage.

IMOGEN I did not take mMost pretty things to saHow I would think on hSuch thoughts and suchThe shes of Italy shouldMine interest and his hoAt the sixth hour of moTo encounter me with oI am in heaven for him;Give him that parting kBetwixt two charming wAnd like the tyrannous Shakes all our buds from

[Enter a Lady]

LADY The queen, madamDesires your highness c

IMOGEN Those things I them dispatchd.I will attend the queen.

PISANIO Madam, I shall

SCENE IVRome. PHILARIOs house.

[Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a Frenchman, aDutchman, and a Spaniard]

IACHIMO Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain: he was then of a crescent note, expected to prove so worthy as since he hath been allowed the name of; but Icould then have looked on him without the help of admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items.

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rn, at noon, at midnight,risons, for then

or ere I couldiss which I had setords, comes in my father

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[Exeunt]

PHILARIO You speak ofthan now he is with thwithout and within.

FRENCHMAN I have seemany there could behoas he.

IACHIMO This matter owherein he must be wehis own, words him, I the matter.

FRENCHMAN And then

IACHIMO Ay, and the athis lamentable divorcwonderfully to extend judgment, which else ataking a beggar withouhe is to sojourn with y

PHILARIO His father anwhom I have been ofteHere comes the Britonamongst you as suits, wto a stranger of his qua

[Enter POSTHUMU

I beseech you all, be bewhom I commend to yhow worthy he is I will than story him in his o

FRENCHMAN Sir, we ha

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS to you for courtesies, wpay still. 9

m when he was less furnished which makes him both

him in France: we had very the sun with as firm eyes

marrying his kings daughter, hed rather by her value than ubt not, a great deal from

is banishment.

robation of those that weep nder her colours are m; be it but to fortify her easy battery might lay flat, forless quality. But how comes it ? How creeps acquaintance?

I were soldiers together; to bound for no less than my life.et him be so entertained h gentlemen of your knowing, ty.

LEONATUS]

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known together in Orleans.

nce when I have been debtor ch I will be ever to pay and yet

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FRENCHMAN Sir, you oer-rate my poor kindness: I was glad I did atone my countryman and you; it had been pity you should have been put together with so mortal a purpose as then each bore, upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS By your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller; rather shunned to go even with what I heard than in my every action to be guided by others experiences: but upon my mended judgmentif I offend not to say it is mendedmy quarrel was not altogether slight.

FRENCHMAN Faith, yes, swords and by such twohaveconfounded one th

IACHIMO Can we, with mthe difference?

FRENCHMAN Safely, I thipublic, which may, withreport. It was much likenight, where each of us fmistresses; this gentlemaupon warrant of bloodyfair, virtuous, wise, chasattemptable than any th

IACHIMO That lady is nogentlemans opinion by

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Smy mind.

IACHIMO You must not of Italy.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Bin France, I would abatemyself her adorer, not h

IACHIMO As fair and as gcomparisonhad been good for any lady in BriI have seen, as that diamI have beheld. I could nomany: but I have not seethat is, nor you the lady

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS I pI my stone.

IACHIMO What do you e

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS More than the world enjoys.

IACHIMO Either your unparagoned mistress is dead, or shes outprized by a trifle.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS You are mistaken: the one may be sold, or given, if there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit for the gift: the other is not a thing for sale, and only the gift of the gods.

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affirmationhis to be more te, constant-qualified and less e rarest of our ladies in France.

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he holds her virtue still and I

so far prefer her fore ours

eing so far provoked as I was her nothing, though I profess er friend.

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raised her as I rated her: so do

steem it at?

will keep.

IACHIMO You may weaknow, strange fowl lighYour ring may be stoleunprizable estimationsother casual; a cunningaccomplished courtier,of first and last.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS accomplished a courtiemistress, if, in the holdfrail. I do nothing doubnotwithstanding, I fear

PHILARIO Let us leave h

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS worthy signior, I thankwe are familiar at first.

IACHIMO With five timshould get ground of yback, even to the yieldiopportunity to friend.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS

IACHIMO I dare thereupestate to your ring; whisomething: but I makeconfidence than her reoffence herein too, I duthe world.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS too bold a persuasion; what youre worthy of

IACHIMO Whats that?

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Aas you call it, deserve mhich, by their graces, I

her in title yours: but, you upon neighbouring ponds. too: so your brace of he one is but frail and the hief, or a that way ould hazard the winning both

our Italy contains none so to convince the honour of my g or loss of that, you term her you have store of thieves; ot my ring.

re, gentlemen.

r, with all my heart. This im, makes no stranger of me;

so much conversation, I r fair mistress, make her go

g, had I admittance and

o, no.

n pawn the moiety of my h, in my opinion, oervalues ity wager rather against your tation: and, to bar your

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ou are a great deal abused in d I doubt not you sustain your attempt.

repulse: though your attempt, re; a punishment too.

