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Of virtue was she ; yes, and she herself'.

You had a motive for it. Spit and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set

[To Guiderius and Arviragus. The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain Cym. My tears, that fall, Be call’d Posthumus Leonatus: and

Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
Be villainy less than 'twas!0 Imogen! 5 Thy mother's dead.
My queen, my life, my wife! O Imnogen,

Imo. I'm sorry for't, my lord.
Imogen, Imogen!

Cym. O, she was naught; and, long of her it was, Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear

That we meet here so strangely: But her son Post. Shall's have a play of this? thou scornful Is gone, we know not how, nor where. page, 10 Pisan. My lord,

(ten, There lie thy part: (Striking her, she falls. Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Clo Pisan. O, gentlemen, help

Upon my lady's missing, came to me Mine, and your mistress,-0 my lord Posthumus! With his sword drawn;

foam'd at the niouth, and You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now :Help, help!

swore, Mine honour'd lady!

151f I discover'd not which way she was gone, Cym. Does the world go round?

It was my instant death: By accident, Post. How come these staggers ? on me? I had a feigned letter of my master's Pisan. Wake, my mistress !

Then in my pocket; which directed him Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To seek her on the mountains near to Milford; To death with mortal joy.

20 Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Pisan. How faręs my mistress?

Which he inforc'd from nie, away he posts Imo. O, get thee from my sight;

With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate Thou gav'st me poison : dangerous fellow, hence! My lady's honour: what became of him, Breathe not where princes are.

I further know not. Cym. The tune of Imogen!

[me, if 25 Guid. Let me end the story: Pisan. Lady,the gods throw stones of sulphuron I slew him there. That box I gave you was not thought by me Cym. Marry, the gods forefend! A precious thing; I had it from the queen. I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Cym. New matter still?

Pluck a hard sentence: pr’ythee, valiant youth, Imo. It poison’d me.

30 Deny't again. Cor. O gods!

Guid. I have spoke it, and I did it. I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, Cym. He was a prince.

[me Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio Guid. A most uncivil one. The wrongs he did Have, said she, given his mistress that confection Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv'd 135 With language that would make me spurn the sea, As I would serve a rat.

If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head;
Cym. What's this, Cornelius ?

And am right glad, he is not standing here
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me To tell this tale of mine.
To temper poisons for her; still pretending

Cym. I am sorry for thee:

[must The satisfaction of her knowledge, only 40 By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs, Endure our law: 'Thou art dead. Of no esteem; I, dreading that her purpose

Imo. That headless man Was of more danger, did comp

und for her

I thought had been my lord.
A certain stuff, which being ta'en, would cease Cym. Bind the offender,
The present power of life; but, in short time, 15 And take him from our presence.
All oifices of nature should again

Bel. Stay, sir king:
Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it? This man is better than the man he slew, .
Imo: Most like I did, for I was dead.

As well descended as thyself; and hath
Bel. My boys,

More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens There was our error.

50 Had ever scar for.--Let his arms alone; Guid. This is sure Fidele. [you?

[To the Guard. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded ladyfrom They were not born for bondage. Think that you are upon a rock; and now Cym. Why, old soldier, Throw me again.

Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, 55 By tasting of our wrath? How of descent Till the tree die !

As good as we? Cym. How now, my flesh, my child?

Ard. In that he spake too far. What, mak'st thou me a dullard' in this act? Cym. And thou shalt die for 't. Wilt thou not speak to me?

Bel. We will die all three: Imo. Your blessing, sir.

[Kneeling.60 But I will prove, that two of us are as good Bel. Though you did love this youth, i blame As I have given out him.--My sons, I must, you pot;

For my own part, unfold a dangerous speech, 1 i. e. Virtue herself. ? This wild and delirious perturbation. --Staggers is the horse's apoplexy 3 A dullard in this place nicans a person stupidly unconcerned.



Though, haply, well for you.

It was a mark of wonder. Art. Your danger's ours.

Bel. This is he; Guid. And our good his.

Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: Bel. Have at it then.

[who It was wise nature's end in the donation, By leave ;-Thou had'st, great king, a subject, 5 To be his evidence now. Was call'd Belarius.

Cym. O, what am I Cym. What of him? is

A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother A banish'd traitor.

