woman

'shrew me,

me:

my sin :

7717 Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

Clo. The south-fog rot him. Lady. That's more

Ime He never can meet more mischance, Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,

than come

[ment Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garpleasure?

That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer Clo, Your lady's person: Is she ready? In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Ludy. Ay,

Were they all made such men.-How now To keep her chamber.

Pisanio? Clo. There's gold for you ; sell me your good report.

Enter PisaniO. Lady. How! my good name? or to report of Clo. His garment? Now, the devilyou

Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee preWhat I shall think is good ?—The princess— sently :

Clo. His garment?
Enter IMOGEN.

Imo. I am sprighted* with a fool;
Clo. Good-morrow,fairest sister: Your sweet Frighted, and anger'd worse :-Go, bid my

hand. Imo. Good-morrow, Sir: You lay out too Search for a jewel, that too casually much pains

Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: For purchasing but trouble : the thanks I give, Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,

If I would lose it for a revenue And scarce can spare them.

Of any king's in Europe. I do think, Clo. Still, I swear, I love you.

I saw't this morning : confident I am,
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with Last night 'twas on my arm ; I kiss'd it:

I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord
If you swear still, your recompense is still That I kiss aught but he.
That I regard it not.

Pis. 'Twill not be lost.
Clo. This is no answer.

Imo. I hope so: go, and search. [Exit Pis. Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being Clo. You have abus'd me :silent,

[i'faith, His meanest garment? I would not speak. I pray you, spare me : Imo. Ay; I said so, Sir. I shall unfold equal discourtesy

(ing If you will make't an action, call witness to't. To your best kındness; one of your great know- Clo. I will inform your father. Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

Imo. Your mother too: Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,

But the worst of me. So I leave you, Sir, I will not.

To the worst of discontent.

[Exit. Imo. Fools are not mad folks.

Clo. I'll be reveng'd :Clo. Do you call me fool ?

His meanest garment ?-Well, [Erit. Imo. As I am mad, I do: If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;

SCENE IV.--Rome.-An Apartment in That cures us both. I am much sorry, Sir,

Philario's House.
You put me to forget a lady's manners,

Enter Post UMUS and PHILARIO.
By being so verbal :* and learn now, for all,
That I, which know my heart, do here pro-

Post. Fear it not, Sir; I would, I were so nounce, By the very truth of it, I care not for you;

To win the king, as I am bold, her honour And am so near the lack of charity,

Will remain hers. (To accuse myself) I hate you : which I had

Phi. What means do you make to him? You felt, than make't my boast. (rather

Post. Not any; but abide the change of Clo. You sin against Obedience, which you owe your father. For

Quake in the present winter's state, and wish The contract you pretend with that base wretch, That warmer days would come: In these fear'd (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold

hopes, dishes,

(none:

I barely gratify your love; they failing, With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract,

I must die much your debtor. And though it be allow'd in meaner parties,

Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, (Yet who, than he, more mean ?) to knit their O’erpays all I can do. By this, your king, souls

Hath heard of great Augustus : Caius Lucius On whom there is no more dependency

Will do his commission throughly: and, I But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot it

think, Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by

He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, The consequence o'the crown; and must not

Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance The precious note of it with a base slave, (soil Is yet fresh in their grief. A hildingt for a livery, a squire's cloth,

Post. I do believe, A pantler, not so eminent.

(Statistt though I am none, nor like to be,) Imo. Profane fellow!

That this will

prove a war; and you shall hear Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more,

The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings то his groom: thou wert digoified enough, Are men more order'd,

than when Julius Cesar

Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen Even to the point of envy, if ’twere made Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd

Smild at their lack of skill, but found their The under-hangman of his kingdom; and bated Worthy his frowning at: Their discipline

courage For being preferr'd so well.

(Now mingled with their courages) will make * So verbose, so full of talk.

sure

time;

To their approvers,* they are people, such Post. This is true ;
That mend upon the world.

And this you might have heard of here, by me,

Or by some other.
Enter IachiMO.

Iach. More particulars
Phi. See! Iachimo?

