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Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,- And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charm'd', An honest one, I warrant; who deserv'd
Could not find death, where I did hear hiin groan; So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, Nor feel him, where he struck : Being an ugly In doing this for his country-athwart the lane,
inonster, He, with two striplings (lads more like to run 5 \'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, The country base", than to cominit such slaughter; Sweet words ; or liath more ministers than we With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer
That draw his knives i' the war.-Well, I will Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame”),
find him : Made good the passage ; cry'd to those that fied, For, being now a favourer to the Roman, Our Britain's harts die flying, not our men: 10 No more a Briton, I have resum'd again To darkness ficet, souls that fly backwards ! Stand! The part I came in: Fight I will no more, Or we are Romans, and will give you that But yield me to the veriest hind, that shall Like btusts, which you shun beastly; and may save, Once touch my shoặlder. Great the slaughter is But to look back in frown : stand, stand. These Here made by the Roman; great the answer be Three thousand confident, in act as many, [three, 15 Britons must take: For me, my ransom's death; (For three performers are the file, when alī On either side I come to spend my breath ; The rest do nothing) with this word, stand, stand, Which neither here I'll keep, nor bear again, Accommodated by the place, more charming But end it by some means for Imogen. With their own nobleness,(which couldhaveturn’d Enter two British Captains, and Soldiers. A distaff to a lance) gilded pale looks, [coward 20. ! Cap. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is taken:
a Part, shame, part, spirit renew'd; that some, turn'd 'Tis thought, the old man and his sons were angels, But by example (0, a sin in war,
2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, Damn'd in the first beginners!)—’gan to look That
the affront'with them. The way that they did, and to grin like lions i Cap. So'tis reported;
[there? L'pon the pikes of the hunters. Then began 25 But none of them can be found. Stand! Who's A stop i' the chaser, a retire ; anon,
Post. A Roman; A rout, confusion thick: Forthwith, they fly Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds Chickens, thewaywhichtheystoop'deagles; slaves, Had answer'd him. The strides they victors made: And now our cow- 2 Cap. Lay hands on him ; A dog! (Like fragments in hard voyages, became [ards, 30 A leg of Rome shall not return to tell [his service The life o' the need) having found the back-door What crows have peck'd them here: He brags open
[wound! As if he were of note : bring him to the king. Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they Enter Cymbeline, Belarius; Guiderius, Arviragus, Sonne,slain before; soine,dying; some, their friends Pisanio, and Roman Captives. The Captains Verborne i’ the former wave: ten, chas'd by one, 35 present Pos humus to Cymbeline, who deliver's Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty: him over to a Gaoler : after which, all go out. Those, that would die or ere resist, are grown
SCENE IV. The mortal bugs 'o' the field.
A Prison. Lord. This was strange chance ;
Enter Posthumus, and two Gaolers. A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys! 1401 1 Gaol. You shali not now be stolen, you have Post. Nay, do not wonder at it: You are made
locks upon you® ; Rather to wonder at the things you hear, so graze, as you find pasture. Than to work any. Will you rhymne upon't, 2 Gaol. Ay, or a stomach. [Exeunt Gailers, And vent it for a mockery? Here is one:
Post. Most welcome, bondage ! for thou art a Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane, 45 1 think, to liberty : Yet am I better Preseru'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane. Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir.
Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur'd (rather Post.' 'Lack, to what end?
By the sure physician, death; who is the key Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend : To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art For if he'll do, as he is made to do,
[give me I know, he'll quickly fly my friendship too. More than my shanks,and wrists : You good gods, You have put me into rhyme.
The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt, Lord. Farewell; you are angry.
[E.rit. Then, free for ever! Is't enough, I am sorry? Poşt. Still going :- This is a lord: O noble Do children temporal fathers do appease; misery !