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PHILARIO Gentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly; let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be better acquainted.

IACHIMO Would I had put my estate and my neighbours on the approbation of what I have spoke!

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS What lady would you choose to assail?

IACHIMO Yours; whom in constancy you think stands so safe. I will lay you tenthat, commend me to thwith no more advantagesecond conference, andhonour of hers which y

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Igold to it: my ring I holof it.

IACHIMO You are afraidbuy ladies flesh at a milpreserve it from taintingreligion in you, that you

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Ttongue; you bear a grav

IACHIMO I am the masteundergo whats spoken,

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Wdiamond till your returnbetweens: my mistress hugeness of your unwormatch: heres my ring.

PHILARIO I will have it n

IACHIMO By the gods, itsufficient testimony thabodily part of your mistare yours; so is your diaand leave her in such hoshe your jewel, this youyours: provided I have ymore free entertainmen

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Ius have articles betwixt answer: if you make youdirectly to understand yfurther your enemy; sheremain unseduced, youotherwise, for your ill op

made to her chastity you shall answer me with your sword.

IACHIMO Your hand; a covenant: we will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and starve: I will fetch my gold and have our twowagers recorded.

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I will bring from thence that ou imagine so reserved.

will wage against your gold, d dear as my finger; tis part

, and therein the wiser. If you lion a dram, you cannot : but I see you have some fear.

his is but a custom in your er purpose, I hope.

r of my speeches, and would I swear.

ill you? I shall but lend my : let there be covenants drawn

exceeds in goodness the thy thinking: I dare you to this

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is one. If I bring you no t I have enjoyed the dearest ress, my ten thousand ducats mond too: if I come off,nour as you have trust in,

r jewel, and my gold areour commendation for my t.

embrace these conditions; let us. Only, thus far you shall r voyage upon her and give me ou have prevailed, I am no is not worth our debate: if she

not making it appear inion and the assault you have

[Exeunt

FRENCHMAN Will this h

PHILARIO Signior IachiPray, let us follow em.

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QUEEN Whiles yet the dflowers; Make haste: w

FIRST LADY I, madam.

QUEEN Dispatch.

Now, master doctor, h

CORNELIUS Pleaseth yoare, madam:

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But I beseech your gracMy conscience bids meCommanded of me thoWhich are the movers But though slow, dead

QUEEN I wonder, doctoThou askst me such a Thy pupil long? Hast thTo make perfumes? DiThat our great king himFor my confections? HUnless thou thinkst mThat I did amplify my Other conclusions? I w 11

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o will not from it.

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ws on ground, gather those has the note of them?

[Exeunt Ladies]

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highness, ay: here they

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, without offence,skwherefore you havee most poisonous compounds, a languishing death;?

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Of these thy compounds on such creatures asWe count not worth the hanging, but none human,To try the vigour of them and applyAllayments to their act, and by them gatherTheir several virtues and effects.

CORNELIUS Your highnessShall from this practise but make hard your heart:Besides, the seeing these effects will beBoth noisome and infec

QUEEN O, content thee.

[Enter PISANIO]

[Aside]

Here comes a flattering Will I first work: hes foAn enemy to my son. HDoctor, your service forTake your own way.

CORNELIUS [Aside] I do But you shall do no harm

QUEEN [To PISANIO] H

CORNELIUS [Aside] I doShe doth think she hasStrange lingering poisonAnd will not trust one oA drug of such damnd Will stupefy and dull thWhich first, perchance, Then afterward up highNo danger in what showMore than the locking-uTo be more fresh, reviviWith a most false effect;So to be false with her.

QUEEN No further servicUntil I send for thee.

CORNELIUS I humbly tak

QUEEN Weeps she still, sin timeShe will not quench andWhere folly now possessWhen thou shalt bring mIll tell thee on the instanAs great as is thy master

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[Exit]

ayst thou? Dost thou think

let instructions enteres? Do thou work:e word she loves my son,t thou art then

, greater, for

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[Re-enter PISANIO a

So, so: well done, well The violets, cowslips, aBear to my closet. FareThink on my words.

PISANIO And shall do:But when to my good Ill choke myself: theree box: PISANIO takes it up]

but take it for thy labour:h hath the king death: I do not know

ay, I prethee, take it;er good thy mistress how; dot as from thyself.u changest on, but think

till, to boot, my son, thee: Ill move the kingerment suchn myself, I chiefly,esert, am bound Call my women:

[Exit PISANIO]

,ent for his master

f her to hold. I have given him that

uite unpeople herand which she after,

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rd I prove untrue, all Ill do for you.

[Exit]

Cymbeline: ACT I

SCENE VIThe same. Another room in the palace.