Must justify my knowledge. Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by Or do your honour injury.

Post. So they must, land: And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece,

lach. The chimney To make your vessel nimble.

Chaste Dian, bathing: never saw I figures
Phi. Welcome, Sir.
Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her,

So likely to report themselves: the cutter
The speediness of your return. [made

Motion and breath left out. lach. Your lady Is one the fairest that I have look'd upon.

Post. This is a thing, Post. And, therewithal, the best; or let her which you might from relation likewise reap;

Being, as it is, much spoke of. beauty

Iach. The roof o'the chamber Look through a casement to allure false hearts, with golden cherubims is fretted: Her andi

(rons* And be false with them. Iach. Here are letters for you.

(I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids Post. Their tenour good, I trust.

Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely Iach. 'Tis very like.

Depending on their brands. Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and

Post. This is her honour!When you were there?

praise

(los Iach. He was expected then, But not approach'd.

Be given to your remembrance,) the descripPost. All is well yet.

Of what is in her chamber, nothing saves Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not

The wager you have laid.

Lach. Then if you can,
Too dull for your good wearing ?
Luch. If I have lost it,

[Pulling out the Bracelet. I should have lost the worth of it in gold.

Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel:

See!-
I'll make a journey twice as far to enjoy
A second night of such sweet shortness, which | And now 'tis up again : It must be married
Was mine in Britain; for the ring is won.

To that your diamond; I'll keep them.

Post. Jove! Post. The stone's too hard to come by.

Once more let me behold it; Is it that lach. Not a whit, Your lady being so easy.

Which I left with her? Post. Make not, Sir,

lach. Sir, (I thank her,) that: Your loss your sport:' I hope, you know that she stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; Must not continue friends.

[we

Her pretty action did outsell her gift, lach. Good Sir, we inust,

And yet enrich'd it too: She gave it me, and If you keep covenant: Had I not brought

She priz'd it once.

(said, The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant To send it me.

Post. May be, she pluck'd it off,
We were to question further: but I now
Profess myself the winner of her honour,

lach. She writes so to you? doth she? Together with your ring; and not the wronger

Post. 0, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this too;

(Gires the Ring. Of her, or you, having proceeded but

It is a basilisk unto mine eye,
By both your wills.
Post. If you can make't apparent

Kills me to look on't:-Let there be no honour, That you have tasted her in bed, my hand

Where there is beauty; truth, where sem. blance; love

[men And ring, is yours: If not, the foul opinion

Where there's another man: The vows of wo. You had of her pure honour, gains, or loses, Your sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both Of no more bondage be, to where they are

made, To who shall find them. Iach. Sir, my circumstances,

Than they are to their virtues; which is no.

[thing:Being so near the truth, as I will make them, 0, above measure false ! Must first induce you to believe: whose

Phi. Have patience, Sir, strength

And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, Who knows if one of her women, being cor

It may be probable, she lost it; or, You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall

Hath stolen it from her. You need it not.

(rupted, [find Post. Very true;

fring ;Post. Proceed. lach. First, her bed-chamber,

And so, I hope, he came by't :-Back my (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess,

Render to me some corporal sign about her, Had that was well worth watching,) It was More evident than this; for this was stolen. hang'd

lach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm. With tapestry of silk and silver? the story

Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,

(sure, And Cydnus swell’d above the banks, or for

"Tis true ;-nay, keep the ring—'tis true: I am The press of boats, or pride: A piece of work She would not lose it: her attendants are So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive

All sworn and honourable :-They induc'd to

steal it! In workmanship, and value; which I wonder'd,

And by a stranger ?-No, he hath enjoy'd her: Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,

The cognizance of her incontinency Since the true life on't was

* Ornamented iron bars which support wood burnei in

chimneys. + Torches in the hands of Cupids. * To those who try them.

The badge, the token.

swears.

[Exit.

is this,-she hath bought the name of whore For even to vice
tbus dearly.-

They are not constant, but are changing stil)
There, take thy hire : and all the fiends of hell One vice, but of a minute old, for one
Divide themselves between you!

