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These boys know little, they are fons to the king ; | And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing
Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. The most disdain'd of fortune.
They think, they are mine : and, though train'd

Imagen reads.
up thus meanly

Thy mifress, Pijuni, hath play'd the strumpet in
I’ the cave, wherein they bow ', their thoughts do hit my beit; the trfiimmies wberoof lie bleeding in me.
The roofs of palaces ; and nature prompts them, I speak not out of weak furmifes; but from proof
In fimple and low things, to prince it, much as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect my
Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, revenge. That part, il:04, Pifanio, fi al for me,
The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers.
The king his father call'u Guiderius,-- Jove ! Let ibine own band's take away ber life: 1 phall
When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell give thee opportunity at Milford- Haven : the bath
The warlike feats I have done, bis spirits fly out my letter for the purpose: 11 bere, if thou fear to
Into my story : say, Thus mine enemy fell; trike, and to make me certain it is done, ibou are the
And ebus I let my foot on his neck; even then pandar so her dishonour, and equally to nie disloyal.
The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, Pif. What ihall I need to draw my sword ?
Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in potture
That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, Hath cut her throat already. -No, 'tis slander ;
(Once, Arviragus) in as like a figure,

Whose edge is Tharper than the sword; whose
Strikes life into my speech, and thews much more

tongue
His own conceiving. Hark! the game is rouz'd ! - Out-venoms all the worms 3 of Nile; whose breath
O Cymbeline! heaven, and my conscience, knows, Rides on the posting winds, and doch belye
Thou didst unjustly hanith me: whereon, All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states
At three, and two years old, I ftule these babes ; Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
Thinking to bar thee of succeflion, as

This viperous flander enters. —What cheer, madam?
Thou rett'st me of my lands. Euriphile,

Imo. False to bis bed! What is it to be fa fe ? Thou waft their nurse; they took thee for their To lie in watch there, and to think on him? mother,

To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if fleep charge And every day de honour to her grave :

nature,
Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan callid,

To break it with a fearful dream of hin,
They take for natural father. The game is up. And cry myself awake ? that's false to his bed ?

[Exit. Is it?

Pif. Alas, good lady!
SCENE IV.

Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness .--Iachimo,
Near Milford-llaven.

Thou didit accuse him of incontinency ;

Thou then look'un like a villain ; now, methinks, Enter Pisario and Imogen.

Thy favour's good enough.---Some jay of Italy,
Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from Whose mother was her paintings, hath betray'd
horse, the place

Poor I am ftale, a garment out of fashion ; [him:
Was near at hand :--Ne'er long d my mother so And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,
To see me fust, as I have now :-Pisanio! Man! I must be ript :-o pieces with me!-0,
Where is Pofthumus ? What is in thy mind, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
That makes thee ftare thus ? Wherefore breaks By thy revolt, 0 husband, thall be thought
Chrat figh

Put on for villainy ; not born, where 't grows;
From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, But worn, a bait for ladies.
Would be interpreted a thing perplex’d

Pil. Good madam, hear me.
Beyond self-explication : Put thyself

Imo. True honest men being heard, like false
Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness

Æneas,

[weeping Vanquish my Itaider senses. What's the matter? Were in his time, thought false : and Sinon's Why tender'lt thou that paper to me, with Did scandal many a holy tear ; took pity [humu, A look untender? If it be summer news, From moft true wretchednets : So, thou, PoftSmile to't before : if winterly, thou need'st Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men ;, But keep that countenance ftill. --My huíband's Goully, and gallant, shall be false and perjurid, hand !

From thy great fail. ---Come, fellow, he thou honeft: That drug-Jamn'd Italy ? hath out-crafted him, Do thou thy master's bidding : When thou see'st And he's at some hard point.--Speak, man ; thy

him,
tongue

A little witness my obedience : Look !
May take off some extremity, which to read I draw the sword myself : take it ; and hit
Would be even murtul to me.

The innocent mansion of my love, my heart :
Pif. Please you, read;

|Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief :

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ii. e. Thus meanly brought up. Yet in this very cave, which is so low that they must bow or bend in entering it, yet are their thoughts fu exalied, &c. 2 This is another allution to Italian poitons. 3 Serpents and dragons by the idd writers were called worms. 4 Perlons of high it rauk. s That is, sume jay of Italy, made by art the creature, not of nature, but of painting. In this sense paintind may be not improperly termed ber mother.

