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To wipe out our ingratitude with loves Shall make their harbour in our town, till we Above their quantity.
Have seal'd thy full desire. 2 Sen. So did we woo
Alcib. Then there's my glove; Transformed Timon to our city's love, Descend, and open your uncharged ports ;* By humble message, and by promis’d means;* Those enemies of Timon's, and mine own, We were not all unkind, nor all deserve Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof, The common stroke of war.
Fall, and no more: and,- to atonet your leare i Sen. These walls of ours
With my more noble meaning,-not a man Were not erected by their hands, from whom Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream You have receiv'd your griefs : vor are they Of regular justice in your city's bounds, such,
But shall be remedied, to your public law's Than these great towers, trophies, and schools At heaviest answer. should fall
Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken. For private faults in them.
Alcib. Descend, and kep your words. 2 Sen. Nor are they living, Who were the motives that you first went out; The Senators descend, and open the Gates. Shame, that they wanted cunning, in excess Hath broke their hearts. March, noble lord,
Enter a SOLDIER. Into our city with thy banners spread:
Sold. My noble general, Timon is drad; By decimation, and a tithed death,
Entomb’d upon the very hem o'the sea : (If thy revenges hunger for that food,
And on his grave-stone, this insculpture; Which nature loaths,) take thou the destin'd
With wax I brought away, whose soft impres And by the hazard of the spotted die,
Interpreis for my poor ignorance.
Alcib. (Reads.) Here lies a wretched corse, of For those that were, it is not square,t to take,
wretched soul bereft: On those that are, revenges: crimes, like Seek not my nume: A plague consume you wicked lands,
caititt's left! Are not inherited. Then, dear countryman, Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all liring men Bring in thy ranks, but leave without thy
did lute: rage:
Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay Spare thy Athenian cradle, and those kin,
not here thy gait. Which, in the bluster of thy wrath, must fall, With those that have offended: like a shep. These well express in thee thy latter spirits : herd,
Though thou abhorr’dst in us our human griefs, Approach the fold, and cull the infected forth, Scorn’dst our brain's flow,t and those our But kill not altogether.
droplets which 2 Sen. What thou wilt,
From niggard nature fall, vet rich conceit Thou rather shalt enforce it with thy smile. Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for Than hew to't with thy sword. 1 Sen. Set but thy foot
(ope; On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead Against our rampir'd gates, and they shall Is noble Timon; of whose memory So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, Hereafter more.-Bring me into your city, To say, thou'lt enter friendly.
And I will use the olive with my sword : 2 Sen. Throw thy glove;
Make war breed peace; make peace stints Or any token of thine honour else,
war; make each That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, Prescribe to other, as each other's leech.ll And not as our confusion, all thy powers Let our drums strike.
[Ereint. * 1 t. Dy promising him a competent subsistence.
* Unattacked gates.
† Reconcije. + Not regular, not equitable.
1. e. Our tears.
C Y MB EL I N E.
CYMBELINE, King of Britain.
CORNELIUS, a Physician, CLOTEN, Son to the Queen by a former hus- Two GENTLEMEN. band.
Two JAILERS. LEONATUS POSTHUMUS, a Gentleman, Husband to Imogen.
QUEEN, Wife to Cymbeline. BELARIUS, a banished Lord, disguised under I MOGEN, Daughter to Cymbeline, by a former the name of MORGAN.
Queen. Sons to Cymbeline, disguised HELEN, Woman to Imogen. GUIDERIUS, under the names of POLYDORE ARVIRAGUS, and Cadwal, supposed Sons Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, to Belarius.
Apparitions, a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gente PHILARIO, Friend to Posthumus,
man, a Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Or. IACHIMO, Friend to Philario,
ficers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and A FRENCH GENTLEMAN, Friend to Philario. other Attendants. Caius Lucius, General of the Roman Forces. A Roman CAPTAIN. Two British CAPTAINS. SCENE sometimes in Britain; sometimes in Pisanio, Servant to Posthumus.
For one his like, there would be something SCENE 1.-Britain.—The Garden behind
failing CYMBELIne's Palace.
In him that should compare. I do not think,
So fair an outward, and such stuff withio, Enter two GENTLEMEN.
Endows a man but he.
2 Gent. You speak him far. * 1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns :
1 Gent. I do extend him, Sir, within himsell; our bloods*
Crush him together, rather than unfold No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers;
His measure duly.t Still seem, as does the king's.