Rejoic'd deliverance more:— Blest may you be, Bel. He it is, that hath

That, after this strange starting from your orlis, Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; 10 You may reign in them now! Imogen, I know not how, a traitor.

Thou hast lost by this a kingdom, Cym. Take him hence;

Imo. No, my lord;

[thers, The whole world shall not save him.

I have got two worlds by 't.-O my gentle broBel. Not too hot:

Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter, First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; 15 But I ain truest speaker: you cali'd me brother, And let it be confiscate all, so soon

When I was but your sister; I you brothers, As I have receiv'd it.

When you were so indeed. Cym. Nursing of my sons?


Cym. Did you c'er meet? Bel. I am too blunt and saucy: Here's my Aro. Ay, my good lord. Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons ;

20 Guid. And at first meeting lov'd; Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, Continued so, until we thought he died. These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. And think they are iny sons, are none of mine; Cym. O rare instinct! They are the issue of your loins, my liege, When shall I hear all through? This fierce ? And blood of your begetting.


abridgement Cym. How! my issue!

Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Bel. Sosure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Distinction should be rich in. Where? how Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish’d:

liv’d you? Your pleasure was my near offence, my punish- And when came you to serve our Roman captive? Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, [ment 30 Mow parted with your brothers ? how first met Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes

them? (For such and so they are) these twenty years Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I And your three motives to the battle, with Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as know not how much more, should be demanded; Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, 35 And all the other by-dependancies, [place, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't; Will serve our long intergatories. See, Having receiv'd the punishment before,

Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye, Excited me to treason: Their dear loss, 40 On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Each object with a joy: the counter-change Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, Here are your sons again; and I must lose And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.Two of the sweet'st companions in the world:- Thou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever. The benediction of these covering heavens 145

[To Belarius. Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy Imo. You are my father too; and did relievo me To inlay heaven with stars.

To see this gracious season. Cym. Thou weep'st and speak'st.

Cym. All o'er-joy'd, The service, that you three have done, is more Save these in bonds : let them he joyful too, Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my children; 50 For they shall taste our comfort. If these be they, I know not how to wish

Imo. My good master, A pair of worthier sons.

do Bel. Be pleas'd a while.

Luc. Happy be you! This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,

Cym. The forlorn soldier, that'so nobly foughf, Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius: 155 He would have well becom'd this place,and grac'd This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus, The thankings of a king. Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lap'd Post. I ain, sir, In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand The soldier that did company these three Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for I can with ease produce.

60 The purpose I then follow'd:-That I was he, Cym. Guiderius had

Speak, lachimo; I had you down, and might Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;

(Have made you finish.
| Meere is very properly proposed by Mr-Tyrwhitt. : Fierce is vehement, rapid.


I will yet

you service,



Tach. I am down again :

(To pay our wonted tribute, from the which But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;


On whom heaven's justice (both on her, and het's) As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech Hath lay'd most heavy hand. Which I so often owe: but your ring first; [you, 5 Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune And here the bracelet of the truest princess, The harmony of this peace. The vision That ever swore her faith.

Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke Post. Kneel not to me:

Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant The power that I have on you, is to spare you; Is full accomplished: For the Roman eagle, The malice towards you, tó forgive you: Live, 10 From south to west on wing soaring aloft, And deal with others better.

Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun Cym. Nobly doom'd:

So vanish’d: which fore-shew'd,ourprincelyeagle, We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law ; The imperial Cæsar, should again unite Pardon's the word to all.

His favour with the radiant Cymbeline; Art: You holp us, sir.

115 Which shines here in the west. As you did mean indeed to be our brother ; Cym. Laud we the gods ; Joy'd are we, that you are.

And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Post. Your servant, princes.- -Good my lord From our blest altars! Publish we this peace of Rome,

To all our subjects. Set we forward: Let
Call forth your soothsayer : As I slept, methought, 20 A Roman and a British ensign wave
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle backd,

Friendly together: so thro' Lud's town march;
Appeard to me, with other sprightly shews! And in the temple of great Jupiter
Of mine own kindred: when I wak’d, I found Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.-
This label on my bosom; whose containing Set on there :-Never was a war did cease,
Is so from sense in hardness, that I can 125 Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace
Make no collection of it: let him shew

[Exeunt omnes. His skill in the construction. Luc. Philarmonus,

A SONG, sung by Guiderius and Arriragus oret Sooth. Here, my good lord.