Thy

Thy master is not there; who was, indeed, Pij. Not so, neither :
The riches of it: Do his bidding, Itrike.

But if I were as wise as honest, then
Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause; My purpose would prove well. It cannot be
But now thou seem'it a coward.

But that my master is abus'd :
Pif. Hence, vile instrument !

Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, Thou shalt not damn my hand.

Hath done you both this cursed injury. Imo. Why, I must die;

Imo. Some Roman courtezan.
And if I do not by thy band, thou art

Pif. No, on my life.
No servant of thy master's: Against felf-Naughter I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him
There is a prohibition so divine,

Some bloody fign of it; for 'tis commanded That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my I should du fo : You shall be missd a court, heart;

And that will well confirm it. Something's afore 't :--Soft, soft; we'll no defonce; Imo. Why, good fellow, Obedient as the scabbard. What is here? What shall I do the while: Where bide? How live! The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,

Or in my life what comfort, when I am
All turn'ü to heresy? Away, away,

Dead to my husband ?
Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Pif. If you'll back to the court,
Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools Imo. No court, no father ; nor no more do
Believe falie teachers : Though those that are with that harih, noble, simple, nothing;
betray'd

That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor As fearful as a siege.
Stands in worse case of woe.

Pif. If not at court,
And thou, Posthumus, that diddelt set up Then not in Britain must you bide.
My disobedience 'gainit the king my father,

Imo. Where then ?
And mad'it me put into contempt the iuits Hath Britain all the sun that shines ? Day, night,
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find

Are they not but in Britain ? l' the world's yolun It is no act of common pathge, but

Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it;
A strain of rareness : and I grieve myself, In a great pool, a swan's neft : Prythee, think
To think, when thou shalt be dis-edg’d by her There's livers out of Britain.
That now thou tir'it on , how thy memory Pif. I am moft glad
Will then be pang’d by me.-Pr’ythee, dispatch : You think of other place. The embassador,
The lamb entreats the butcher : Where's thy knife? Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haren
Thou art too Now to do thy master's bidding, To-morrow : Now, if you could wear a miod
When I desire it too.

Dark as your fortune is; and but disguise
Pis. O gracious lady !

That, which to appear itself, must not yet be, Since I receiv'd command to do this business, But by self-danger ? ; you should tread a cocne I have not slept one wink.

Pretty, and full of view 3 : yea, haply, ne

near Imo. Do 't, and to bed then.

The residence of Pofthumus; so nigh, at least,
Pif. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. That though his actions were not visible, yet
Imo. Wherefore then

Report Thould render him hourly to your ear,
Did'st undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd As truly as he moves.
So many miles, with a pretence? this place? Imo. O, for such means !
Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour? Though peril to my modesty, not death on t,
The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court, I would adventure.
For my being absent, whereunto I never

Pis. Well, then here's the point :
Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far, You must forget to be a woman ; change
To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand, Command into obedience; fear, and niceness,
The elected deer before thee?

(The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, Pis. But to win time

Woman its pretty felf) into a waggith curage ;
To lose so bad employment : in the which Ready in gybes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
I have confider'd of a course; Good lady, As quarrellous as the weazel : nay, you must
Hear me with patience.

Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Im». Talk thy tongue weary ; speak : Exposing it, (but, О the harder heart !
I have heard, I am a Itrumpet; and mine ear, Alack, no remedy) to the greedy touch
Therein falle struck, can take no greater wound, of common-kissing Titan; and forget
Nor tent to bottom that. But !peak.

Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
Pis. Then, madam,

You made great Juno angry. I thought you would not back again.

Ino. Nay, be brief: Imo. Most like;

I see into thy end, and am almoft Bringing me here to kill me

A man already.

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1 A hawk is said to tire upon that which he pecks; from tirer, French.

2 The meaming 13 " You must disguise that greatness , which, to appear hereafter in its proper

form, cannot yet appear with great danger to lifelf." 3 i, e. with opportunities of examining your affairs with your own eyes.