2 Gent. What's his name, and birth? 2 Gen. But what's the matter?
1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the rout: His 1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his was call’d Sicilius, who did join his honour,
father kingdom, whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow, Against the Romans, with Cassibelan; Thai laie he married,) ha reterr'd elf But had his titles by Tenantius,: whom Unto a poor but worthy gentleman : She’s He serv'd with glory and admir'd success: wedded;
So gain’d the sur-addition, Leonatus:" Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all
And had, besides this gentleman in question, Is outward sorrow; though I think, the king
Two other sors, who, in the wars o'the time, Be touch'd at very heart.
Died with their swords in hand; for which their 2 Gent. None but the king?
father 1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the (Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow, queen,
[tier, 1 That he quit being; and this gentle lady, That most desir'd the match : But not a cour? Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd Although they wear their facts to the bent As he was born. The king, he takes the babe Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not
To his protection; calls him Posthumus; Glad at the thing they scowl at.
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-cham2 Gent. And why so?
ber: 1 Gent. He that'hath miss’d the princess, is Puts him to all the learnings that his time a thing
Could make him the receiver of; which he Tuo bad for bad report: and he that hath her, As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and
took, (I mean, that married her,-alack, good man!And therefore banish'd) is a creature such
In his spring became a harvest: Liv'd in courte As, to seek through the regions of the earth
* 1 e. You praise him extensively.
+ My praise, however extensive, is within his ment luclinacion, natural disasition.
The father of Cymbelinc.
(Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, most
(ture, A sample to the youngest; to the more ma. Queen. Be brief, I pray you: A glass that feated* them; and to the graver, . If the king come, I shall incur I know nut A child that guided dotards : to his mistress, How much of his displeasure :-Yet I'll more For whom he now is banish’d,-her own price
(Aside, Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue; To walk this way: I never do him wrong, By her election may be truly read,
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; What kind of man he is.
Pays dear for my offences.
[Erit: 2 Gent. I honour him
[me, Post. Should we be taking leave Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell As long a term as yet we have to live, Is she sole child to the king ?
The loathness to depart would grow: Adieu! 1 Gent. His only child.
[ing, Imo. Nay, stay a little: He had two sons, (if this be worth your hear- Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, Such parting were too petty. Look here, love l'the swathing clothes the other, from their This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart nursery
(knowledge But keep it till you woo another wife, Were stolen: and to this hour, no guess in When Imogen is dead. Which way they went.
Post. How! how! another?2 Gent. How long is this ago?
You gentle gods, give me but this I have, 1 Gent. Some twenty years.
And sear up* my embracements from a next 2 Gent. That a king's children should be so
With bonds of death!-Remain thou here convey'd!
[Putting on the Ring. So slackly guarded! And the search so slow, While senset can keep it on! And sweetest, That could not trace them!
fairest, 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
As I my poor self did exchange for you, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles Yet is it true, Sir.
I still win of you: For my sake, wear this; 2 Gent. I do well believe you.
It is a manacle of love; ''ll place it i Gent. We inust forbear: Here comes the Upon this fairest prisoner. queen and princess. [Exeunt.
[Putting a Bracelet on her Arm.
Imo. O, the gods !
When shall we see again?
Enter CYMBELINE and Lords. Queen. No, be assur’d, you shall not find me, daughter,
Post. Alack, the king ! After the slander of most step-mothers,
Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but
my sight! Your jailer shall deliver you the keys (mus, lf, after this command, thou fraught the court That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthú. With thy unworthiness, thou diest: Away! So soon as I can win the offended king, Thou art poison to my blood. I will be known your advocate : marry, yet
Post. The gods protect you! The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good, And bless the good remainders of the court! You lean'd unto his sentence, with what pa
[Exit. Your wisdom may inform you. (tience Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death Post. Please your highness,
More sharp than this is. I will from hence to-day.
Cym. ) disloyal thing, Queen. You know the peril:
That should’st repair my youth; thou heapest I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
A year's age on me! The pangs of barr'd affections; though the Imo. I beseech you, Sir, king
Harm not yourself with your vexation ; I Hath charg'd you should not speak together. Am senseless of your wrath ; a touch more [Exit Queen. Subdues all pangs, all fears.
(rares Imo. O
Cym. Past grace? obedience? Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, Can tickle where she wounds !-My dearest
past grace. husband,
,[thing, Cym. T'hat might'st have had the solell son of I something fear my father's wrath; but no
my queen! Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose His rage can do on me : You must be gone;
an eagle, And I shall here abide the hourly shot And did avoid a puttock. I Of angry eyes; nor comforted to live,
Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have But that there is this jewel in this world,
made my throne That I may see again.