Not half so old as that. I'll write against
Phi. Sir, be patient:

them, This is not strong enough to be believ'd Detest them, curse them :-Yet'tis greater skill Of one persuaded well of

In a true hate, to pray they have their will: Post. Never talk on't;

The very devils cannot plague them better. She hath been colted by him.

[Exit.
Iach. If you seek
For further satisfying, under her breast

ACT III.
(Worthy the pressing, lies a mole, right proud
Of that most delicate lodging: By my lite,

SCENE I.-Britain.-A Room of State in
I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger

CYMBELINE's Paluce.
To feed again, though full." You do remember Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, CLOTEN, und LORDS,
This stain upon her?
Post. Ay, and it doth confirm

at one Door; and at another, Caius Lucius,

and Attendunts.
Another stain, as big as hell can hold,
Were there no more but it.

Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cesar lach. Will you hear more?

with us?
Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the Luc. When Julius Cesar (whose remem-
Once, and a million!

(turns;
brance yet

(tongues, lach. I'll be sworn,

Lives in men's eyes; and will to ears, and Post. No swearing.

Be theme, and hearing ever,) was in this BriIf you will swear you have not done't, you lie;

taip, And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny

And conquerd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, Thou hast made me cuckold.

(Famous in Cesar's praises, no whit less Iach. I will deny nothing.

Than in his feats deserving it,) for him, Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb. And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, meal!

Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee will go there, and do't; i'the court; before Is left untender'd.

(lately Her father :-I'll do something

Queen. And, to kill the marvel,
Phi. Quite besides

Shall be so ever.
The government of patience!-- You have won: Clo. There be many Cesars,
Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath Ere such another Julius. Britain is
He hath against himself.

A world by itself; and we will nothing pay,
Iuch. With all my heart.

[Exeunt. For wearing our own noses. SCENE V.—The same. —Another Room in the which then they had to take from us, to re

Queen. That opportunity,

[sume We have again.-Remember, Sir, my liege, Enter PosTHUMUS.

The kings your ancestors; together with
Post. Is there no way for men to be, but The natural bravery of your isle; which stands

As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
Must be half-workers? We are bastards all; With rocks upscaleable, and roaring waters;
And that most venerable man, which I

With sande, that will not bear your enemies'
Did call my father, was I know not where

boats,

[conquest When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of tools

Cesar made here; but made not here his brag Made me a counterfeit: Yet my mother seem'a Of, came, and saw, and overcame: with shame The Dian of that time: so doth my wife (The first that ever touch'd him,) he was carThe nonpareil of this.-0 vengeance, ven

ried

[ping, geance!

From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipMe of my lawful pleasure she restrain'a, (Poor ignorant baubles!) on our terrible seas, And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, A pudency* so rosy, the sweet view on't

crack'd Might well have warm’d old Saturn; that I As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof, thought her

[devils !- The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point
As chaste as unsunn'd snow:-0, all the (0, giglot* fortune!) to master Cesar's sword,
This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,-was't not?- Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
Or less,-at first: Perchance he spoke not; And Britons strut with courage.
but,

Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid:
Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that
Cried, oh! and mounted: found no opposition time; and, as I said, there is no more such
But what he look'd for should oppose, and she Cesars: other of them may have crooked noses •
Should from encounter guard. Could I find but, to owe such straight arms, none.
out

(tion Cym. Son, let your mother end.
The woman's part in me! For there's no mo- Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe
That tends to vice in man, but I aflirm

as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it, but I have a hand.- Why tribute? why should The woman's; lattering, hers; deceiving, we pay tribute? If Cesar can hide the sun hers;

[dain, from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, dis- pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, Nice longings, slanders, mutability, [knows, Sir, no more tribute, pray you now. All faults that may be nam’d, nay, that hell Cym. You must know, Why hers in part, or all; but, rather, all : Till the injurious Romans did extort * Bodesty.

