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Have we in hiding us? this way, the Romans But to be still hot summer's tanlings, and we
Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us : The shrinking slaves of winter.
For barbarous and unpatural revolts

Gui. Than be so,
During their use, and slay us after.

Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army: Bel. Sons,

I and my brother are not known; yourself, We'll higher to the mountains ; there secure us. So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown, ik To the king's party there's no going ; newness Cannot be question'd. Of Cloten’s death (we being not kuown, not Arv. By this sun that shines, muster'd

I'll thither : what thing is it, that I never Among the bands) may drive us to a render Did see man die ? scarce ever look'd on blood, Where we have liv'd; and so extort from us But that of coward håres, hot goats, and venison? That which we've done, whose answer would be Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had death} {'Ì

A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel Drawn on with torture.

Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd Gui. This is, sir, a doubt, isig Butit; To look upon the holy sun, to have In such a time, nothing becoming you,

The benefit of his bless'd beamo, remaining Nor satisfying us.

Die So long a poor unknown. Arv. It is not likely,

Gui. By heavens, I'll

I go:
That when they hear the Roman horsés neigh, If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, l,
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their cyes I'll take the better care; but if you will not,
And ears so cloy'd importantly as pow,

The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
That they will waste their time upon our note, The hands of Romans !
To know from whence we are. (bin's .

Arv. So say I; amen.
Bel. O, I am kuown

Bel. No reason I, since on your lives you set Of many in the army: many years,

So slight a valuation, should reserve [boys : Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, him

If in your country wars you chance to die, si From my remembrance. And, besides, the king That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie: Hath not deserv'd my service, nor your loves; Lead, lead-The time seems long; their blood Who find in my exíle the want of breeding,

thinks scorn,

1リット [aside. The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless, Let it fly out, and show them princes born. To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd,

[exeunt. ACT V.

ti Is, every breath, a death: and thus, unknown, ROMAN CAMPS.

Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril Enter Posthumus, with a bloody handkerchief. Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee: for I More valour in me, than my habits show. wish'd el

[ones, Gods, put the strength o'the Leonati in me! Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married To shame the guise o’the world, I will begin If each of you would take this course, how many The fashion, less without, and more within. [ezit. Must murder wives much better than themselves, For wrying but a little 2-0, Pisanio!

Enter at one side, Lucius, Iachimo, and the Roman Every good servant does not all commands:


at the other side, the British ariny : No bond, but to do just oues.-Gods ! if you Leonatus Posthumus following it, like a poor Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never soldier. They march over, and go out. Alarums. Had liv'd to put on this : so had you saved

Then enter again in skirmish, Iachimo and The noble Imogen to repent; and struck

Posthumus: ħe vanquisheth and disarmeth Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But, Iachino, and then leaves him. alack,

1 [love, Iach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom You snatch some hence for little faults ; that's Takes off my manhood : I have belied a lady, To have them fall no more: you some permit The princess of this country, and the air on't Io second ills with ills, each elder worse ; Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl, And make them dread it to the doer's thrift. A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me, But Imogen is your own: do your best wills, In my profession? : Knighthoods and honours, And make me bless'd to obey!—I am brought As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. (borne Among the Italian gentry, and to tight [hither | If that thy gentry, Britain, go before Against my lady's kingdom; 'Tis enough

This lout, as he exceeds our lords, the odds That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress ; peace! | Is, that we scarce are men, and you are gods. [cxit. I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good | The batlle continues; the Britons fly; Cymbeline heavens,

is taken: then enter, to his rescue, Belarius, GuiHear patiently my purposc: I'll disrobe me derius, and Arviragus. tot(the ground; Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself

Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of As does a Briton peasant, so I'll fight

The lane is guarded : nothing routs us, but
Against the part I come with; so I'll die The villany of our fears. ::
For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life,

8 Arv. Stand, stand, and light!



Enter Posthumus, and seconds the Britons : they | Those, that would die or ere resist, are grown

rescue Cymbeline, and ereunt. Then, enter The mortal bags o'the field.
Lucius, Iachimo, and Imogen. [thyself : Lord. This was strange chance :

Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys!
For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such Post. Nay, do not wonder at it. You are made
As war were hood-wink'd.

Rather to wonder at the things you hear, Iach. 'Tis their fresh supplies.

Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't, Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes And vent it for a mockery? Here is one : Let's re-enforce, or fly.

[ereunt. Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane, SCENE III. ANOTHER PAR OF THE FIELD. Preserv'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane. Enter Posthumus and a British Lord.

Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir. Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the Post. 'Lack, to what end ? Post. I did:

(stand? Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend : Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. For if he'll do, as he is made to do, Lord, I did.

I know, he'll quickly ily my friendship too. Post. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, You have put me into rhyme. But that the heavens fought. The king himself Lord. Farewell, you are angry.