A seat for baseness. Post. My queen! my mistress!
Imo. No; I rather added 0, lady, weep no more ; lest I give cause A lustre to it. To be suspected of more tenderness
Cym. U thou vile one!
A man, worth any woman; overbuys me
1 Fin. ! A more exquisite feeling. (Onl'
I am gone.
Ino. Almost, Sir: Heaven restore me!-- 2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans: 'Would I were Puppies !
(Aside. A neat-herd's* daughter! and my Leonatus Clo. I would, they had not come between us. Our neighbour shepherd's son!
2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured Re-enter QUEEN. how long a fool you were upon the ground.
(Aside. Cym. Thou foolish thing!
Clo. And that she should love this fellow, They were again together: you have done and refuse me!
[To the QUEEN. 2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election Not after our command. Away with her, she is damned.
[Aside And pen her up.
1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beau. Queen. 'Beseech your patience :-Peace, ty and her brain go not together :* She's a Dear lady daughter, peace;-Sweet sovereign, good sign, but I have seen small reflection of Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself her wit.t some comfort
2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the Out of your best advice.
reflection should hurt her.
[Aside. Cym. Nay, let her languish
Clo. Come, l'll to my chamber: 'Would there A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, had been some hurt done! Die of this folly!
(Exit. 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the Enter PisaNIO.
fall of an ass, which is no great burt. [Aside. Queen. Fie !-you must give way: [news?
Clo. You'll go with us?
i Lord. I'll åttend your lordship. Here is your servant.-How now, Sir ? What Pis. My lord your son drew on my master.
Clo. Nay, come, let's go together.
2 Lurd. Well, my lord. Queen. Ha!
[Exeunt. No harm, I trust, is done? Pis. There might have been,
SCENE IV.-A Room in CYMBELine's Palace. But that my master rather play'd than fought,
Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO.
Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores Queen. I am very glad on't.
o'the haven, Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes And question'dst every sail: if he should write, his part.
And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost
Pis. 'Twas, His queen, his queen!
Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief? master?
Pis. And kiss'd it, madam. Pis. On his command: He would not suffer Imo. Senseless linen! happier therein than
And that was all ?
[I! To bring him to the haven : left these notes Pis. No, madam; for so long Of what commands I should be subject to,
As he could make me with this eye or ear When it pleas'd you to employ me.
Distinguish him from others, he did keep Queen. This hath been
The deck, with glove, or hat, or haudkerchief, Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour, Still waving, as the tits and stirs of his mind He will remain so.
Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on, Pis. I humbly thank your highness.
How swift his ship. Queen. Pray, walk a while.
Imo. Thou should'st have made him Imo. About some half hour hence,
As little as a crow, or less, ere left 1
pray you, speak with me: you shall, at least, To afier-eye bim. Go see my lord aboard: for this time, leave Pis. Madam, so I did,
[Exeunt. Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings;
crack'd them, but
To look upon him; till the diminution
Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle:
Nay, follow'd'him, till he had melted from 1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a The smallness of a gnat to air; and then shirt; the violence of action hath made you Have turn’d mine eye, and wept.-But, good reek as a sacrifice: Where air comes out, air When shall we hear from him? [Pisanio, comes in: there's none abroad so wholesome Pis. Be assur'd, madam, as that you vent.
With his next vantage. Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had it-Have I hurt him?
Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him, 2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his pa- How I would think on him, at certain hours, Sience.
[4side. Such thoughts, and such ; or I could make him 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable car. The shes of Italy should not betray [swear cass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for Mine interest, and his honour; or have charg'd steel if it be not hurt.
(night, 2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o'the At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midpackside the town.
[Aside. To encounter ine with orisons, $ for then Clo. The villain would not stand me.
I am in heaven for him : or ere I could 2 Lord. No; but he fed forward still, toward Give him that parting kiss, which I had set your face.
[Aside. 1 Lord. Stand you! You had land enough of * Her beauty and sense are not equal. your own: but he added to your having; gave + To understand the force of this idea, it should be rem you some ground.
membered that anciently alınost every sign had a motto
or some attempt at a witticism underneath it.
1 Oportunity. Meet me with reciprocal prayer
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my, is mended,) my quarrel was not altogether father,
slight. And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, French. 'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitre. Shakes all our buds from growing.
ment of swords; and by such two, that would,
by all likelihood, have confounded* one the Enter a LADY.
other, or have fallen both. Loudy. The queen, madam,
Iach. Can we, with manners, ask what was Desires your highness' company.
the difference? Imi. Those things I bid you do, get them French. Safely, I think: 'twas a contention despatch'd.
in public, which may, without contradiction, I will attend the queen,
suffer the report. It was much like an arguPis. Madam, I shall.
