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Bel. Sir,

And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend a!!! In Cambria are we horn, and gentlemen : Enter Lucius, Lachimo, and other Roman przfores; Further to boast, were neither true nor modest,

Pojlbumus behind, and Imagia. Unlets I add, we are honeft.

Thou com'lt 11ot, Caius, now for tribute ; that Cym. Bow your knees :

The Britons have raz'd out, though with the lo's Arile 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


ier With dignities becoming your estates.

That their good souls may be appeas'd with laugh. Enter Cornelius, and Ladies,

Of you their captives, which curself have granted: There's business in these faces:- Why so sadly So, think of your eftate. 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!

Wo Mould not, when the blood was cold, bars To four your happiness, I must report

threaten'd The queen is dead.

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 raniom, let it come: fuficeth, By medicine life may be prolorgd, yet death A Roman with a Roman's heart can curier : Will seize the doctor too.How ended the? Augustus lives to think on't : And so much

Cor. With horror, niadly dying, like her life ; For my peculiar care. This one thing only
Which, being cruel to the world, concluded I will entreat; My boy, a Briton boin,
Most cruel to herself. What the confess'd, Let him be ransom'd : never matter had
I will report, so please you : Thele her women A page to kind, fo duteous, diligent,
Can trip me, if I eit; who, with wet cheeks, So tender over his occasions, true,
Were present when the finish'd.

So feat", so nurie-like : let his virtuejoin
Cyın. Pr'ythee, say.

With my request, which, I'll make bold, your Cor. First, the confefs'd she never lov'd you; 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 fervd a Roman: save him, sir, Abhorr'd your person.

And spare no blood beside. Cyım. She alone knew this :

Cym. I have surely seen him ; And, but the spoke it dying, I would not His favour? is familiar to me :--Boy, Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed. [love Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, and art

Cor. Your daughter, whom the bore in hand to Mine own. I know not why, wherefore, I say, With such integrity, the did confefs

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 flight prevented it, she had Fitting my bounty, and thy state, I'll give it i Ta'en off hy poison.

Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, Cyn. O most delicate fiend !

The noblest ta'en. Who is't can read a woman-Is there more ? Imo. I humbly thank your highness. Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; she had

And yet, I know, thou wilt.
For you a mortal mineral ; which, being took, Imo. No, no ; alack,
Should by the minute feed on life, and ling'ring, There's other work in hand; I see a thing,
By inches walte you : In which time she purpos’d, Bitter to me as death : your life, good malter,
By watching, weeping, tendance, killing, to Muft thumfe for itself.
O'ercome you with her new : yes, and in time, Luc. The boy disdains me,
(When she had fitted you with her craft) to work He leaves me, icorns me : Briefly die their joys,
Her fon into the adoption of the crown.

That place them on the truth of girls and boys.
But failing of her end by his strange absence, Why Itanus he fo perplex’d?
Grew shameless-desperate ; opend, in defright Cy%. What would'st thou, boy?
Of heaven and men, her purposes ; repented

I love thee more and more ; think more and more The ills The hatch'd were not effected; fo, What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'it on ? Despairing, dy'd.

speak, Gym. Heard you all this, her women ? Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? Lady. Ve divl, so please your highness.

imo. He is a Roman ; no more kin to me, Gym. Mine eyes

Than I to your highness; who, being born your Were not in fault, for he was beautiful ; Am something nearer.

[vahal, Mine ears, that heard her fattery ; nor my heart, Cign. Wherefore eytt him so? That thought her like her seeming; it had been I'mo. I'll tell you, fır, in private, if you please vicious,

To give me hearing. To have mistruited her : yet, O my daughter! Cyn. Ay, with all my heart, That it was folly in me, thou may'ıt say, And lend my best attention. What's thy pame?

1 i.e. so ready; so dextrous in waiting.

2 i, e, his countenance.

Ima. Fidele, fir.

Postures beyond brief nature ? ; for condition, C'ym. Thou art my good youth, my page ; A ihop of all the qualities that man I'll be thy matter : Walk with me; speak freely. Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving,

[Cymbeline and Imogen walk aside. Fairness, which Itrikes the eye :Bil. Is not this boy reviv'd from death?