(erit. Of his wings destitute, the army broken,

Post. Still going ?— This is a lord! O noble And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying

misery? Through a strait lane; the enemy full-hearted, To be i'the field, and ask, what news of me! Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work To-day, how many would have given their honours More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down To have sav'd their carcasses ? took heel to do't, Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling And yet died too? 1,.in mine own woe charm’d, Merely through fear ; that the straight pass was Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; damn'd

Nor feel him, where he struck. Being an ugly With dead men, hurt behind, and cowards living monster, To die with lengthen'd shame.

'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, Lord. Where was this lane? (with turf; Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we

Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd That draw his knives i'the war. - Well, I will find Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier, For being now a favourer to the Roman, [him; An honest one, I warrant; who deserv'd

No more a Briton, I have resum'd again So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, The part I came in. Fight I will no more, In doing this for his country ;-athwart the lane, But yield me to the veriest hind that shall He, with two striplings (lads more like to run Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is The country base, than to commit such slaughter; Here made by the Romans; great the answer be With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer

Britons must take; for me, my ransome's death ; Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame), On either side I come to spend my breath ; Made good the passage ; cry'd to those that fled, Which neither here I'll keep, nor bear again, Our Briton's harts die flying, not our men : But end it by some means for Imogen. To darkness fleet, souls that fly backwards! Stand ; Enter two British Captains and Soldiers. Or we are Romans, and will give you that

1 Cap. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may save,

taken i But to look back in frown: stand, stand. These 'Tis thought, the old man and his sons were angels. Three thousand confident, in act as many (three, 2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit, (For three performers are the file, when all That gave the affront with them. The rest do nothing), with this word, stand, stand, I Cap. So 'tis reported Accommodated by the place, more charming, But none of them can be found. --Stand! who is With their own nobleness (which could have turn'd Post. A Roman;

[there? A distaff to a lance), gilded pale looks.

Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds Part, shame, part, spirit renes'd; that some, Had answer'd him. But by example (О, a sin in war, (turn'd coward 2. Cap. Lay hands on him; a dog ! Damn'd in the first beginners !) 'gan to look A leg of Rome shall not return to tell [his service The way that they did, and to grin like lions What crows bave peck'd them here. Upon the pikes o'the hunters.

Then began

As if he were of note: bring him to the king. A stop i'the chaser, a retire ; anon,

Enter Cymbeline, attended; Belarius, Guiderius, A rout, confusion thick. Forth with, they fly Arviragus, Pisanio, and Roman Captives. The Chickens, the way which thoy stoop'd eagles; slaves, Captains present Posthumus to Cymbeline, whe The strides they victors made: and now our deliverhim over to a gaoler : after which, all

cowards (Like fragments in hard voyages), became [open The life o'the need ; having found the back-door Ener Posthumus and two Gaolers. Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they wound! 1 Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you have Somc, slain before; some, dying; some, their so, graze, as you find pasture. [locks upon you; friends

2 Gaol. Ay, or a stomach. (exeunt Gaolers. O'erborne i'the former wave; ten, chac'd by one, Post. Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty:


He brags

go out.


I think, to liberty. Yet am I better

From Leonati's seat, and cast.
Than one that's sick o'the gout: since he had From her his dearest one,
Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur'd [rather

Sweet Imogen ?
By the sure physician, death ; who is the key Sici. Why did you suffer Iachimo,
To unbar these locks. My conscience! thou art Slight thing of Italy,

[give me To taint his nobler heart and brain
More than my shanks, and wrists : you, good gods, With needless jealousy ;
The penitent iostrument, to pick that bolt, And to become the geck and scorn
Then, free for ever! I'st enough, I am sorry?

O'the other's villainy?
So children temporal fathers do appease ;

2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came, Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent? Our parents, and us twain, I cannot do it better than in gyves,

That, striking in our country's cause, Desir'd, more than constrain'd: to satisfy,

Fell bravely, and were slain; If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take

Our fealty, and Tenantius' right,
No stricter render of me, than my all.

With honour to maintain.
I know, you are more clement then vile men, 1 Bro. Like bardiment Posthumus hath
Wbo of their broken debtors take a third,

To Cymbeline perform'd :
A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods,
On their abatement; that's not my desire :

Why hast thou thus adjourn'd
For Imogen's dear life, take mine ; and though The graces for his merits due ;
'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life : you coin'd it:

Being all to dolours turn'd ? 'Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp; Sici. Thy crystal window ope ; look out ; Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: | No longer exercise, You rather mine, being yours. And so, great Upon a valiant race, thy harsh If you will take this audit, take this life, (powers, And potent injuries : And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen!

Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good, I'll speak to thee in silence.