[ Exeunt. ment that fell out last night, where each of us
fell in praise of our country mistresses: This SCENE V.- Rome. -- An Apartment in Phi. gentleman at that time vouching, (and upon LARIO's House.
warrant of bloody affirmation,) bis to be more Enter PHILARIO, Lachimo, a FRENCHMAN, a
fair, virtuous, wise, chaste, constant-qualified, DUTCHMAN, and a SPANIARD.
and less attemptible, than any the rarest of
our ladies in France. lach. Believe it, Sir, I have seen him in Britain: he was then of a crescent note, * expected gentleman's opinion, by this, worn out.
lach. That lady is not now living; or this to prove so worthy, as since he bath been al.
Post. She holds her virtue still, and I my lowed the name of: but I could then have mind. looked on him without the help of admiration;
Iach. You must not so far prefer her 'fore though the catalogue of his endowments had
ours of Italy. been tabled by his side, and I to peruse him
Post. Being so far provoked as I was in by items. Phi. You speak of him when he was less profess'myself her adorer, not her friend.t
France, I would abate her nothing; though I furnished,t than now be is, with that which
lach. As fair, and as good, (a kind of handmakest him both without and within. French. I have seen him in France: we had fair, and too good for any lady in Britany. If
in-hand comparison,) had been something too very many there, could behold the sun with as she went before others I have seen, as that firm eyes as he.
diamond of yours outlustres many I have be. Tach. This matter of marrying his king's held, I could not but believe she excelled daughter, (wherein he must be weighed rather many: but I have not seen the most precious by her value, than his own,) words him, I diamond that is, nor you the lady: doubt not, a great deal from the matter. French. And then his banishment:
Post. I praised her, as I rated her; so do I
my stone. Tach. Ay, and the approbation of those, that
Tach. What do you esteem it at? weep this lamentable divorce, under her co
Post. More than the world enjoys. lours, are wonderfully to extendş him; be it but to fortify her judgement, which else an easy dead, or she's outpriz'd by a trifle.
luch. Either your unparagoned mistress is battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar Post. You are mistaken: the one may be without more quality. But how comes it, he sold, or given; if there were wealth enough is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquain- for the purchase, or merit for the gift: the tance? Phi. His father and I were soldiers toge- of the gods.
other is not a thing for sale, and only the gift ther; to wbom I have been often bound for no
Jach. Which the gods have given you ? less than my life:
Post. Which by their graces, I will keep. Enter POSTHUMUS.
Tach. You may wear her in title yours: but,
you know, strange fowl light upon neighbourHere comes the Briton: Let him be so enter-ing ponds. Your ring may be stolen too: so, tained amongst you, as suits, with gentlemen of your brace of unprizeable estimations, the of your knowing, to a stranger of quality.-1 one is but frail, and the other casual; a cunbeseech you all, be better known to this gen- ning thief, or a that-way accomplished courtleman; whom I commend to you as a noble tier, would hazard the winning both of first friend of mine: How worthy he is, I will leave and last. to appear hereafter, rather than story him in Post. Your Italy contains none so accomhis own hearing.
plished a courtier, to convinces the honour of French. Sir, we have known together in Or- my mistress; if, in the holding or loss of that, leans.
you term ber frail. I do nothing doubt, you Post. Since when I have been debtor to you have store of thieves ;-notwithstanding I fear for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay, not my ring. and yet pay still.
Phi. Let us leave here, gentlemen. French. Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: Post. Sir, with all heart. This worthy sigI was glad I did atonell my countryman and nior, I thank him, makes no stranger of me; you; it had been pity, you should have been we are familiar at first. put together with so mortal a purpose, as then lach. With five times so much conversation each bore, upon importance of so slight and I should get ground of your fair mistress: trivial a pature.
make her go back, even to the yielding; had Post. By your pardon, Sir, I was then a I admittance, and opportunity to friend. young traveller: rather shunned to go even Post. No, no. with what I heard, than in my every action to lach. I dare, thereon, pawn the moiety of be guided by others' experiences: but, upon my estate to your ring; which, in my opinion, my mended judgement, (if I offend not to say ito'er-values it something: But I make my wager * Increasing in fame.
rather against your confidence, than her repu.
† Accomplished. 1 Forms him.
* Destroyed. + Lover,--I speak of her as a being I • Importunity, instigation.
reverence, not as a beauty whom I enjoy, * Overcomo