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Thy master is not there, who was, indeed,
Pisan. Not so, neither: The riches of it: Do his bidding, strike.
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'st a coward.
But that my master is abus'd: Pisan. Hence, vile instrument!
5 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 hand, thou art
Pisan. No, on my life. No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter I'll give but notice you are dead, and send hinta There is a prohibition so divine,
10 Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my I should do so : You shall be miss'd at court, heart;
[fence; And that will well confirm it. Something's afore 't:-Soft, soft; we'll no de- Imo. Why, good fellow,
(live) Obedient as the scabbard. -What is here? What shall I do the while ? where bide? how The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,
15 Or in my life what comfort, when I am All turn'd to heresy? Away, away,
Dead to my husband? Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more
Pisan. If you'll back to the court, Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools Imo. No court, no father ; nor no more ado Believe false teachers: Though those that are With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing; betray'd
20 That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to mo Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
As fearful as a siege. Stands in worse case of woe.
Pisan. If not at court, And thou, Posthumus, that diddest set up Then not in Britain must you bide. My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, Imo. Where then? And mad'st me put into contempt the suits 125 Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night, Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
Are they not but in Britain? I'the world's volumo It is no act of common passage, 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 nest: Prythee, think To think, when thou shalt be dis-edg’d by her There's livers out of Britain. That now thou tir'st on', how thy memory
30 Pisan. I am most glad Will then be pang'd by me.-Pr'ythee, dispatch: You think of other place. The embassador, Thelamb entreatsthe butcher:Where's thy knife? Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind When I desire it too.
Dark as your fortune is; and but disguise Pisan. O gracious lady!
35 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 course I have not slept one wink.
Pretty, and full of view': yea, haply, neat Imo. Do't, and to bed then.
Che residence of Posthumus; so nigh, at least, Pisan. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first. That though his actions were not visible, yet Imo. Wherefore then
40 Report should 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, aird 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 45 Pisan. 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, Pisan. But to win time
Woman its pretty self,) into a waggish courage; To lose so bad employment: in the which 50 Ready in gybes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and I have consider'd of a course; Good lady, As quarrellous as the weazel: nay, you must Hear ine with patience.
Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Exposing it, (but, О the harder heart!
Your laboursome and dainty trinis, wherein
You made great Juno angry. I thought you would not back again.
Imo. Nay, be brief: Imo. Most like;
I see into thy end, and am almost Bringing me here to kill me.
160 A man already. · A hawk is said to tire upon that which he pecks; from tirer, French. The meaning is, “ You must disguise that greatness, which, to appear hereafter in its proper form, cannot yet appear without great danger to itself.”. i. e. with opportunities of examining your affairs with your own eyes.
Pisan. First, make yourself but like one. Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Fore-thinking this, I have already fit,
Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the en perof 'Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, That answer to them: Would you in their serving, Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness : And with what imitation you can borrow 5 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 Present yourself, desire his service, tell him His war for Britain.
[moves Wherein you are happy, (which you 'll make him Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business ; know,
But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. If that his head have ear in music) doubtless, 10., Cym. Our expectation that it should be thus, Withjoy 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 appear' You have me, rich; and I will never fail Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd Beginning, nor supplyment.
The duty of the day: She looks us like Imo. Thou art all the comfort
15 A thing more made of malice than of duty: The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythec, 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 sufferance. All that good time will give us': This attempt
[Exit a Serrant. I am soldier to ?, and will abide it with
Queen. Royal sir,
Pisan. Well, madam, we must take a short fare- Hath her life becn; the cure whereof, my lord, Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of
'Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty,
Re-enter the Servant.
Cymb. Where is she, sir? How
Can her contempt be answerd? Iino. Amen: I thank thee. (Exeunt. 30, Serv. Please you, sir,
(SWC Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no anSCE N E V.
That will be given to the loud of noise we make.
Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, The Palace of Cymbeline.
She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close ; Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords. 35
Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,
She should that duty leave unpaid to you,
Which daily she was bound to proffer: this
She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Mly emperor hath wrote: I must from hence; And am right sorry, that I must report ye
Made me to blame in memory.
[fear, Cym. Our subjects, sir,
Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I
Prove false! Will not endure his yoke ; and for ourself
[Exit. To shew less sovereignty than they, must necds
Queen. Son, I say, follow the king.
Clot. That man of hers, Pisanio her old servant, Appcar unkinglike. * Luc. So, sir, I desire of you
[Exit. A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven.
Queen. Go, look after. Madam,all joy befall your grace, and you! (fice;
Pisania, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus! Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that of
He hath a drug of mine: I pray his absence The due of honour in no point omit:
Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes So, farewell, noble Lucius.
50 It is a thing most precious. But for her, [her : Luc. Your hand, my lord.
Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd Clot. Receive it friendly: but from this time
Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown forth I wear it as your enemy.