[Enter IMOGEN]

IMOGEN A father cruel, and a step-dame false;A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,That hath her husband banishd;O, that husband!My supreme crown of grief! And those repeatedVexations of it! Had I been thief-stoln,As my two brothers, hapIs the desire thats glorioHow mean soeer, that hWhich seasons comfort

[Enter PISANIO and

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IACHIMO Change you, mThe worthy Leonatus isAnd greets your highne

[Presents a letter]

IMOGEN Thanks, good sYoure kindly welcome.

IACHIMO [Aside] All of most rich!If she be furnishd with She is alone the ArabianHave lost the wager. BoArm me, audacity, fromOr, like the Parthian, I sRather directly fly.

IMOGEN [Reads] He is to whose kindnesses I aReflect upon him accoryour trust...LEONATUSSo far I read aloud:But even the very middIs warmd by the rest, anYou are as welcome, woHave words to bid you,In all that I can do.

IACHIMO Thanks, fairesWhat, are men mad? HaTo see this vaulted archOf sea and land, which The fiery orbs above anUpon the numberd bea

Partition make with spectacles so preciousTwixt fair and foul?

IMOGEN What makes your admiration?

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IMOGEN What is the m

IACHIMO The cloyed wThat satiate yet unsatiBoth filld and runninLongs after for the gar

IMOGEN What, dear siThus raps you? Are yo

IACHIMO Thanks, mad

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Beseech you, sir, desirMy mans abode wherIs strange and peevish

PISANIO I was going, sTo give him welcome.

IMOGEN Continues webeseech you?

IACHIMO Well, madam

IMOGEN Is he disposed

IACHIMO Exceeding plSo merry and so gameThe Briton reveller.

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[Exit]

my lord? His health,

mirth? I hope he is.

sant; none a stranger thereme: he is calld

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Your lord, I meanlaughs froms free lungs, cries O,Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knowsBy history, report, or his own proof,What woman is, yea, what she cannot chooseBut must be, will his free hours languish forAssured bondage?

IMOGEN Will my lord say so?

IACHIMO Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter:It is a recreation to be byAnd hear him mock theheavens know,Some men are much to

IMOGEN Not he, I hope.

IACHIMO Not he: but yehim mightBe used more thankfullyIn you, which I accountWhilst I am bound to wTo pity too.

IMOGEN What do you p

IACHIMO Two creatures

IMOGEN Am I one, sir?You look on me: what wDeserves your pity?

IACHIMO Lamentable! WTo hide me from the radI the dungeon by a snuf

IMOGEN I pray you, sir,Deliver with more openTo my demands. Why d

IACHIMO That others doI was about to sayenjoIt is an office of the godsNot mine to speak on t

IMOGEN You do seem toSomething of me, or whSince doubling things goThan to be sure they doEither are past remediesThe remedy then bornWhat both you spur and

IACHIMO Had I this cheeTo bathe my lips upon;

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IMOGEN Let me hear n

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IMOGEN Revenged!How should I be revenAs I have such a heart Must not in haste abuHow should I be reven

IACHIMO Should he mLive, like Dianas priesWhiles he is vaulting vIn your despite, upon I dedicate myself to yoMore noble than that And will continue fastStill close as sure.

IMOGEN What, ho, Pis

IACHIMO Let me my sell should at one time

ot I,ce, pronouncee; but tis your gracesnscience to my tongue

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yield! With diseased venturesities for goldd nature! Such boild stuff

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tock.

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IMOGEN Away! I do condemn mine ears that haveSo long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, notFor such an end thou seekst,as base as strange.Thou wrongst a gentleman, who is as farFrom thy report as thou from honour, andSolicitst here a lady that disdainsThee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!The king my father shall be made acquaintedOf thy assault: if he shall think it fit,A saucy stranger in his court to martAs in a Romish stew and to expoundHis beastly mind to us, he hath a courtHe little cares for and a daughter whoHe not respects at all. What, ho, Pisanio!

IACHIMO O happy Leonatus! I may sayThe credit that thy lady hath of theeDeserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodnessHer assured credit. Blessed live you long!A lady to the worthiest Country calld his! AndFor the most worthiest I have spoke this, to knoWere deeply rooted; anThat which he is, new oThe truest mannerd; suThat he enchants societHalf all mens hearts are

IMOGEN You make ame

IACHIMO He sits mongHe hath a kind of honoMore than a mortal seemMost mighty princess, tTo try your taking a falsHonourd with confirmIn the election of a sir soWhich you know cannoMade me to fan you thuUnlike all others, chaffl

IMOGEN Alls well, sir: tfor yours.

IACHIMO My humble thanks. I had almost forgotTo entreat your grace but in a small request,And yet of moment to, for it concernsYour lord; myself and other noble friends,Are partners in the business.