Fidele, supposed to be dead. Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

301 Soothsuyer reads.

By Mr. WILLIAM COLLINS. “ When as a lion's whelp shall to himself

1. “ unknown, without seeking find, and be em- To fair Fidele's grassy tomb, “ brac'd by a piece of tender air ; and when from Soft maids and village hinds shall bring

a stately cedar shall be lopt branches, which, 35 Each op'ning sweet, of earliest bloom, “ being dead many years, shall after revive, bé And rifle all the breathing spring. joined to the old stock, and freshly grow; then

“ shall Posthumus end his iniseries, Britain be No wailing ghost shall dare appear
fortunate, and flourish in

and plenty."

To ver with shrieksthis quiet grove:
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;

40 But shepherd-lads assemble here, The fit and apt construction of thy name,

And melting virgins own their love. Being Leo-natus, doth import so much;

3. The piece of tender air thy virtuous daughter, No wither'd witch shall here be seen,

[To Cymbeline. No goblins lead their rightly crew: Which we call mollis aer ; and mollis aer 45 The female fays shall haunt the green, We terin it mulier: which mulier, I divine, (now And dress thy grave with pearly deto. Is this most constant wife; [To Post.] who, even

4. Answering the letter of the oracle,

The red-breast oft at et'ning hours Unknown to you, unsought, were clip'd about, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With this most tender air.

150 With hoery moss, and gather'd flowers, Cym. This hath some seeming.

To deck the ground where thou art luid. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,

5. Personates thee: and thy lopt branches point, When howling winds, and beating rain, Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarius stolen,

In tempests shake the sylran cell; For many years thought dead, are now reviv’d,55 Or?midst the chace on ev'ry plain, To the majestic cedar join’d; whose issue

The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Promises Britain peace and plenty.


Each lonely scene shall thee restore; My peace we will begin :--And, Caius Lucius, For thee the tear be duly shed: Although the victor, we subinit to Cæsar, 60 Belov'd, till life could charm no more ; And to the Roman empire, promising

And mourn'd, till pity's self be dead. · Sprightly shews are ghostly appearances; but should be read spritely shetus. ? A collection is a corollary, a consequence deduced from premises.

Cym. Well,

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Knights attending on the King, Officers, Messengers, Soldiers, and Attendants.

SCENE, Britain.

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-Do you know this noble gentleman, Edınund?

Edm. No, my lord.
King Lear's Palace.

Glo. My lord of Kent. Remember him here-
Enter Kent, Gloster, and Edmund. after as my honourable friend.
Kent. I THOUGHT, the king

had more affected 5

Edm. My services to your lordship. [ter. the duke of Albany,

Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you betGlo. It did always seem so to us: but now, in Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving. the division of the kingdom, it appears not which Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away of the dukes he values most; for equalities are he shall again :--The king is coming. so weighed, that curiosity' in neither can make 10

(Trumpets sound within, choice of either's moiety.

Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Kent. Is not this your son, my lord ?

Cordelia, and Attendants. Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that

Gloster. now I am braz'd to 't.

115 Glo.Ishall, myliege. [ExeuntGloster and Edmund. Kent. I cannot conceive you.

Lear. Mean time we shall express our darker' Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could:

purpose. whereupon she grew round-womb'd; and had, The map there.-Know, that we have divided indeed, sir, a son for her cradle, ere she had a In three our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intent husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault ? 20 To shake all cares and business from our age;

Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue Conferring them on younger strengths, while we of it being so proper.

Unburthen'd crawl toward death. Our son of Glo. But I have, sir, a son by order of law,

Cornwall, some years elder than this, who is yet no dearer in And you, our no less loving son of Albany, my account, though this knave came somewhat|25 We have this hour a constant * will to publish saucily into the world before he was sent for: yet Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife was his mother fair; there was good sport at his May be prevented now. The princes, France and making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged.

Burgundy, * Curiosity is scrupulousness, or captiousness. The strict sense of the word moiety is half, one of two equal parts : but Shakspeare commonly uses it for any part or division. Durker, for more secret ; pot for indirect, oblique. * Constant is firm, determined.