To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is Luc. Sir, the event
rodeath, or to dishonour; and my end Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well. [lords, 53 Can make good use of either: She being down, Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my
I have the placing of the British crown. "Tus he have cross'd the Severn. -Happiness?
Re-enter Cloten. (Eseunt Lucius, &c.
now, my son? Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours Clot. 'Tis certain, she is Aed: That we have given him cause.
[us, 60 Go in, and cheer the king; he rages, none Clot. 'Tis all the better;
Dare come about him.
ise. we'll make our work even with our time; we'll do wbat time will allow. inlisted and bound myself to it.
a i, e. I have
Paren. Queen. All the better: May
Clot. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently This night fore-stall himn of the coming day! and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune
[Erit Queen. of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the Clot. I love and hate her: for she's fair and course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of royal;
5 linine. Wilt thou serve me? And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Pisan. Sir, I will. Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one
Clot. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, any of thy late master'sgarments in thy possession? Outsells them all; I love her therefore: But, Pisan. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the Disdaining me, and throwing favours on 10 same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgement,
and mistress. That what's else rare, is choak’d; and, in that Clot. The first service thou dost me, fetch that I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, [point,
suit hither: let it be thy first service; go. To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools Pisan. I shall, my lord.
Erit. Enter Pisanio.
15 Clot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven :- - forShall-Who is here? What! are you packing, got to ask him one thing ; I'll remember't anon: sirrah?
-Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I Come hither: Ah, you precious pandar! Villain, kill thee. I would, these garments were come. Where is thy lady? In a word ; or else
She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I now Thou art straightway with the fiends.
20 belch froni my heart) that she held the very garPisan. O, good my lord !
ment of Posthumus in more respect than my no Clot. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, ble and natural person, together with the adorn I will not ask again. Close villain,
ment of my qualities. With that suit upon my I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip
back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? 25 cyes; there shall she see my valour, which will From whose so many weights of baseness cannot then be a torment to her contempt. He on the A dram of worth be drawn.
ground, my speech of insultment ended on his Pisan. Alas, my lord,
dead body,--and when my Just hath dined, How can she be with him? when was she miss'di (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in He is in Rome.
30 the clothes that she so prais’d) to the court I'N Clot. Where is she, sir? Come nearer;
knock her back, foot her home again. She hath No further halting: satisfy me home,
despis'd me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my What is become of her?
revenge. Pisan. O, my all-worthy lord!
Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes. Clot. All-worthy villain?
35 Be those the garments ? Discover where thy mistress is, at once,
Pisan. Ay, my noble lord. At the next word, Nomore of worthy lord,- Clot. How long is 't since she went to MilfordSpeak, or thy silence on the instant is
Haven? Thy condemnation, and thy death.
Pisan. She can scarce be there yet. Pisan. Then, sir,
401. Clot. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is This paper is the history of my knowledge the second thing that I have commanded thee : Touching her flight..
the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to Çlot. Let's sce't:-I will pursue her
my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment Even to Augustus' throne.
shall tender itself to thee.-My revenge is now Pisan. Or this, or perish:
45 at Milford; would I had wings to follow it! She's far enough; and what he learns by [Aside. Come, and be true.
[Erit. May prove his travel, not her danger.
Pisan. Thou bidd'st me to my logs : for, true to Clot. Humh!
thee, Pisan. I'll write to my lord, she's dead. 0, Were to prove false, which I will never be, Iinogen,
[Aside. 50 To him that is most true.-To Milford go, (flow, Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true?
You heavenly blessings, on her ! This fool's speed Pisan. Sir, as I think.
Be crost with slowness; labour be his meed! [Erit. Clot. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.—Sirrah, I thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true 55
The Forest and Cave. service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious in
Enter Imogen, in boy's clothes. dustry,--that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: do, to perform it, directly and truly, I would I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together think thee an honest man: thou should'st neither 60 Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for But that my resolution helps me. -Milford, tby preterment.
When froni the mountain Pisanio shew'd thee, Pisar. Well, my good lord. That is, I must either g'te him the paper freely, or perish in my altempt to keep it.
Foundations fly the wretched: such, I mean, As I had made my meal; and pacted
prayers for the provider. told me,
Guid. Money, youth? I could not miss my way: Will poor folk lye, Ard. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt ! That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis 5 As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those A punishment, or trial? Yes: no wonder, Who worship dirty gods. Whenrich ones scarce telltrue: Tolapse in fullness Imo. I see, you are angry: Is sorer', than to lye in need; and falsehood 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 of the false ones: Now I think on 10 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, sir: I have a kinsman, who Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold: Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; I were best not call; I dare not call: yet famine, 15 To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, Ere clean it o'crthrow 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?, speak; if savage, By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! Take, or send !:-Ho!—No answer; then I'11 20'1' is almost night: you shall have better cheer enter.
Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.-
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. 25 1 bid for you, as I'd buy.