IMOGEN Pray, what ist?

IACHIMO Some dozen Romans of us and your lordThe best feather of our winghave mingled sumsTo buy a present for the emperorWhich I, the factor for the rest, have doneIn France: tis plate of rare device, and jewelsOf rich and exquisite form; their values great;And I am something curious, being strange,To have them in safe stowage: may it please youTo take them in protection?

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IACHIMO They are in aAttended by my men: To send them to you, I must aboard to-mor

IMOGEN O, no, no.

IACHIMO Yes, I beseecBy lengthening my retI crossd the seas on puTo see your grace.

IMOGEN I thank you foBut not away to-morr

IACHIMO O, I must, mTherefore I shall beseeTo greet your lord witI have outstood my timTo the tender of our p

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[Exeunt]

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16

ACT II

SCENE IBritain. Before CYMBELINEs palace.

[Enter CLOTEN and two Lords]

CLOTEN Was there ever man had such luck! When I kissed the jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had ahundred pound ont: and then a whoreson jackanapesmust take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mineoaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.

FIRST LORD What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl.

SECOND LORD [Aside] Ifbroke it, it would have

CLOTEN When a gentlemnot for any standers-by

SECOND LORD No my lo

[Aside]

nor crop the ears of the

CLOTEN Whoreson dogWould he had been one

SECOND LORD [Aside] T

CLOTEN I am not vexeda pox ont! I had ratherdare not fight with me, mother: every Jack-slavand I must go up and domatch.

SECOND LORD [Aside] Yyou crow cock, with yo

CLOTEN Sayest thou?

SECOND LORD It is not fundertake every compa

CLOTEN No, I know thaoffence to my inferiors.

SECOND LORD Ay, it is fi

CLOTEN Why, so I say.

FIRST LORD Did you hear of a stranger thats come to court to-night?

CLOTEN A stranger, and I not know ont!

SECOND LORD [Aside] Hes a strange fellow himself, and knows it not.

FIRST LORD Theres an Italian come; and, tis thought, one of Leonatus friends.

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CLOTEN Leonatus! A bawhatsoever he be. Who

FIRST LORD One of you

CLOTEN Is it fit I went tderogation int?

SECOND LORD You cann

CLOTEN Not easily, I th

SECOND LORD [Aside] Yyour issues, being fooli

CLOTEN Come, Ill go sto-day at bowls Ill win

SECOND LORD Ill attend

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s is his motheris ass! A woman that

brain; and this her sonenty, for his heart,

, poor princess,at thou endurest,ep-dame governd, plots, a wooerul expulsion isn that horrid acte! The heavens hold firmour, keep unshakedd, that thou mayst stand,

rd and this great land!

[Exit]

Cymbeline: ACT II

SCENE IIIMOGENs bedchamber in CYMBELINEs

palace: a trunk in one corner of it.

[IMOGEN in bed, reading; a Lady attending]

IMOGEN Whos there? My woman Helen?

LADY Please you, madam

IMOGEN What hour is it

LADY Almost midnight,

IMOGEN I have read threare weak:Fold down the leaf wherTake not away the taperAnd if thou canst awakeI prithee, call me. Sleep

To your protection I comFrom fairies and the temGuard me, beseech ye.

[Sleeps. IACHIMO co

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[Taking off her bracele

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[Clock strikes]

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[Enter CLOTEN and

FIRST LORD Your lordshloss, the most coldest t

CLOTEN It would make

FIRST LORD But not evetemper of your lordshipwhen you win.

CLOTEN Winning will pcould get this foolish Imenough. Its almost mo

FIRST LORD Day, my lor

CLOTEN I would this madvised to give her muwill penetrate.

[Enter Musicians]

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[SONG]

Hark, hark! The lark at heavens gate sings,And Phoebus gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chaliced flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes:With every thing that pretty is,My lady sweet, arise:Arise, arise.

CLOTEN So, get you gonconsider your music thein her ears, which horsevoice of unpaved eunuc

SECOND LORD Here com

CLOTEN I am glad I was I was up so early: he cannI have done fatherly.

[Enter CYMBELINE a

Good morrow to your mgracious mother.

CYMBELINE Attend you hstern daughter? Will she

CLOTEN I have assailed hvouchsafes no notice.

CYMBELINE The exile of She hath not yet forgot Must wear the print of hAnd then shes yours.

QUEEN You are most boWho lets go by no vantaPrefer you to his daughTo orderly soliciting, anWith aptness of the seasIncrease your services; sYou were inspired to doYou tender to her; that Save when command toAnd therein you are sen

CLOTEN Senseless! Not s

[Enter a Messenger]

MESSENGER So like you,The one is Caius Lucius

CYMBELINE A worthy fellow,Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;But thats no fault of his: we must receive himAccording to the honour of his sender;And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us,We must extend our notice. Our dear son,When you have given good morning to your mistress,Attend the queen and us; we shall have needTo employ you towards this Roman. Come, our queen.

