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I am fire, and air ; my other elements
Enter DOLABELLA. I give to baser life. — So, - have you done ?
Dol. How goes it here ? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
All dead. Farewell, kind Charmian; — Iras, long farewell.
Cæsar, thy thoughts [Kisses them. Iras falls and dies. Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming Have I the aspick in my lips ? Dost fall ? If thou and nature can so gently part,
To see perforin'd the dreaded act, which thou If thus thou vanishest, thou tellist the world
So sought'st to hinder. It is not worth leave-taking.
[Within.) A way there, way for Cæsar! Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain ; that I may
Enter Cæsar, and Attendants.
Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer ;
This proves me base:
That you did fear, is done.
Bravest at the last
She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal, Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal wretch, I Took her own way. The manner of their deaths ?
I do not see them bleed. [To the Asp, which she applies to her Breast.
Who was last with them? With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,
1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her
figs; Be angry and despatch. O, couldst thou speak !
This was his basket. That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass
Poison'd then. Unpolicied! 4
O Cæsar, Char. O eastern star!
This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake; Cleo.
Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,
I found her trimming up the diadem That sucks the nurse asleep?
On her dead mistress ; trembling she stood,
And on the sudden dropp'd.
O noble weakness! Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle –
If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear O Antony! - Nay, I will take thee too :
(Applying unother Asp to her Arm. By external swelling: but she looks like sleep, What should I stay
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace. 5
Here, on her breast,
There is a vent of blood, and something blown :
The like is on her arm.
1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail : and these fig. I'll mend it, and then play.
Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.
Most probable, 1 Guard. Where is the queen ?
That so she died; for her physician tells me,
She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite
Of easy ways to die.
Take up her bed;
( Applies the Asp. She shall be buried by her Antony;
A pair so famous. High events as these beguild.
Strike those that make them : and their story is 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar;
No less in pity than his glory, which call him.
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, 1 Guard. What work is here ? - Charmiap. is this
In solemn show, attend this funeral; well done? Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess
And then to Rome. - Come, Dolabella, see Descended of so many royal kings.
High order in this great solemnity. [Ereunt. Ah, soldier !
5 Graceful appearance. • Unpolitic, to leave me to myself.
CYMBELINE, l’ing of Brilain.
Two British Captains.
of MORGAN. GUIDERIUS, Sons to Cymbeline, disguised under Queen, Wife to Cymbeline.
the Names of POLYDORE and CAD- Imogen, Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen. ARVIRAGUS,
WAL, supposed Sons to Belarius. HELEN, Woman to Imogen. PHILAR!!, Friend to Posthumus,
Italians. IacHimo, Friend to Philario,
Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, AppariA French Gentleman, Friend to Philario.
tions, a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish Caius Lucius, General of the Roman Forces.
Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, A Roman Captain.
Messengers, and other Attendants.
SCENE I. - Britain. The Garden behind For one his like, there would be something failing Cymbeline's Palace.
In him that should compare. I do not think,
So fair an outward, and such stuff within,
Endows a man but he. 1 Gent. You do not meet a man but frowns : our 2 Gent.
You speak him far. bloods
I Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers ; Crush him together, rather than unfold Still seem, as does the king's.
His measure duly. 3 2 Gent. But what's the matter? 2 Gent.
What's his name, and birtlı? I Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his king- I Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father dom, whom
Was callid Sicilius, who did join his honour,
'Two other sons, who, in the wars o' the time, 2 Gent.
None but the king ? Died with their swords in hand; for which their I Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen,
father That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier, (Then old and fond of issue) took such sorrow, Although they wear their faces to the bent
That he quit being; and his gentle lady, Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd Glad at the thing they scowl at.
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe 2 Gent.
And why so? To his protection; calls him Posthumus; i Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber: Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her, Puts him to all the learnings that his time (I mean, that married her, — alack, good man! Could make him the receiver of; which he took, And therefore banish’d,) is a creature such
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd : and As, to seek through the regions of the earth
i.e. You praise him extensively,
3 My praise, however extensive, is within his rerit " Inclination, natural disposition.
4 The father of Cymbeline.
In his spring became a harvest : Liv'd in court My residence in Rome at one Philario's;
Be brief, I pray you: What kind of man he is.
If the king come I shall incur I know not 2 Gent. I honour him
How much of his displeasure : Yet I'll move him Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me, To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
[ Aside. Is she sole child to the king ? 1 Gent.
His only child.
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing,
Pays dear for my offences.
Post. Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old,
Should we be taking leave l'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery As long a term as yet we have to live, Were stolen: and to this hour, no guess in knowledge The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Which way they went.
Imo. Nay, stay a little : 2 Gent. How long is this ago?
Were you but riding forth to air yourself, 1 Gent. Some twenty years.
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; 2 Gent. That a king's children should be so con
This diamond was my mother's : take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife, So slackly guarded ; And the search so slow,
When Imogen is dead. That could not trace them!
How! how ! another? 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
You gentle gods, give me but this I have, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,
And sear up my embracements from a next Yet is it true, sir.
With bonds of death! - Remain thou here 2 Gent. I do well believe you.
(Putting on the Ring. 1 Gent. We must forbear ; Here comes the gen- | As I my poor self did exchange for you,
While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, tleman, The and princess. queen
To your so infinite loss; so in our trifles
I still win of you : For my sake, wear this ;
It is a manacle of love; I'll place it
Upon this fairest prisoner. Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.
[Putting a bracelet on her Arm. Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, When shall we see again?
O, the gods ! daughter, After the slander of most step-mothers,
Enter CYMBELINE, and Lords. Evil-eyed unto you: you are my prisoner, but Post.
Alack, the king! Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid ! hence, from my That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,
sight! So soon as I can win the offended king,
If, after this command, thou fraught7 the court I will be known your advocate : marry, yet With thy unworthiness, thou diest : Away! The fire of rage is in him ; and 'twere good, Thou art poison to my blood. You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience Post.
The gods protect you! Your wisdom may inform you.
And bless the good remainders of the court!
(Erit. I will from hence to-day.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death Queen.
You know the peril:- More sharp than this is. I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
O disloyal thing, The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king That shouldst repair my youth; thou heapest Hath charg'd you should not speak together. A year's age on me! (Exit QUEEN. Imo.
I beseech you, sir, Imo.
0 Harm not yourself with your vexation; I Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare 8 Can tickle where she wounds ! - My dearest hus- Subdues all pangs, all fears. band,
Past grace ? obedience ? I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing, Imo. Past hope, and in despair ; that way, past (Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what
grace. His rage can do on me: You must be gone ;
Cym. That mightst have had the sole son of my And I shall here abide the hourly shot
queen! Of angry eyes ; not comforted to live,
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, But that there is this jewel in the world,
And did avoid a puttock. 9 That I may see again.
Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made Post.
My queen! my mistress ! O, lady, weep no more ; lest I give cause
A seat for baseness. To be suspected of more tenderness
No; I rather added Than doth become a man! I will remain
A lustre to it. The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth. 5 Formed their manners.
8 A more exquisite feeling.
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