(he sleeps. Take off his miseries. Solemn music. Enter, as an apparition, Sicilius Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion ; help!

Leonatus, falher to Posthumus, an old man, Or we poor ghosts will cry attired like a warrior ; leading in his hand an To the shining synod of the rest, ancient matron, his wife, and mother to Posthu- Against thy deity. mus, with music before them. Then, after other 2 Bro. Help, Jupiter ; or we appeal, music, follow the two young Leonati, brothers to And from thy justice iy. Posthumus, with wounds, as they died in the Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting

They circle Posthumus round, as he lies upon an eagle; he throws a thunder-bolt. The sleeping.

ghosts fall on their knees. Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, show Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region low, Thy spite on mortal flies :

Offend our hearing ; hush !-How dare you With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,

ghosts That thy adulteries

Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt you know, Rates and revenges.

Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts ? Hath my poor boy done aught but well,

Poor shadows of Elysium, hence; and rest Whose face I never saw ?

Upon your never-withering banks of flowers: I died, whilst in the womb he staid

Be not with mortal accidents opprest; Attending nature's law.

No care of yours it is, you know, 'tis ours. Whose father then (as men report,

Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift, Thou orphans' father art),

The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; Thou should'st have been, and shielded him Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift : From this earth-vexing smart.

His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. Moth. Lucina lent me not her aid,

Our jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in But took me in my throes :

Our temple was he married.--Rise, and fade! That from me was Posthumus ript ;

He shall be lord of lady Imogen,
Came crying 'mongst his foes,

And happier' much by his affliction made,
A thing of pity !

This tablet lay upon his breast ; wherein Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,

Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine; Moulded the stuff so fair,

And so, away: no further with your din That he deserv'd the praise o'the world,

Express impatience, lest you stir up mine.As great Sicilius' heir.

Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline. (ascends. I Bro. When once he was mature for man, Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath In Britain where was he

Was sulphurous to smell : the holy eagle
That could stand up his parallel ;

Stnop'd, as to foot us : his ascension is
Or fruitful object be

More sweet than our bless'd fields : his royal bird In eye of Imogen, that best

Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, Could deem bis dignity ?

As when his god is pleas'd.
Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd, All. Thanks, Jupiter !
To be exil'd and thrown

Sici. The marble pavement closes, be je enter'd


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His radiant roof :- Away! and, to be blest, it own peril: and how you shall speed in your jourLet us with care perform his great behesti ney's' end, I think, you'll never return to tell one.

(Ghosts vanish. Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want Post. [waking] Sleep, thou hast been a grand. eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such sire, and begot!

as wink, and will not use them. A father to me: and thou hast created is 'n **? Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a man A mother, and two brothers. But (O scorn !) should have the best use of eyes, to see the way Gone! they went hence so 'soon as they were of blindness ! I am sure hanging's the way of born.

winking.is And so I am awake. -Poor wretches, that depend

Enter a Messenger. On greatness' favour, dream as I have done;

Mess. Knock off his manacles; bring your priWake, and find nothing.-But, alas, I swerve :- soner to the king. Many dream not to find, neither deserve,

Post. Thou bringest good news :-I am called And yet are steep'd in favours; so am I, 2 to be made free. That have this golden chance, and know not why. Gaol. I'll be hanged, then. " What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O, rare Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler, one!

no bolts for the dead. [exeunt Post. and Mess. Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment

Gaol. Unless a man would' marry a gallows, Nobler than it covers : let thy effects

and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, 441 Yet, on my conscience, there are verier knaves As good as promise.

desire to live, for all he be a Roman : and there [Reads] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself un- be some of them too, that die against their wills; known, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece

I would we were all of tender air ; and when from a stately cedar shall be opped so should I, if I were one. branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, of one mind, and one mind good; 0, there were be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall desolation of gaolers, and gallowses! I speak Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty.

against my present profit; but my wish hath a 'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen preferment in't.

[ereunt. Tongue, and brain not : either both, or nothing :

*** SCENE V. CYMBELINE'S TENT. Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such

Enter Cymbeline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, As sense cannot untie. Be what it is, ie thesis Pisanio, Lords, Officers, and Attendantses The action of my life is like it, which is Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods I'll keep, if but for sympathy.

bave made Re-enter Gaolers, 114, 15 dit is Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart, Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death? That the poor soldier, that so richly fought, Post. Over-roasted rathers ready long ago. Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked breast

Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir; if you be ready Stepp'd before targe of proof, cannot be found : for that, you are well cooked. C11

He shall be happy that can find him, if Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spec- Our grace can make him so. tators, the dish pays the shot.

Bel. I never saw Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir : but the Such noble fury in so poor a thing : comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought fear no more tavern bills; which are often the But beggary and poor looks. sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth : you Cym. No tidings of him? come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead and too much drink : sorry that you have paid too | But no trace of him.