155 Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent? To be i' the field, and ask, what news, of me! i cannot do it better than in gyves, To-day, how many would have given their honours Desir’d, more than constrain'd: to satisfy, To have say'd their carcases ? took heel to do't,
freedom 'tis the main part, take * This alludes to a rustic game called prison-bars, vulgarly prison-base. 2 Shame for modesty. ' i. e. terrors. * Alluding to the common superstition of charms being powerful enough to keep men unhurt in battle. It was derived from our Saxon ancestors, and so is common to us with the Germans, who are, above all other people, given to this superstition; which made Erasmus, where, in his Moric Encomium, he gives to each nation its proper characteristic, say,
« Germani corporum proceritate & magiæ cognitione sibi placent.” Answer, as once in this play before, means reialiation. • Silly is simple or rustic. "That is, that turned their faces to the enemy, This wit of Phe gaoler alludes to the custom of putting a lock ou a horse's leg, when he is turned to pasture.
lf of my
No stricter sonder of me, than my all ?.
2 Bro. From this, from stiller seats we came, I know you are more clement than vile men,
Our parents, and us twain,
Fell bravely, and were slain;
With honour to maintain. 'Tis not so dear, yet ’tis a life; you coin'd it: i Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath "Tween man and man,they weigh not everystamp; To Cymbeline perform’d: Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake; Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods, You rather mine, being yours: And so, great 10 Why hast tbou thus adjourn'd If you will take this audit, take this life, (powers, The graces for his merits due; And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen!
Being all to dolours turn'd? I'll speak to thee in silence. He sleeps. Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out :
No longer exercise, Solemn Musick. Enter, as inan apparition, Sicilius 15 Upon a valiant race, thy harsh
Leonatus, fatherto Posthumus,unold man,attired And potent injuries : like a warrior; leading in his hand an ancient Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good, matron, his wife, and mother to Posthumus, with Take off his miseries. musick before them. Then, after other musick, Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion; help! follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Post-20 Or we poor ghosts will cry humus, with rounds as they died in the wars. To the shining synod of the rest, They circle Posthumus round, as he lies sleeping. Against thy deity.
2 Bro. Help, Jupiter ; or we appeal, Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, shew
And froni thy justice fly. Thy spite on mortal flies:
25 Jupiter descends in thund:r and lightning, sitting With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,
upon an eagle: he throws a thunder-bolt. Tlee That thy adulteries
ghosts fall on their knees. Rates, and revenges.
Jupit. No more, you petty spirits of region low, Hath my poor boy done aught but well,
Offend our hearing; hush !-How dare you Whose face I never saw?
301 ghosts I dy'd, whilst in the womb he stay'd,
Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt you know, Attending Nature's law.
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts? Whose father then (as men report,
Poor shadows of Elysium, hence; and rest Thou orphan's father art,),
Upon your never-withering banks of flowers : Thou should'st have been, and shielded him 35 Be not with mortal accidents opprest; From this earth-vexing smart.
No care of yours it is : you know, 'tis ours. M1oth. Lucina lent not me her aid,
Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift, But took me in my throes;
The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; That from me was Posthumus ript,
Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift ; Came crying 'mongst his foes,
40 His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. A thing of pity!
Our Jovial star reign’d at his birth, and in Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,
Our temple was he married.--Rise, and fade! Moulded the stuff so fair,
He shall be lord of lady Imogen, That he deserv'd the praise o’the world,
And happier much by his afliction made. As great Sicilius' heir.
45 This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein i Bro. When once he was mature for man, Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine ;In Britain where was he
And so, away: no farther with your din That could stand up his parallel ;
Express in patience, lest you stir up mine.-. Or fruitful object be
Mount,eagle,tomypalace crystalline. [Ascends. In eye of Imogen, that best
50 Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath Could deem his dignity?
Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle loth. Withinarriage wherefore was lic mock'd, Stoop'd, as to foot us; his ascension is To be exil'd, and thrown
More sweet than our blest liekls; his royal bird From Leonati' scat, and cast
Prunes ? the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, From her his dearest one,
55 As when his god is pleas'd. Sweet Imogen?
All. Thanks, Jupiter!