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CLOTEN If she be up, ILet her lie still and dre

[Knocks]

By your leave, ho!I Know her women areIf I do line one of theirWhich buys admittancDianas rangers false thTheir deer to the standWhich makes the true Nay, sometime hangs bCan it not do and undOne of her women lawI yet not understand th

[Knocks]

By your leave.

[Enter a Lady]

LADY Whos there that

CLOTEN A gentleman.

LADY No more?

CLOTEN Yes, and a gen

LADY Thats moreThan some, whose tailCan justly boast of. Wh

CLOTEN Your ladys pe

LADY Ay,To keep her chamber.

CLOTEN There is gold fSell me your good repo

LADY How! My good nWhat I shall think is go[Exeunt all but CLOTEN]

speak with her; if not,.

bout her: whatands? Tis gold oft it doth; yea, and makesmselves, yield up the stealer; and tis goldan killd and saves the thief;th thief and true man: what I will maker to me, for

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nocks?

womans son.

s are as dear as yours,ts your lordships pleasure?

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[Enter IMOGEN]

CLOTEN Good morrow, fairest: sister, your sweet hand.

[Exit Lady]

IMOGEN Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much painsFor purchasing but trouble; the thanks I giveIs telling you that I am poor of thanksAnd scarce can spare th

CLOTEN Still, I swear I l

IMOGEN If you but saidIf you swear still, your rThat I regard it not.

CLOTEN This is no answ

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CLOTEN To leave you inI will not.

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CLOTEN Do you call me

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IMOGEN Profane fellowWert thou the son of Jupiter and no moreBut what thou art besides, thou wert too baseTo be his groom: thou wert dignified enough,Even to the point of envy, if twere madeComparative for your virtues, to be styledThe under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated

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in self-figured knot; that enlargement by crown, and must not soilwith a base slave.

For being preferred so

CLOTEN The south-fog

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[Enter PISANIO]

CLOTEN His garment!

IMOGEN To Dorothy m

CLOTEN His garment!

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But the worst of me. So, I leave you, sir,To the worst of discontent.

[Exit]

CLOTEN Ill be revenged:His meanest garment! Well.

[Exit]

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PHILARIO What means d

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Nof time,Quake in the present wiThat warmer days woulI barely gratify your lovI must die much your d

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[Enter IACHIMO]

PHILARIO See! Iachimo!

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Tyou by land;

And winds of all the comers kissd your sails,To make your vessel nimble.

PHILARIO Welcome, sir.

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nters state and wishd come: in these seard hopes,e; they failing,ebtor.

dness and your company this, your kingustus: Caius Luciusroughly: and I thinkend the arrearages,ans, whose remembrance.

do believe,e, nor like to be,ar; and you shall hearia sooner landedin than have tidingsid. Our countrymenhan when Julius Caesarill, but found

: their discipline, courages, will make known are people suchrld.

he swiftest harts have posted

Is one of the fairest th

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS

her beautyLook through a casemAnd be false with them

IACHIMO Here are let

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS

IACHIMO Tis very lik

PHILARIO Was Caius LWhen you were there

IACHIMO He was expeBut not approachd.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS

Sparkles this stone asToo dull for your goo

IACHIMO If I had lost I should have lost theIll make a journey twA second night of sucWas mine in Britain,

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS

come by.

IACHIMO Not a whit,Your lady being so ea

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS

Your loss your sport: Must not continue fri

IACHIMO Good sir, wIf you keep covenant.The knowledge of youWe were to question Profess myself the winTogether with your riOf her or you, havingBy both your wills.nd therewithal the best; or let

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for you.

heir tenor good, I trust.

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rth of it in gold. as far, to enjoyweet shortness which the ring is won.

he stones too hard to

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POSTHUMUS LEONATUS If you can maket apparentThat you have tasted her in bed, my handAnd ring is yours; if not, the foul opinionYou had of her pure honour gains or losesYour sword or mine, or masterless leaves bothTo who shall find them.

IACHIMO Sir, my circumstances,Being so near the truth as I will make them,Must first induce you toI will confirm with oathYoull give me leave to sYou need it not.

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IACHIMO First, her bedcWhere, I confess, I sleptHad that was well worthWith tapesty of silk andProud Cleopatra, when And Cydnus swelld aboThe press of boats or prSo bravely done, so richIn workmanship and vaCould be so rarely and eSince the true life ont w

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS TAnd this you might havOr by some other.