Pif. First, make yourself but like one. Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
Fore-thinking this, I have already fit,

Cyrr. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor
('Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all How it goes fiere. It fits us therefore, tipely,
That answer to them : Wonld you in their serving, Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness:
And with what imitation you can borrow The powers that he already hath in Gallia
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves
Present yourself, defire his service, tell him His war for Brit.in.
Wherein you are happy, (which you'll make him seen. 'Tis not sleepy business ;
know,

But muft be look'd to speedily, and strongly.
If that his head have ear in music) doubtless, Cym. Our expectation that it should be thus,
With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen,
And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad Where is our daughter? She hath not appeará

You have me, rich; and I will never fail Before the Roman, nor to us hath tenderd
Beginning, nor supplyment.

The duty of the day: She looks us like
Imo. Thou art all the comfort

A thing more made of malice than of duty ;
The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away :

We have noted it-Call her before us; for
There's more to be consider'd ; but we'll even We have been too light in futterance.
All that good time will give us ? : This attempt

[Exit a Servans. I am foldier to ?, and will abide it with

Queen. Royal sir,
A prince's courage. Away, I proythee. [wel; Since the exile of Posthumus, mott retir'd

Pif. Well, madum, we must take a short fare- Hath her life been! the cure whereof, my lord,
Left, being mils , I be suspected of

'Tis time must do. 'Befeech your majesty,
Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Forbear sharp {peeches to her : She's a lady
Here is a box; I had it from the queen ; So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
What's in’t is precious : if you are fick at sea, And itrokes death to her.
Or 1tomach-qualm'd at land, a drain of this

Re-enter the Servant.
Will drive away distemper.---To some thade,

Cym. Where is the, fir ? How
And fit you to your manhood:--May the gods

Can her contempt be answer'd ?
Direct you to the best!

Ser. Please yo11, sir,
Imo. Amen: I thank thee.

[Exeunt.

Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer

That will be given to the loud of noise we make. S C E N E V.

Queen. My lord, when latt I went to visit her,
The Palace of Cymbeline.

She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close;
Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Claten, Lucius, and Lard.. Whereto constrain’d by her infirmity,

She thould that duty leave unpaid to you,
Cym. Thus far; and so farewel.

Which daily she was bound to proffer: this
Luc. Thanks, royal fir.

She wilh'd me to make known; but our great court
My emperor huth wrote : I must from hence ;

Made me to blame in memory.
And am right forry, that I must report ye

Cym. Her doors lock'd ?

(fear, My matter's enemy.

Not ieen of late. Grant, heavens, that, which I Cym. Our subjects, fir,

Piove falle.

[Exit. Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself

Queer. Sun, Iszy, follow the king.
To fhew lefs sovereignty than they, mult needs

Cist. That man of hers, Pifanio herold servant,
Appear unkinglike.

I have not seen these two days.

(Exil. Luc. So, fir, I desire of you A conduct over land, to Milford-IIaven.

een. Go, look after.

Pifanio, thon that stand'it so for Posthumus!
Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you !
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; Proceed by fwallowing that; for he believes

lle hath a drug of mine : I pray his abience
The due of honour in no point omit:

It is a thing most precious. But for her, [her:
So, farewel, noble Lucius.

Where is the gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd
Luc. Your hand, my lord.
Clor. Receive it friendly : but from this time Or, wing'd with ferveur of her love, she's fluwe

To her desir'd Posthumus : Gone the is
forth I wear it as your enemy.

To deatii, or to dishonour; and my end
Luc. Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner : Fare you well. [lords, I have the placing of the British crown.

Can make good use of either : She being downl,
Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my
'Till he have croft the Severn.
-Happiness !

Re-enter Cloter.
[Exunt Lucius, &c. How now, my son ?
Queen. He goes hence frowning : but it honours Cio.. 'Tis certain, she is fied:
That we have given him cause.

[us, Go in, and cheer the king; he rages, none
Cior. 'Tis all the better;

Dare come about him.

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ii. e. we'll make our work even with our tirne; we'll do what time will allow. inlisted and bound myself to it.

mine.