& Susumpet.

same.

women

This tribute from us, we were free: Cesar's | Thut I have sent her, by her own command ambition,

(stretch | Shall give thee opportunity :-0 damn'd paper! (Which swell'd so much, that it did almost Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless The sides o'the world,) against all colour, here

bauble, Did put the yoke upon us; which to shake off, Art thon a feodary* for this act, and look'st Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes. Ourselves to be. We do say then to Cesar, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which

Enter IMOGEN. Ordain'd our laws; (whose use the sword of I am ignorant in what I am commanded. Cesar

Imo. How now, Pisanio? Hath too much mangled; whose repair, and

Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord, franchise,

Imo. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord? Leo. Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,

natus? Though Rome be therefore angry;) Mulmu- 1 o, learn'd indeed were that astronomer, tius,

That knew the stars, as I his characters; Who was the first of Britain, which did put

He'd lay the future open.-You, good gods, His brows within a golden crown, and cali’d

Let what is here contain'd relish of love, Himself a king.

Of my lord's health, of his content, - yet not, Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cesar

That we two are asunder, let that grieve him,: (Cesar, that hath more kings his servants, than (Some griefs are med'cinable;) that is one of

them, 'Thyself domestic officers,) thine enemy : Receive it from ine, then :-War, and confu- All but in that!-Good was, thy leare :

For it doth physic love ;-of his content, sion,

Bless'd be, In Cesar's name pronounce l’gainst thee; look You bees, that make these locks of counsel:

[Lurers, For fury not to be resisted: Thus defied, I thank thee for myself.

And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike;

Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius.
Thy Cesar knighted me; my youth I spent

You clasp young Cupid's tables.-Good news, Much under him; of him I gather'd honour;

gods!

[Reads. Which he, to seek of me again, perforce,

Justice, and your father's wrath, should be

take me in his dominion, could uot be so cruel to Behoves me keep at utterance ;* I am perfect,t me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, wauld not That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent I am in Cambria, at Målford- Haren.

even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that

What Which, not to read, would show the Britons So Cesar shall not find them.

your own love will, out of this, advise you, fol.

(cold: low. So, he wishes you all happiness, that reLuc. Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make mains loyal to his rou, and your, increasing in

love,

LEONATUS POSTHUMUS, pastime with us a day, or two, longer: If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shallo, for a horse with wings !-Hear'st thou, find us in our salt-water girdle: if you beat us

Pisanio? out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adven- He is at Milford-Haven: Read, and tell me ture, our crows shall fare the better for you; How far 'tis thither. If one of mean afiairs and there's an end.

May plod it in a week, why may not I Luc. So, Sir.

Glide thither in a day?-Then, true Pisanio, Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he (Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord ; who mine:

long'st,

[long'st,All the remain is, welcome.

(Exeunt. 0, let me 'baten-but not like me :-yet

But in a fainter kind :-0, not like me; SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak Enter PISANIO.

thick,t

[ing,

(Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearPis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write to the smothering of the sense,) how far it is

To this same blessed Milford : And, by the What monster's her accuser ?—Leonatus !

way, 0, master! what a strange infection

Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian To inherit such a haven : But, first of all, (As poisonous tongue’d, as handed,) hath How we may steal from hence; and, for the prevail'd

gap

(going, On thy too ready hearing?-Disloyal? No: That we shall nake in time, from our henceShe's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes, And our return, to excuse :--but first, how More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults

get bence : As would take int some virtue.-0, my mas- Why should excuse be born or e'er begot? Thy mind to her is now as low, as were (ter! | We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr'ythee, speak, Thy fortunes.-How! that I should murder How many score of miles may we well ride her ?

"Twixt hour and hour? Upon the love, and truth, and vows, which I Pis. One score, 'twixt sun and sun, Have made to thy command ?-I, her?—her Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too. blood ?