IACHIMO More particulaMust justify my knowle

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS SOr do your honour inju

IACHIMO The chimneyIs south the chamber, anChaste Dian bathing: neSo likely to report themWas as another nature, Motion and breath left o

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS TWhich you might from Being, as it is, much spo

IACHIMO The roof o theWith golden cherubins I had forgot themwerOf silver, each on one foDepending on their bra

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS TLet it be granted you ha

Be given to your remembrancethe descriptionOf what is in her chamber nothing savesThe wager you have laid.

IACHIMO Then, if you can,

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And now tis up agaiTo that your diamon

POSTHUMUS LEONATU

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POSTHUMUS LEONATU

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IACHIMO She writes s

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take this too;

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It is a basilisk unto mKills me to look ont.Where there is beautWhere theres anotheOf no more bondageThan they are to theiO, above measure fal

PHILARIO Have patienAnd take your ring aIt may be probable shWho knows if one ofHath stoln it from h

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IACHIMO By Jupiter,

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tsell her gift,he gave it me, and said

ay be she pluckd it off

you, doth she?

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eye, there be no honouruth, where semblance; love,an: the vows of women

to where they are made,rtues; which is nothing.

sir,; tis not yet won:st it; or women, being corrupted,

ery true;byt. Back my ring:oral sign about her,or this was stolen.

d it from her arm.

ark you, he swears; by Jupiter

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All sworn and honourable:they induced to steal it!

And by a stranger!No, he hath enjoyed her:The cognizance of her incontinencyIs this: she hath bought the name of whorethus dearly.There, take thy hire; andDivide themselves betw

PHILARIO Sir, be patientThis is not strong enougOf one persuaded well o

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS NShe hath been colted by

IACHIMO If you seekFor further satisfying, uWorthy the pressinglOf that most delicate loI kissd it; and it gave mTo feed again, though fuThis stain upon her?

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS AAnother stain, as big as Were there no more bu

IACHIMO Will you hear

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Scount the turns;Once, and a million!

IACHIMO Ill be sworn

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS NIf you will swear you haAnd I will kill thee, if thThoust made me cucko

IACHIMO Ill deny nothi

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS Oher limb-meal!I will go there and dot, Her father. Ill do some

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e are all bastards; man which Iknow not wheree coiner with his tools

et my mother seemd doth my wife vengeance, vengeance! she restraindrance; did it witheet view ontold Saturn; that I thought herow. O, all the devils!n hour,wast not?ance he spoke not, but,

a German one,; found no oppositionould oppose and sheuard. Could I find out

! For theres no motion, but I affirm it lying, note it,

hers; deceiving, hers;hers, hers; revenges, hers;ange of prides, disdain,utability,ed, nay, that hell knows,

but rather, all;

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In a true hate, to pray they have their will:The very devils cannot plague them better.

[Exit]

ACT III

SCENE IBritain. A hall in Cymbelines palace.

[Enter in state, CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN,and Lords at one door, and at another,CAIUS LUCIUS and Attendants]

CYMBELINE Now say, whwith us?

CAIUS LUCIUS When Juliuremembrance yetLives in mens eyes and wBe theme and hearing evAnd conquerd it, CassibFamous in Caesars praisThan in his feats deserviAnd his succession grantYearly three thousand poIs left untenderd.

QUEEN And, to kill the mShall be so ever.

CLOTEN There be many CEre such another Julius. A world by itself; and weFor wearing our own no

QUEEN That opportunityWhich then they had to We have again. RemembThe kings your ancestorsThe natural bravery of yAs Neptunes park, ribbeWith rocks unscalable anWith sands that will not But suck them up to theCaesar made here; but mOf Came and saw andThat first that ever touchFrom off our coast, twicePoor ignorant baubles!Like egg-shells moved upAs easily gainst our rockThe famed Cassibelan, wO giglot fortune!To mMade Luds town with reAnd Britons strut with c

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at would Augustus Caesar

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ill to ears and tongueser, was in this Britainelan, thine uncle,es, no whit less

ng itfor himed Rome a tribute,unds, which by thee lately

arvel,

aesars,Britain is will nothing payses.

take from s, to resumeer, sir, my liege,, together with

our isle, which standsd and paled ind roaring waters,bear your enemies boats, topmast. A kind of conquestade not here his brag overcame: with shamed himhe was carried beaten; and his shipping Upon our terrible seas,on their surges, crackds: for joy whereofho was once at pointaster Caesars sword,joicing fires bright

ourage.

o more tribute to be paid: our it was at that time; and,

such Caesars: other of

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them may have crookd noses, but to owe suchstraight arms, none.

CYMBELINE Son, let your mother end.

CLOTEN We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say I am one; but I have a hand. Why tribute? Why should we pay tribute? If Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray yo

CYMBELINE You must knTill the injurious RomaThis tribute from us, weCaesars ambition,Which swelld so much The sides o the world, aDid put the yoke upon Becomes a warlike peopOurselves to be.