Cym. I stand on fire : Aru. One fand another

Come to the matter. Not more resembles : That sweet rosy lad,

lich. All too foon I shall,

[mus, Who dy'd, and was Fidele-- What think you? Unlets thou wouluft grieve quickly.—This Poithu

Guid. The same dead thing alive. [forbear ; | Mont like a noble lord in love, and one

Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eves us not; That had a royal lover) took his hint ; Creatures may be alike : were't he, I am lure And, not difpraising whom we prais’d, (therein He would have fpoke 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 filent; let's see further.

made, Pif. It is my m.istress :

[Afide. 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. [Cym. and Imogen come forward. Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Cym. Come, stand thou by our side ;

Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. Make thy demand aloud.—Sir, Itep you forth; lach. Your daughter's chastity-there it begins.

[To lacbimo. He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams, Give answer to this boy, and do it freely ; And she alone were cold: Whereat, I, ivretch! Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it, riade scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Which is our honour, bitter torture ihall Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore Winnow the truth from falfhood. -On, speak to Upon his honour'd finger, to attain him.

(der 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 lefser of her honour confident Poft. What's that to him?

[-Akide. Than I did truly find her, itakes this ring; Cyni. That diamond upon your finger, say, And would so, haul it been a carbuncle How came it yours?

Of Phoebus' wheel; and might to fafely, had it lacb. Thou'lt toiture me to leave unipoken that Been all the worth of his car. - Away to Buitain Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. Poft I in this design : Well may you, sir, Cym. How ! me?

(which |Remember me at court, where I was taught lach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that of your chatte daughter the wide uvierence Torments me to conceal. By villainy

'Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus quench'd I got this ring; 'was Leonatus' jewel,

Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain Whom thou didit banith; and (which more may "Gan in your duller Britain operate grieve thee,

Most vilely ; for my vantage, excellent ; As it doth me) a nobler fir ne'er liv'd [lord ? And, to be brief, my practice to prevailid, 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my That I return’d with fimular proof enough Cyın. All that belongs to this.

To make the noble Leonatus mad, lacb. That paragon, thy daughter, [ípirits 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 faint. Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this, her bracelei, Cym. My daughter! what of her ? Renew thy (O, cunning, how I got it !) nay, some marks strength :

Of secret on her person, that he could not I had rather thou mouldst live while nature will, But think her bond of chattity quite crack'd, Than die ere I hear more; Itrive, man, and speak. I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon,

lach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock Methinks I see him now,That struck the hour !) it was in Rome, (accurs’d Poft. Ay, to thou doft, [Coming forward. The manfion where !) ’was at a feaft, (0, 'would Italian fiend !--Ah me, most credulous tuol, 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 paii, in being, humus,

To come !--0, give me cord or knute or poison, (What should I say? he was too good, to be Some upright jutticer! Thou, king, lend out Where all men were; and was the best of all For tortures ingenious : it is I Amongst the rar'lt of good ones) fitting sadly, That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend, Hearing us praise our loves of Italy

By being worse than they. I am Posthumus, For beauty that made barren the swellid boast That kill'd thy daughter : --villain-like, I lie; Of him that bett could speak : for feature, laming That caus'd a leffer villain than myself, The Marine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, A jacrilegious thief, to do't the temple

* To quail is to sink into deje&tion. 3 i.e. the ancient statues of Venus and Minerva, which exceeded, in beauty of exact proportion, any living bodies, the work of brief nature, d. c. of haity, unclaborale nature.


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Of virtue was she ; yea, and she herself ". You had a motive for 't.
Spit and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set

(To Guiderizs, and Artisans 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 !-O Imogen!

Thy mother's dead.
My queen, my life, my wife ! O Imogen, Imo. I'm sorry for 't, my lord.
Imogen, Imogen!

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

That we meet here fo ftrangely : but her ion Poft. Shall's have a play of this ? thou scorn. Is gone, we know not how, nor where.