He is a inan; I'll love him as my brother: Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I,
And such a welcome as I'd give to him, Will play the cook, and servant; 'tis our match: After long absence, such is yours :~Most welThe sweat of industry would dry, and die, 30 Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. [come! But for the end it works to. Come, our stomachs Imo. 'Mongst friends! Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness If brothers? Would it had been so that Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
[prize Finds the down pillow hard. Now,peace be here, Had been my father'ssons! then had my Aside. Poor house, that keeps thyself!
35 Been less; and so more equal ballasting Guid. I am thoroughly weary. [tite. To thee, Posthumus. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appe- Bel. He wrings at some distress. Guid. There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll Guid. 'Would, I could free't! brouze on that,
Aro. Orl; whate'er it be, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
40 What pain it cost, what danger! Gods ! Bel. Stay; come not in :- [Looking in.
Bel. Hark, boys.
[Whispering. But that it eats our victuals, I should think
Imo. Great men, Here were a fairy:
That had a court no bigger than this cave, Guid. What's the matter, sir?
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue Bel. By Jupiter, an angel ! or, if not, 45 Wbich their own conscience seal'd them(laying by An earthly paragon — Behold divineness That nothing gift of differing * multitudes), No elder than a boy!
Could not out-peerthese twain. Pardon me, gods! Enter Imogen.
I'd change my sex to be companion with them, Imo. Good masters, harm me not:
Since Leonatus false. Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought 501 Bel. It shall be so :
[in ! To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took : Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.–Fair youth, come good troth,
[had found Discourse is heavy, fasting: 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. meat :
55 Guid. Pray, draw near. [lark, less welcome. I would have left it on the board, so soon
Aru. The night to the owł, and morn to the ' i.e. is a greater or heavier crime. 2 Citil, for human creature.
3 Dr. Johnson suspects that, after the words, if savage, a line is lost, and proposes to read the passage thus •
-Ho! who's here?
If savage, speak.
Imo. Thanks, sir.
The gentry to this business: He creates Art. I pray, draw near.
1[Exeunt. Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes,
For this immediate levy, he commands
His absolute commission'. Long live Cæsar!
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces ?
2 Sen. Ay. Enter two Roman Senators, and Tribunes. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia? 1 Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ; 1 Sen. With those legions That since the common men are now in action Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians; 10 Must be supplyant: The words of your cominission And that the legions now in Gallia arej
Wil tic you to the numbers, and the time Full weak to undertake our wars against
Of their dispatch. The fallen-off Britons; that we do incite
Tri. We will discharge our duty. [Ereuat.
Imo. So man and man should be;
But clay and clay differs in dignity,
Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. AM near to the place whère they should meet,25 Imo. So sick I am not; yet I am not well:
But not so citizen a wanton, as garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who To seem to die, ere sick: Soplease you, leave me; was made by him that made the taylor, not be fit Stick to your journal course: the breachof castom too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) Is breach of all'. I ain ill; but your being by nie for, 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits.(30 Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort Therein must play the workman. I dare speak To one not sociable: I am not very sick, it to myself, (forit is not vain-glory for a man and his Since I can reason of it. Pray you,trust me here: glass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean) the I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no Stealing so poorly. less young, more strong, not beneath him in for-35 Guid. I love thee; I have spoke it: tunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, How much the quantity, the weight as much, above him in birth, alike conversant in general As I do love my father. services, and more remarkable in single opposi- Bel. What: how? how? tions: yet this imperseverant? thing loves him orr. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me in my despight. What mortality is ! Posthumus, 40 In my good brother's fault: I know not why, thy head, which is now growing upon thy shoul- I love this youth; and I have beard you say, ders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress Love's reason's without reason: the bier at door, enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy ind a demand who is 't shall die, I'd say, face: and all this done, spurn her home to her diy father, nnt this youth. father; who may, haply, be a little angry for my 45 Bel. O noble strain! so rough usage: but my mother, having power of O worthiness of nature! breed of grcatness! bis testiness, shall turn all into my compienda- Cowards father cowards, and basc thingssire base: tion. My horse is ty'd up safe : Out, sword, anci Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. to a sore purpose! l'ortune, put them into my I am not their father; yet who this should be, hand! This is the very description of their meet-30 Doth miracle itself! lor'd before me. ing-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me. 'Tis the ninth hour o' the mom.
[Exit. Aro, Brother, farewell. SCENE II.
Imo. I wish you Sport.
Ard. You health. So please you, sir. The Care.
53 Imo. [ Aside,] Thesc are kind creatures. Goss, Enter Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen.
what lies I have heard ! Bel. You are not well: remain here in the cave; Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court; We'll come to you after hunting.
Experience, 0, ihou disprov'st report ! Arr. Brother, stay here: [To Imogen. The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, Are we not brothers?
60 Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. " i.e. he commands the commission to be given to you. a Imperseverant' means no more than persererant. ? That is, kecp your daily course uninterrupted : if the stated plan of life is oace broken, nothing follows but confusion.