CLOTEN We do. Lords

CYMBELINE Say, then, toOur ancestor was that MOrdaind our laws, whoHath too much mangleShall, by the power we hThough Rome be therefour laws,Who was the first of BriHis brows within a goldHimself a king.

CAIUS LUCIUS I am sorryThat I am to pronounceCaesar, that hath more Thyself domestic officerReceive it from me, thenIn Caesars name pronoFor fury not to be resistI thank thee for myself.

CYMBELINE Thou art weThy Caesar knighted mMuch under him; of himWhich he to seek of meBehoves me keep at utteThat the Pannonians anTheir liberties are now iWhich not to read woulSo Caesar shall not find

CAIUS LUCIUS Let proof

CLOTEN His majesty bids you welcome. Makepastime with us a day or two, or longer: ifyou seek us afterwards in other terms, youshall find us in our salt-water girdle: if youbeat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall inthe adventure, our crows shall fare the betterfor you; and theres an end.

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[Enter PISANIO, wit

PISANIO How? Of adulWhat monsters her acO master! What a stranIs falln into thy ear! WAs poisonous-tonguedOn thy too ready heariShes punishd for her More goddess-like thaAs would take in someThy mind to her is nowThy fortunes. How! ThUpon the love and truHave made to thy comIf it be so to do good sLet me be counted servThat I should seem to so much as this fact co

[Reading]

Dot: the letterthat I have sent her, byShall give thee opportuBlack as the ink thats Art thou a feodary for So virgin-like without?I am ignorant in what

[Enter IMOGEN]

IMOGEN How now, Pis

PISANIO Madam, here

IMOGEN Who? Thy lorO, learnd indeed werea letter from my lord.

That is my lord, Leonatus!at astronomermasters pleasure and he mine:me!

[Exeunt]

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ry? Wherefore write you notser? Leonatus,e infectionat false Italian,s handed, hath prevaild? Disloyal! No:

uth, and undergoes,wife-like, such assaultsirtue. O my master!as low as weret I should murder her? and vows which Iand? I, her? Her blood?

vice, nevereable. How look I,

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er own commandity. O damnd paper! thee! Senseless bauble,is act, and looksto, here she comes.m commanded.

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That knew the stars as I his characters;Held lay the future open. You good gods,Let what is here containd relish of love,Of my lords health, of his content, yet notThat we two are asunder; let that grieve him:Some griefs are medcinable; that is one of them,For it doth physic love: of his content,All but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Blest beYou bees that make these locks of counsel! LoversAnd men in dangerous bonds pray not alike:Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yetYou clasp young Cupids tables. Good news, gods!

[Reads]

Justice, and your fatherhis dominion, could nothe dearest of creatures,your eyes. Take notice tMilford-Haven: what yoadvise you, follow. So heremains loyal to his vowLEONATUS POSTHUMO, for a horse with wingHe is at Milford-Haven:How far tis thither. If oMay plod it in a week, wGlide thither in a day? TWho longst, like me, tolet me bate,-but not likeBut in a fainter kind:OFor mines beyond beyoLoves counsellor shouldTo the smothering of thTo this same blessed MiTell me how Wales was To inherit such a havenHow we may steal fromThat we shall make in tiAnd our return, to excuWhy should excuse be bWell talk of that hereaftHow many score of mileTwixt hour and hour?

PISANIO One score twixMadam, s enough for y

[Aside]

and too much too.

IMOGEN Why, one that rode tos execution, man,Could never go so slow: I have heard ofriding wagers,Where horses have been nimbler than the sandsThat run i the clocks behalf. But this is foolery:Go bid my woman feign a sickness; sayShell home to her father: and provide me presentlyA riding-suit, no costlier than would fitA franklins housewife.

PISANIO Madam, youre best consider.

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[Enter, from the caveand ARVIRAGUS fo

BELARIUS A goodly dayWhose roofs as low asInstructs you how to aTo a mornings holy oAre archd so high thatAnd keep their impiouGood morrow to the sWe house i the rock, yAs prouder livers do.

GUIDERIUS Hail, heave

ARVIRAGUS Hail, heave

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e, so being done,apprehend thus,ll things we see;rt, shall we findafer holdagle. O, this life for a cheque,

g for a bauble,man: nor here, nor here,e a fog in them,gh. Away, I prithee;o more to say,

ilford way.

[Exeunt]

NE IIIous country with a cave.

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ot to keep house, with suchurs! Stoop, boys; this gatere the heavens and bows youe: the gates of monarchs

iants may jet throughurbans on, without. Hail, thou fair heaven! use thee not so hardly

ountain sport: up to yond hill;read these flats. Consider,e me like a crow,ens and sets off;e what tales I have told youhe tricks in war:

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Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk:Such gain the cap of him that makes em fine,Yet keeps his book uncrossd: no life to ours.