[living much; and sorry that you are paid too much : Cym. To my grief, I am purse and brain both empty: the brain the hea- The heir of his reward: which I will add vier for being too light, the purse too light, being To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain I drawn of heaviness. O! of this contradiction you

[to Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus shall now be quit.--- the charity of a penny cord! | By whom, I grant, she lives; ?tis now the time it sums up thousands in a trice : you have no true To ask of whence you are :-report it. debitor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and

Bel. Sir, to come, the discharge :-your neck, sir, is pen, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen : book, and counters; 80 the aquittance follows. Further to boast, were neither true nor modest,

Post. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. Unless I add, we are honest.

Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the Cym. Bow your knees : toothach: but a man that were to sleep your Arise, my knights o'the battle : I create you sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, Companions to our person, and will fit you he would change places with his officer: for, look With dignities becoming your estates. you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.

Enter Cornelius and Ladies. Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.

There's business in these faces.-- Why so sadly Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then ; I Greet you our victory ? you look like. Romans, have not seen him so pictured: you must either And not o'the court of Britaill. be directed by some that take upon them to know; Cor. Hail, great king! or take upon yourself that, which I am sure you To sour your happiness, I must report do not know; or jump the after-inquiry on your | The queen is deada

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Cym. Whom worse than a physician Esatt? May be call'd ransome, let it coine : sufficeth, Would this report become? But I consider, A Řoman with a Roman's heart can suffer: By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death Augustus lives to think ont:—and so much Wil seize the doctor too. How ended she? For my peculiar care. This one thing only

Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; I will entreat; my boy, a Briton born,
Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Let him be ransom'd: never master had
Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd, A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,
I will report, so please you : these her women So tender over his occasions, true,
Can trip me, if I ert; who, with wet cheeks, So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join
Were present when she finished.

With my request, which, - I'll make bold, your Cym. Pr'ythee, say,

highness Cor. First, she confess'd she never lov'd you ; Cannot deny; he hath done vo Briton harm, Affected greatness got by you, not you; [only Though he hath serv'd a Roman! save him, sir, Married your royalty, was wife to your place ; And spare no blood beside. Abhorrd your person.

Cym. I have surely seen him : Cym. She alone knew this :

His favour is familiar to me.-:191 And, but she spoke it dying, I would not Boy, thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.

And art mine own. -I know not why, not Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to

wherefore, With such integrity, she did confess (love To say, live, boy: ne'er thank thy master ; livc: 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 ; Ta'en off by poison.

Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, Cym. 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 bad

And yet, I know, thou wilt. Por you a mortal mineral; wbich, 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 waste you: in which time she purpos’d, Bitter to me as death : your life, good master, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to Must shume for itself. O’ercome you with her show : yes, and in time Luc. The boy disdains me, (When she had fitted you with her craft), to work | He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys, Her son 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 stand he so perplex'd ? Grew shameless desperate ; open'd, in despite , Cym. What would'st thou, boy? Of heaven and men, her purposes ; repented I love thee more and more; think more and more The evils she hatch'd were not effected ; so, What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st Despairing, died.

on ? speak, Cym. Heard you all this, her women ? Wilt have him live? is he thy kin? thy friend? Lady. We did so, please your highness.

Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me Cym. Mine eyes

Than I to your highness; who being born your Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;

Am something nearer.

(vassal, Mine ears, that beard her flattery: nor my heart, Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so ? That thought her like her seeming; it had been Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please vicious,

To give me hearing. To have mistrusted her : yet, O my daughter ! Cym. Ay, with all That it was fully in me, thou may'st say,

And lend my best attention. What's thy name. And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all ! Imo. Fidele, sir. Enter Lucius, Iachimo, Soothsayer, and Roman Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page; Prisoners, guarded ; Posthumus, behind, and I'll be thy master : walk with me; speak freely. Imogen.

(Cymbeline and Imogen converse apart. Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death? The Britons have raz'd out, though with the loss Arv. One sand another Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made Not more resembles: that sweet rosy lad, suit,

Who died, and was Fidele.- What think you ? That their good souls may be appeas'd with Gui. The same dead thing alive. slaughter

Bel. Peace, peace! see further: he eyes us nots Of you their captives, which ourself bave granted : forbear; So think of your estate.

Creatures may be alikę: were't he, I am sure Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day He would have spoke to us. Was yours by accident ; had it gone with us,

Gui. But we saw him dead. We should not, when the blood was cool, have Bcl. Be silence ; let's see further : threaten'd [gods Pis. It is

do aside. mistress.

my Our prisoners with the sword. But since the Since she is living, let the time run ou, Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives To good, or bad. [Cym. and Imo. come forward,

my heart,

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