Pif. My lord, There lie thy part. [Striking ber, she falls. Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Clues, Pif. 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 mouth, and You ne'er killid Imogen 'till now:--Help, help!-

(wore, Mine honour'd lady !

If I discover'd not which way she was gone, Cyn. Does the world go round?

It was my instant death : By accident, Poft. How come these staggers 2 on me? I had a feigned letter of my master's Pil. Wake, my mistress!

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

Whcre, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Pif. How fares my mistress?

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

With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate Thou gav'it 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 Guid. Let me end the story : Pif. Lady, the gods throw stones of sulphur on I flew 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 ftill ?

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

Deny 't again. Cor. O gods !

Guid. I have spoke it, and I did it. I left out one thing which the queen confefs’d, Cym. He was a prince. Which must approve thee honest: If Pifanio Guid. A most incivil one : The wrongs he did Have, said she, given his mittress that confection Were nothing prince-like ; for he did provoke me Which I gave him for cordial, The is serv'd With language that would make me spurn the sea, As I would serve a rat.

If it could fo 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 ; ftill pretending Cym. I am sorry for thee :
The satisfaction of her knowledge, only

By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must
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 compound 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, And take him from our presence.
All offices 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 New,
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.

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

[To be guard. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from 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, Poft. Hang there like fruit, my soul,

By tafting of our wrath? How of descent 'Till the tree die !

As good as we? Gym. How now, my felh, my child ?

Aro. In that he spake too far. What, mak'st thou me a dullard 3 in this act? Cym. And thou shalt die for 't. Wilt thou not speak to me?

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

[Kneeling. 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 not ;

For my own part, unfold a dangerous speech, ii. e. Virtuc herself. 2 This wild and delicious perturbation. Staggers is the horse's apoplexy. 3 A dullard in this place means a person Rupidly unconcerned.


Though, haply, well for you.

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

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

Who hath upon bim still that natural Piamp:
Bel. Have at it then.-

It was wife nature's end in the donation,
By leave ;--Thou ludit, great king, a subject, who To be his evidence now.
Was call's Belarius.

Cym. 0, what am I
Cym. What of him? he is

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

Rejoic’d deliverance more :---Blett may you be,
Bed. He it is, that hath

That, after this itrange itarting from your orbs,
Allum'd this age: indeed, a banith'd man; You may reign in them now. Imogen,
I know not how, a traitor.

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

Tina. No, my lord;

{thers, The whole world thall not fave him.

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

Have we thus met? O never say hereafter,
First pay me for the nursing of thy fons; But I am truest speaker : you call’d me brother,
And let it be confiicate all, 10 foon

When I was but your atter ; 1

you brothers, As I have receiv'd it.

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

Cym. Did you e'er meet ?
Bel. I am too blunt, and taucy : Here's my knee: Arv. Ay, my good lord.
Ere I arise, I will prefer my fons ;

Guid. And at first meating lov'd;
Then, spare not the old father. Mighty fir, Continued to, until we thought he died.
These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Cor. By the queen's dram The swallow’d.
And tisink they are my fons, are none of mine ; Cyru. O rare instinct !
They are the illue of your loins, my liege, When thall I hear all through? This fierce ?
And blood of your begetting.

Coyox. How ! my issue ?

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

liv'd you?
Your pleasure was my near offence, my punishment And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, How parted with your brothers ? how firit met
Was all the harm I did. Thefe gentie princes

them ?
(For fuch, 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, fir, as I know not how much more, 1hould be demanded ;
Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euripide, And all the other by-dependancies,
Whom for the theft I wedded, itole thele children From chance to chance; but nor the time, por place,
Upon my banishment : I mov'd her to 't ; Will serve our long interrogatories. See,
Having receiv'd the punishment before,

Posthumus anchors upon Imogen;
For that which I did then : Beaten for loyalty And the, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
Excited me to treason : Their dear lofs,

On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it thap'd Each object with a joy : the counter-change
Unto my end of Stealing them. But, gracious fir, Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,
Here are your fons again ; and I muit lule And smoke the temple with our facrifices.---
Two of the Tweet'it companions in the world :- Thou art my brother ; So we'll hold thee ever.
The benediction of these covering heavens

{to Belarias. Fall on their heads like dew ! for they are worthy Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve ma, To inlay heaven with stars.