[ter'd Siei. Why did you suffer lachimo,
Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enSlight thing of Italy,
His radiant roof:-Away ! and, to be blest, To taini bis nobler heart and brain
Let us with care perform his great behest.[Vanis'. With needless jealousy ;
Post. [waking. ] Sleep, thou hast been a grandAud to become the geck and scorn
sire, and begot O'the other's villainy?
(A father to me: and thou hast created Meaning, his life, if it is the main part, the chief point, or principal condition of his freedom, i. e. of his freedom from future punishment. ? A bird is said to prune himself when he clears his feathers from superfiuities. - i. e.clazs.---To claw their beaks, is an accustomed action with hawks and eagles.
A mother, and two brothers: But (O scorn!) Gagl. Your death has eyes in's head then; I Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born, have not seen him so pictur’d: you must either And so I am awake.- Poor wretches that depend be directed by some that take upon them to know; On greatness' favour, dream as I have done; or take upon yourself that, which I am sure you
I Wake, and find nothing.But, alas, I swerve: 5 do not know; or jump the after-enquiry Son Many dream not to find, neither deserve, your own peril: and how you shall speed in And yet are steep'd in favours; so am I, your journey's end, I think, you'll never return That have this golden chance, and know not why.
to tell one. What fairies haunt this ground: A book? O, Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want rare one!
10 eyes, to direct them the way I am going, but Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment such as wink, and will not use them. Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects
Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, man should have the best use of eyes, to see the As good as promise.
way of blindness! I am sure, hanging.'s the way [Reads.]
15 of winking. “ When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself un
Enter a Messenger. “ known, without seeking tind, and be embrac'd
Mes. Knock off his manacles; bring your “by a piece of tender air; and when from a prisoner to the king. “ stately cedar shall be lopt branches, which, be- Post. Thou bring'st good news; I am call'd to “ ing dead many years, shållafter revive, be joint-20 be made free. “ed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then Gaol. I'll be hang'd then. “ shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be
Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no “ fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty." boltsfor the dead.[Exeunt Posthumus : Messenger. 'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen Guol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, Tongue, and brain not: either both, or nothing :: 125 and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such prone . Yet, on my conscience, there are verier As sense cannot untie'. Be what it is,
knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman: and The action of my life is like it, which
there be some of them too, that die against their I'll keep if but for sympathy;
wills; so should I, if I were one. I would we Re-enter Gaolers.
30 were all of one mind, and one mind good; 0, Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death? there were desolation of gaolers, and gallowses ! Post. Over-roasted rather : ready long ago. I speak against my present profit ; but my wish Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir; it you be hath a preferment in 't.
[Exit. ready for that, you are well cook’d.
SC EN E V. Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spec-35
Cymbeline's Tent. tators, the dish pays the shot.
Enter Cymbeline, Belurius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir: But the
Pisanio, and Lords. comfortis, you shall be call’dto no more payments, Cym. Stand by my side, you, whom the gods fear no more tavern bills; which are often the
have made sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you 40 Preservers of my throne. Woe is any heart, come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling That the poor soldier, that so richly fought, with too much drink; sorry that you have paid Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked too much, and sorry that you are paid too much ;)
breast purse and brain both empty: the brain the hea- Stept before targe of proof, cannot be found: vier, for being too. light; the purse too light, be- 45 He shall be happy that can find him, if ing drawn of heaviness: 0! of this contradic- Our grace can make him so. tion you shall be now quit.-0, the charity of a Bel. I never saw penny cord ! it sums up thousands in a trice: you Such noble fury in so poor a thing; have no true debitor and creditor : but it; of Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought wbat's past, is, and to come, the discharge :- 50 But beggary and poor looks. Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters; so Cym. No tidings of him?
[living, the acquittance follows.
Pisa. He hathbeen search'd among the dead and Post. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. But no trace of him,
Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the Cym. To my grief, I am tooth-ache: But a man that were to sleep your 55 The heir of his reward; which I will add sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, he would change places with his officer: for, look [To Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. you, sir, you know not which way you shall
go. By whoin, I grant, she lives: 'Tis now the time Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.