Imo. Why, one that rode to his execution If it be so to do good service, never

man, Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, Could never go so slow: I have heard of rid. That I should seem to lack humanity,

ing wagers, So much as this fact comes to? Do't: The Where horses have been nimbler than thie letter

[Reading.

you not

:

That run i'the clock's behalf:-But this is | Like warlike as the woif, for what we eat: foolery :

Our valour is, to chase what flies; our cage
Go, bid my woman feign a sickness ; say, We make a quire, as doth the prison bird,
She'll home to her father: and provide me, And sing our bondage freely.
presently,

Bel. How you speak!
A riding suit; no costlier than would fit Did you but know the city's usuries,
A franklin's* housewife.

And felt them knowingly: the art o'the court, Pis. Madam, you're best consider.

As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor Is certain falling, or so slippery, that

(war, here,

The fear's as bad as falling: the toil of the Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them, A pain that only seems to seek out danger That I cannot look through. Away, I pr’ythee; I'the name of fame, and honour; which dies Do as I bid thee: There's no more to say;

i'the search; Accessible is none but Milford way. (Excunt. And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph,

As record of fair act; nay, many times, SCENE III.-Wales.-A mountainous Coun-Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, try, with a Care.

Must court'sey at the censure:-0, boys, this Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.

story

The world may read in me: My body's mark'd Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with With Roman swords: and my report was once such

First with the best of note: Cymbeline lov'd Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys:

me; This gate

And when a soldier was the theme, my name Instructs you how to adore the heavens; and was not far off: Then was I as a tree, bows you

Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one To morning's holy office: The gates of monarchs night, Are arch'd so high, that giants may jett through A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, And keep their impious turbands on, without Shook down my mellow bangings, nay, my Good morrow to the sun.--Hail, thou fair hea- And left me bare to weather. [leaves, ven!

Gui. Uncertain favour ! We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told As prouder livers do.

you oft,)

[vail'd Gui. Hail, heaven!

But that two villains, whose false oaths preArv. Hail, heaven!

Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline, Bel. Now, for our mountain sport : Up to I was confederate with the Romans: so, yon hill,

Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats.

years,

[world: Consider,

This rock, and these demesnes, have been my When you above perceive me like a crow, Where I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid That it is place which lessens, and sets off. More pious debts to heaven, than in all And you may then revolve what tales I have the fore-end of my time.—But, up to the

mountains ; Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: This is not hunters' language:-He, that strikes This service is not service, so being done, The venison first, shall be the lord o'the feast; But being so allow'd: To apprehend thus, To him the other two shall minister; Draws us a profit from all things we see: And we will fear no poison, which attends And often, to onr comfort, shall we find In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the The shardedt beetle in a safer hold

valleys. (Exeunt Gui. and Arv. Tban is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! Is nobler, than attending for a check; These boys know little, they are sons to the Richer, than doing nothing for a babe;

king; Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. Such gain the cap of him, that makes them They think, they are mine: and, though train’d fine,

up thus meanly

[hit Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours. I'the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do Gui. Out of your proof you speak: we, poor | The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts unfledg’d,

them, Have never wing'd from view o'the nest; nor In simple and low things to prince it, much know not

Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, What air's from home. Haply, this life is best, The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom If quiet life be best; sweeter to you,

The king his father cald Guiderius,--Jove! That have a sharper known; well correspond. When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell With your stiff age ; but, unto us, it is [ing The warlike feats I have done, his spirits Ay A cell of ignorance ; travelling abed;

out A prison for a debtor, that not

dares

Into my story: say,--Thus mine enemy fell; Toʻstride a limit.||

And thus I set my foot on his neck; even then Arv.What should we speak of,

The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, When we are old as you? when we shall hear Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in The rain and wind beat dark December, how,

posture

[Cadwal, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse

That acts my words. The younger brother, The freezing hours away? We have seen noth- (Once, Arvirágus,) in as like a figure, ing:

Strikes life into my speech, and shows much We are beastly; subtle as the fox, for prey;

[rous'd!

His own conceiving. Hark! the game is • A freeholder.

+ Strut, walk proudly. Scaly-winged.

O Cymbeline! heaven, ap' ay conscience, $ 2. e. Compared with ours. 1 To overpass nis bound

knows.

told you,

more