Queen. All the better : May

Clat. Wilt ehou setve me? For fizice patiently This night fore-itall him of the coming day ! and constantly thou hart ituck to the bare fortune

[Exit Queen of that beggar Posthumus, thou can'ít not in the Clor. I love and hate her : for the's fair and course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of royal ;

Wilt thou serve me? And that the hath all courtly parts more exquisite Pif. Sir, I will. Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one Ciot. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Haft The best the bach, and the, of all compounded, any of thy late master's garments in thy posseflion! Outiells them all: I love her therefore ; But, Pil. I have, my lord, ät my lodging, the fanie Difuaining me, and throwing favours on suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and . The low Pofthumus, Nanders to her judgment, mifireis. That what's elle rare, is choak'd; and, in that point, Cloi. The first service thou doit me, fetch that I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, suit hither : let it be thy first iervice ; go. To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools t'ij. I shall, my lord.

(Ex. Enter l'ifanio. Ciot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :

: forShall-Who is here? What! are you packing, got to ask him one thing ; I'll remember't anna : furah?

--Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I Come hither: Ah, you precious pandar! Villain, kill thee.-1 would, these garments were come, Where is thy lady? In a word; or else She faid upon a time, the bitterness of it I now Thou art straightway with the tiends,

belch from my heart) that she held the very garPil. O, goodd my lord !

ment of Porthumus in more respect than my noble Ciot. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, and natural perion, together with the adomment I will not ask again. Clofe villain,

of my qualities. With that iuit upon my back, l'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip will I ravith her: First kill him, and in her Thy heart to find it. Is the with Posthumus? eyes ; there that the lee my valour, which will From whose so many weights of baseness cannot then be a tormeni to her contempt. He on the A dram of worth be drawn.

ground, my speech of insultment ended on his Pif. Alas, my loral,

dead boxly;---and when my luft hath dined, How can she be with him ? when was the miss'd ? (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in He is in Rome.

the clothes that the fo prais'd) to the coat I'll Clot. Where is she, fir ? Come nearer ; knock her back, foot her home again. She hath No further halting: fatisty me home,

kleipis'd me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my What is become of her?

revenge. Pij. O, my all-worthy lord !

Ri-enter Pisanis, witb ile clobes. Clot. All-worthy villain !

Be those the garments ? Discover where thy mistress is, at once,

Til. Ay, my noble lord. At the next word, No more of worthy lord, Clt. How long ist since she went to Milford Speak, or thy filence on the instant is

Haven? Thy condemnation, and thy death.

Pif. She can scurce be there yet. Pif. Then, fir,

Clot. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that This paper is the history of my knowledge is the second thing that I have commanded thee : Touching her flight.

the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to Clor. Let's see't :- I will pursue her

my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment Even to Augustus' throne.

Iball tender itself to thee. -My revenge is now Pif. Or this, or perith'.

at Milford; would I had wings to follow it! She's far enough; and what he learns by this [-Ahide. Come, and be true.

Exis. May prove his travel, not her danger.

l'ij. Thou bid'it me to my loss : for, true io Clar. Humh!

thee, Pif. I'll write to my lord, she's dead. 0, Were to prove false, which I will never be, Imogen,

[-4fide. To him that is most true.To Motord go, Safe may st thou u ander, safe return again! And find not her whom thou pur:u'it. Fisk, flow, Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true?

You heavenly bleilings, on her! This foul's feed Pif. Sir, as I think.

Be crost with tiowneis; labour be liis meed! (Exit. Ciot. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.Sirsah,

SCEN E VI. if thou wouldit not be a villain, but do me true 1ervice; undergo thote employments, wherein l'

The Forest and Cave. Inculj bave caute to use thec, with a serious in

Enier Imogen, in bay's closbes. duttry,--that is, what villainy toe'er I bid thee Imo. I fee, a man's life is a tedicus one : d), to perform it, directly and truly;-I would I have tir'd myself ; and for two nights together think thee an honest man : thou mould'it neither Have made the ground my bed. I thould be fak, want my ireans for tby relief, nor my voice for But that my relulution helps me Milford, the preferment.

When from the mountain top Pifanio thew 'd thee, dll. Weli, my good lord.