[ter, 101


Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, They love you all : Haply, when I shall wed, Longinourcourt have made their amorous sojourn, Thai lord, u hose hand must take my plight, shall

น! And here are to be answer'd.—Tell me, my daugh

carry (Since now we will divest us, both of rule, [ters, Half my love with him, half my care, and duty: Interest of territory, cares of state,)

5 Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,
Which of you, shall we say, doth love us most ? To love my father all.
That we our largest bounty may extend

Leur. But goes thy heart with this?
Where nature doth with merit challenge.-Go- Cor. Ay, my good lord.
Our eldest born, speak tirst.

(neril, Lear. So

young, and so untender ? Gon. Sir, I

Cor. So young, my lord, and true. (dower: Do love you more than words can wield the inat- Leur. Let it be so—Thy truth then be thy Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty ; For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, Beyond what can be valued rich or rare; (nour:

The mysteries of Hecate, and the night; No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, ho- By all the operations of the orbs, As much as child e'er lov’d, or father found 15 from whom we do exist, and cease to be; A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Beyond all manner of so much. I love you. Propinquity and property of blood, l'or. What shall Cordelia do ? Love, and be And as a stranger to iny heart and me silent.

Aside. Mold thee, from this', for ever. The barbarous Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line 20 Scythian, to this,

Or he that makes his generation messes With shadowy forests and with champains rich’d, To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom With plentcous rivers, and white-skirted meads, Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd, We make thee lady: To thine and Albany's issue As thou my sometiine daughter. Bethis perpetual.-- \Vhat says our second daughter, 25 Kent. Good my liege,– Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak. Lear. Peace, Kent

Reg. I am made of that self metal as my sister, Come not between the dragon and his wraths And prize me at her worth. In my true heart I lov'd her niost, and thought to set iny rest I tind, she names my very deed of love ; On her kind nursery.-Ilence, and avoid my Only she comes too short: that ? I profess 30

sight !

[To Cordeliü. Myself an enemy to all other joys,

so be my grave my peace, as here I give Which the most precious square of sense pos- Her father's heart from her !--Call France ; And find, I am alone felicitate


Who stirs ? In your dear highness' love.

Call Burgundy. Cornwall, and Albany,

Cor. Then poor Cordelia !

[ Aside. 3; With my two daughters' dowers digest this third : And yet not so; since I am sure, my love 's Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her. More pond'rous than my tongue.

I do invest you jointly with my power, Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever, Pre-eminence, and all the large effects (course, Remain this ample third of our fair kingslom ; That troop with majesty. Ourself, by monthly No less in space, validity, and pleasure, 10 With reservation of an hundred knights, Than that confirm'd on Goneril.-Now, our joy, By


to be sustain'd, shall our abode stain Although the last, not least; to whose young love, Siake with you by due turns. Only, we shall reThe vines of France, and milk of Burgundy, The name, and all the addition to a king; Strive to be interess’d; what can you say, to draw The sway, revenue, execution of the rest", A third, more opulent than your sisters? Speak. 45 Beloved sons, be yours : which to confirm, Cor. Nothing, my lord.

This coronet part between you. [Giving the crown. Leur. Nothing?

Kent. Royal Lear, Cor. Nothing

{again. Whom I have ever honour'd as my king, Lear. Nothing can come of nothing: speak Lov'd as my father, as my master follow'd, Cor. Unhappy that I aiu, I cannot heave 50 As iny great patron thought on in my prayers,My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty Leur. The bow is bent and drawn, make fron; According to iny bond; nor more, nor less.

the shaft. Lear. Ilow, how, Cordelia! mend your speech Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade a .ittle,

The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly, Lest it may mar your fortunes.

55 When Lear is mad. What would'st thou do, old Cor. Good my lord,

man ? You have begot nie, bred me, lov'd me: I Think?st thou that duty shall have dread to speak, Return those duties back as are right fit,

When power to flattery bows? To plainness hoObey you, love you, and most honour you.

nour's bound, Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, ou When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom;

· That is, beyond all assignable quantity. That seems to stand without relation, but is referred to find; the first conjunction being inaccurately suppressed. - I find that she names my deed, I find that I profess, &c. Square here means coinpass, comprehension. Validity, for worth, value. i. e, from this time. i.e: the crecution of all the other business.

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