GUIDERIUS Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged,Have never wingd from view o the nest, nor know notWhat airs from home. Haply this life is best,If quiet life be best; sweeter to youThat have a sharper known; well correspondingWith your stiff age: but A cell of ignorance; travA prison for a debtor, thTo stride a limit.

ARVIRAGUS What shouldWhen we are old as youThe rain and wind beat In this our pinching cavThe freezing hours awayWe are beastly, subtle asLike warlike as the wolf Our valour is to chase wWe make a quire, as dotAnd sing our bondage fr

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GUIDERIUS Uncertain fa

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[Exeunt GUI

How hard it is to hide tThese boys know little tNor Cymbeline dreamsThey think they are minup thus meanlyI the cave wherein theyThe roofs of palaces, anIn simple and low thingBeyond the trick of othThe heir of Cymbeline The king his father callWhen on my three-fooThe warlike feats I haveInto my story: say ThuAnd thus I set my foot oThe princely blood flowStrains his young nerveThat acts my words. ThOnce Arviragus, in as liStrikes life into my speeHis own conceiving.HO Cymbeline! Heaven aThou didst unjustly banAt three and two years Thinking to bar thee ofThou reftst me of my lThou wast their nurse; their mother,And every day do honoMyself, Belarius, that amThey take for natural fa

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[Enter PISANIO and

IMOGEN Thou toldst mthe placee; and though traind

bow, their thoughts do hit nature prompts them to prince it muchrs. This Polydore,nd Britain, who Guiderius,Jove!stool I sit and tellone, his spirits fly out

, mine enemy fell,n s neck; even then in his cheek, he sweats,

and puts himself in posture younger brother, Cadwal,e a figure,h and shows much moreark, the game is roused!d my conscience knowssh me: whereon,ld, I stole these babes;uccession, asnds. Euriphile,ey took thee for

r to her grave: Morgan calld,her. The game is up.

[Exit]

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MOGEN]

, when we came from horse, on, which attendsIll meet you in the valleys.

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e sparks of nature!ey are sons to the king;hat they are alive.

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Was near at hand: neer longd my mother soTo see me first, as I have now. Pisanio! Man!Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sighFrom the inward of thee? One, but painted thus,Would be interpreted a thing perplexdBeyond self-explication: put thyselfInto a havior of less fear, ere wildnessVanquish my staider senses. Whats the matter?Why tenderst thou thatA look untender? Ift beSmile tot before; if wintBut keep that countenanThat drug-damnd ItalyAnd hes at some hard pMay take off some extreWould be even mortal t

PISANIO Please you, readAnd you shall find me, wThe most disdaind of fo

IMOGEN [Reads] Thy mthe strumpet in my bed;bleeding in me. I speak from proof as strong as expect my revenge. Thafor me, if thy faith be nohers. Let thine own handthee opportunity at Milffor the purpose where, imake me certain it is dodishonour and equally t

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PISANIO Alas, good lady

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IMOGEN True honest mfalse Aeneas,Were in his time thougDid scandal many a holFrom most true wretchWilt lay the leaven on aGoodly and gallant shalFrom thy great fall. ComDo thou thy masters biA little witness my obedI draw the sword myselThe innocent mansion Fear not; tis empty of aThy master is not thereThe riches of it: do his bThou mayst be valiant iBut now thou seemst a

PISANIO Hence, vile insThou shalt not damn m

IMOGEN Why, I must dAnd if I do not by thy hNo servant of thy masteThere is a prohibition sThat cravens my weak hSomethings aforet. SoObedient as the scabbarThe scriptures of the loAll turnd to heresy? AwCorrupters of my faith!Be stomachers to my heBelieve false teachers: thare betraydDo feel the treason sharStands in worse case of And thou, Posthumus, My disobedience gainsAnd make me put into Of princely fellows, shaIt is no act of common A strain of rareness: and 27

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coward.

rument!y hand.

;nd, thou arts. Against self-slaughter divineand. Come, heres my heart.t, soft! Well no defence;d. What is here?al Leonatus,ay, away,You shall no morert. Thus may poor fools

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To think, when thou shalt be disedged by herThat now thou tirest on, how thy memoryWill then be pangd by me. Prithee, dispatch:The lamb entreats the butcher: wheres thy knife?Thou art too slow to do thy masters bidding,When I desire it too.

PISANIO O gracious lady,Since I received command to do this businessI have not slept one wink.

IMOGEN Dot, and to bed then.

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PISANIO But to win timeTo lose so bad employmI have considerd of a coHear me with patience.

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IMOGEN Nay, be briefI see into thy end, and am almostA man already.

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QUEEN And you!

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