Thou wast within a ken: 0 Juve! I think, · That is, I muj cither give bim the paper freely, os perift in my attemit to keep it.

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Foundations fy the wretched : such, I mean, As I had made my meal; and parted
Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told) With prayers for the provider.
me,

Guid. Money, youth?
I could not miss my way: Will poor folk lye, Av. All gold and silver rather turn to dire !
That have afflictions on them ; knowing 'tis As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
A punishment, or trial? Yes : no wonder, Who worship dirty gods.
When rich ones scarce tell true: To lapte in fullness Imo. I see, you are angry:
Is forer', than to lye for need ; and falfhood Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Is worse in kings, than beggars.--My dear lord ! Have dy'd, had I not made it.
Thou art one o' the falie ones : Now I think on Bel. Whither bound
thee,

Imo. To Milford-Haven.
My hunger's gone ; but even before, I was Bel. What's your name?
At point to sink for food. — But what is this? Imo. Fidele, fir: I have a kinsman, who
Here is a path to it: 'Tis fome savage hold : Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;
I were best not call; I dare not call : yet famine, To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. I am fallen in this offence.
Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards ; hardness ever Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth,
Of hardiness is mother.-Ho! who's here? Think us no churls ; nor measure our good minds
If any thing that's civil , 1peak; if savage, By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!
Take, or lend 3.-Ho!--No answer? then I'll 'Tis almost night : you shall have better cheer

Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat i1.-
Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy Boys, bid him welcome.
But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. Guid. Were vou a woman, youth,
Such a foe, good heavens! [She goes into the cave. I Thould woo hard, but be your groom.-In honesty

· Enter Belarus, Guiderias, and Arviragus. I bid for you, as I'd buy.
Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd bett wood Arv. I'll make't my comfort,

He is a man; I'll love him as my brother :-
Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I,

And fuch a welcome as I'd give to him,
Will play the cook, and servant ; 'tis our match: After long absence, such is yours: Most welcome!
The sweat of industry would dry, and die, Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs Imo. 'Mongst friends!
Will make what's homely, favoury: Weariness If brothers ?—'Would it had been so, that
Can snore upon the fint, when retty sloth

they

prize
Finds the down pillow hard.—Now, peace be here, Had been my father's fons! then häl my [ Afides
Poor house, that keep'lt thyself!

Been leís; and so more equal bailaiting
Guid. I am throughly weary.

[tite. To thee, Posthumus.
Arø. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appe. Bil. He wrings at some diftress.
Guid. There is cold meat i' the cave ; we'll Guid. 'Would, I could free's !
brouize on that,

Arv. Or I; whate'er it be,
Whilft what we have kill'd be cook'd.

What pain it cost, wliat danger! Gods !
Bel. Stay ; come not in : (Looking in. Bel. Hark, boys.

[W bispering: But that it eats our victuals, I should think

Imo. Great nien,
Here were a fairy.

That had a cout no bigger than this cave,
Grid. What's the matter, fir?

That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
Bel. By Jupiter, an angel ! or, if not, Which their own conscience seal'd them (laying by
An earthly paragon !-Behold divineness That nothing gift of differing 4 multitudes),
No elder than a boy!

Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods !
Enter Imogen.

I'd change my sex to be companion with them,
Imo. Good masters, harm me not :

Since Leonatus falfe-
Before I enter'd here, I call’d; and thought

Del. It shail be fo :
To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took : Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.--Fair youth, come in:
Good troth,

(had found Discourse is heavy, fafting ; when we have supp'd,
I have stolen nought ; nor would not, though I We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here's money for my so far as thou wilt speak it.

Guid. Pray, draw near. [lark, less welcome. I would have left it on the board, so soon

Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the

meat :

ii. e. is a greater or heavier crime. 2 Civil, for human creature. 3 Dr. Johnsun suspects that, after the words, if favage, a line is lost, and proposes to read the passage thus :

Ho! who's here?
If any thing that's civil, take or lend,

If savage, freak.
If you are civilised and peaceable, iake a price for what I want, or lend it for a future recompence ;
if you are rough inhospitable inhabitants of the mountain, Speak, that I may know my state. 4 Dil
fering may here be applied in a fense equivalent to the many-headed rabble.

Nan

Imo.

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