To sec this gracious season.
Cym. Thou weep'it, and speak 'st.

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

Imo. My good matter,
A pair of worthier fons.

I will yet do you service.
Bel. Be pleas'd a while.

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

Cyrm. The forlorn soldier, that ro nobly fought,
Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius : He would have well becom'd this place, and gre'd
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,

The thankings of a king.
Your younger princely son ; he, sir, was lap'd Ps. I am, sir,
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand The Toldier 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.

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

Speak, lachimo; I had you down, and might Upon hus aeck a mole, a fanguine star;

Have made you finish.

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lach. I am down again :

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

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

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

Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this inftant The power that I have on you, is to spare you ; Is full accomplish'd : For the Roman cagie, The malice towards you, to forgive you : Live, From south to weit on wing foaring aluit, And deal with others better.

Lefsen'd herself, and in the beams o' the fua Cym. Nobly doom'd :

So vanish'd : wbich fore-thew'd, our princely egle, We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; The imperial Cesar, should again unite Pardon's the word to all.

His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Aru. You holp us, sir,

Which shines here in the west. As you did mean indeed to be our brother ;

Gym. Laud we the gods ; Joy'd are we, that you are.

And let our crooked (mokes climb to their notis Poft. Your servant, princes. -Good my lord From our blest altars ! Publith we this peace of Rome,

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

Friendly together : so through Lud's town march;
Appear'd to me, with other sprightly shews! And in the temple of great Jupiter
Of mine own kindred : when I wak'd, I found Oar peace we'll ratify; seal it with fealts.
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

Ere bloody hands were wah'd, with such a peace. Make no collection 2 of it: let him shew

[Exeant esses His skill in the construction. Luc. Philarmonus,

A SONG, sung by Guidorius and Arviragüs ever Sooth. Here, my good lord.

Fidele, jured to be dead.
Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.
Sosthjayer reads.

“ When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself
“ unknown, without seeking find, and be em To fair Fidelis grally tomb,
« brac'd by a piece of tender air ; and when from Śft maids, and village bied ball bring
“ a stately cedar mhall be lopt branches, which, Each op'ning frueet, of carliejt bloom,
“ being dead many years, thail after resive, be And rifle all the briarbirg jpring.,
“ joined to the old stock, and freshly grow; then
« fhall Pofthumus end his miferies, Britain be No wailing 3194 , kall d212 appear
« fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty." To vex witbikriik. ibis quiet grati:
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;

Bui flipberd lads a temble bere, The fit and apt construction of thy name,

and melting virgins on th'r love. Being Leo-natus, doth import to much; The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, No wither'd wireh jill bere be seen,

[To Cymbeline. No goblins lead their nightly crew: Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer

The female fays shall haunt the green, We term it mulier : which mulier, I divine,

And dress thy grave with pearly dew, Is this most constant wife; (To lot.] who, even now,

4. Answering the letter of the oracle,

The red-breast oft at eu’ning burs Unknown to you, unfought, were clip'd about Shall kindly lend bis little aid, With this most tender air.

With hrary moss, and ga:'xey'd flowers, Cym. This hath some seeming.

To deckobe ground where shou ar: laid. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,

5. Personates thee: and thy lopt branches point 117:en hoeuling winds, and beating rain, Thy two fons forth : who, by Belarius stolen,

In sempefts floake ibe bylvan cell; For many years thought, are now reviv'd, Or midst the chace on ev'ry plain, To the majestic cedar join'd; whose iflue

The iender sbought on 10cejla il duvell. Promises Britain peace and plenty.


Each larely seene ji all thee reflore; My peace we will begin : -And, Caius Lucius,

For tbce the tear be didły hed: Although the victor, we submit to Cæfar,

Below'd, 'till life could cbärin ng more; And to the Roman empire ; promising

And mourn'd'rill pity's self be dead. i Shews are ghostly appearances. 2 A collection is a corollary, a consequence deduced from premises.

Cyn. Well.

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