To ask of whence you are:-report it. 'The meaning, according to Dr. Johnson, is this : “ This is a dream or madness, or both,mor nothing ;--but whether it be a speech without consciousness, asin a dream, ora speech unintelligible, as in madness, be it as it is, it is like my course of life.” * i. e. sorry that you have paid too much out of your pocket, and sorry that you are paid or subdued, too much by the liquor. 3 Drawn is embowelld, exenterated. Debitor and creditor for an accounting book, That is, venture at it without thought. • i. e. forward.
And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! In Cambria are we bom, and gentlenien : Enter Lucius, Iachimo, and other Roman prisoners; Further to boast, were neither true nor modest,
Posthumus behind, and Imogen. Unless I add, we are honest.
Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Cym. Bow your knees :
5 The Britons have raz'd out, though with the loss Arise my knights o' the battle ; I create you Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made Companions to our person, and will fit you
[ter With dignities becoining your estates.
That their good souls may be appeas’d with slaughEnter Cornelius, and Ladies.
Of you their captives, which ourself have granted: There's business in these faces :—Why so sadly 10 so think of your estate. Greet you our victory? you look like Romans, Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day And not o' the court of Britain.
Was yours by accident: had it gone with us, Cor. Hail, great king!
We should not, when the blood was cold, have To sour your happiness, I must report
threaten'd The queen is dead.
15 Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Cym. Whom worse than a physician
Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives Would this report become? But I consider, May be call’d ransom, let it come: sufficeth, By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer: Will seize the doctor too. --How ended she? Augustus lives to think on't: And so much
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life ; 20 For my peculiar care. This one thing only Which, being cruel to the world,
concluded I will entreat; My boy, a Briton born, Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd, Let him be ransom'd: never master had I will report, so please you: These her women A gage so kind, so duteous, diligent, Can trip me, if I err; who, with wet cheeks, So tender over his occasions, true, Were present when she finish'd,
25 So feat', so nurse-like: let his virtuejoin Cym. Pr’ythee, say.
With my request, which, I'll make bold, your Cor.First, she confess'd she never lov’dyou;only
highness Affected greatness got by you, not you :
Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm, Married your royalty ; was wife to your place; Though he have serv'd a Roman: save hin, sir, Abhorr'd your person.
30 And spare no blood beside. Cym. She alone knew this :
Cym. I have surely seen him: And, but she spoke it dying, I would not His favour ’is familiar to me :-Boy, Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed. [lovel Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, and art
Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to Aine own. I know not why, wherefore, I say, With such integrity, she did confess
35 Live, boy: ne'er thank thy master; live: Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, -But that her tight prevented it, she had
Fitting my bounty, and thy state, I'll give it; Ta'en off by poison.
Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, Cym. O most delicate fiend !
The noblest ta’en. Who is 't can read a woman - Is there more? 401 Imo. I humbly thank your highness. Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, Luc. I do not bid thec beg niy life, good lad; she had
And yet I know, thou wilt.
I For you a mortal mineral ; which, being took, Imo. No, no; alack, Should by the minute fced on life, and ling'ring, There's another work in hand: I see a thing By inches waste you: In which time she purpos’d, 45 Bitter to me as death : your life, good master, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to Must shullie for itself. O’ercoine you with her shew: yes, and in time, Luc. The boy disdains me, (When she had fitted you with her craft) to work He leaves me, scorns me: Briefly die their joys, Her son into the adoption of the crown. That place thein on the truth of girls and boys.:-But failing of her end by his strange absence, 50 Why stands he so perplex'd? Grew shaineless-desperate; opeu'd, in despight Cym. What would'st thou, boy? Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented Uove thee more and more; think more and more The ills she hatch'd were not effected; so, What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st op? Despairing, dy'd.
all this, her women? 55 Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? Lady: We did, so please your highness.
Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin io me, Cym. Mine eyes
Than I to your highness; who, being born your Were not in fault, for she was beautiful ;
\m something nearer. Mine ears, that heard her flattery ; nor my heart, Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so ? That thought her like her seening; it had been 60 Tino. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please vicious,
To give me hearipg: To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! Cym. Ay, with all my heart, That it was folly in me, thou may'st say, And lend my best attention. What's thy name? !1. e. so ready; so dexterous in waiting,
j. e. his countenance.
Imo. Fidele, sir.
Postures beyond brief nature ?; for condition, Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page; A shop of all the qualities that man I'll be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely. Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving,
(Cymbeline and Imogen walk aside. Fairness, which strikes the eye: Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death?
Cym. I stand on fire:
Come to the matter.
[humus, Whọ dy'd, and was Fidele-What think you? Untess thou would'st grieve quickly—This Post
Guid. The same dead thing alive. (torbear; (Most like a noble lord in love, and one
Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; 10That had a royal lover) took his hint; Creatures may be alike; were 't he, I am sure And, not dispraising whom he prais'd, (therein He would have spoke to us.
He was as calm as virtue) he began Guid. But we saw him dead.
His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being Bel. Be silent; let's see further,
made, Pisan. It is my mistress :
[Aside. 15 And then a mind put in't, either our brags. Since she is living, let the time run on,
Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description To good or bad. (Cymn. and Imogen come forward. Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Cym. Come, stand thou by our side;
Cm. Nay, nay, to the purpose. Make thy demand aloud.—Sir, step you forth; lach. Your daughter's chastity--there it begins.
[To luchimo. 2011e spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams, Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; And she alone were cold: Whereat, I, wretch! Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it,
Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd withhiin Which is our bonour, bitter torture shall
Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak Cpon his honour'd finger to attain to him.
(der 25 In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may ren- By hers and mine adultery; he, true knight, Of whom he had this ring.
No lesser of her honour confident Post. What's that to him?
[Aside. Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, And would so, had it been a carbuncle How came it yours?
30 Of Phæbus' wbeel; and might so safely, had it lach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Post I in this design: Well may you, sir, Cym. How ! me?
[which Remember me at court, where I was taught, Tach. I am glad to be constrain’d to atter that Of your chaste daughter the wide difference Torments me to conceal. By villainy 35 "Twixtamorousandvi lainous.Being thus quench'd I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel,
Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain . Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may 'Gan in your duller Britain operate grieve thee,
Most visely, for my 'vantage, excellent; As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd (my lord: And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd, Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, 40 That I return’d with simular proof enough Cym. All that belongs to this.
To make the noble Leonatas mad, Jach. That paragon, thy daughter, (spirits By wounding his belief in her renown For whom my heart drops blood, and my false
With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes Quail 'to remember,--Give me leave; I jaint. Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this, her bracelet, Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy 45 (0, cunning, how I got it !) nay, some marks strength:
Of secret on her person, that he could not I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, Than die e'er I hear more; strive, man, and speak. I having ta’en the forfeit. Whereupon,-. lech. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock
Methinks I see him now, That struck the hour!) it was in Rome, (accurs’o 50 Post. Ay, so thou dost, [Coming forward The mansion where!) 'twas at a feast, (0, 'would Italian fiend !--Ah me, most credulous fool, Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least, Egregious murderer, thief, any thing Those which I heav'd to head !) the good Post- That's due to all the villains past, in being, humus
To come!-0, give me cord or knife or poison, (What should I say? he was too good, to be 55 Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out Where ilf men were; and was the best of all For tortures ingenious: it is I Among the rar'st of good ones) sitting sadly, That all the abhorred things o'the earth amenda Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
By being worse than they. I am Posthumus, For beauty that made barren the swell’d boast I hat kill'd thy daughter:-villain-like, I lie; Of hini that best could speak: for feature, laming 60 That caus’d a leser villain than myself
, The shrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerva, A sacrilegious thief, to do't:-the temple
· To quail is to sink into dejection. ? i. e. the ancient statues of Venus and Minerva, which exceeded, in beauty of exact proportion, any living bodies, the work of brief nature, i. e, of hasty unelaborate nature.