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Сут. O most delicate fiend ! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more? Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess
Cym. Heard you all this, her women?
vicious To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! That it was folly in me, thou mayst say, And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! Enter Lucius, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other
Roman prisoners, guarded: Posthumus behind,
and Imogen. Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute; that The Britons have razed out, though with the loss Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit That their good souls may be appeased with
slaughter Of you their captives, which ourself have granted: So think of your estate.
Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have
threatened Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be called ransom, let it come: sufficeth, A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer: Augustus lives to think on 't: and so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat: my boy, a Briton born, Let him be ransomed: never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, So tender over his occasions, true, So feat, so nurse-like : let his virtue join With my request, which, I'll make bold, your
highness Cannot deny: he hath done no Briton harm, Though he have served a Roman : save him, sir, And spare no blood beside.
Сут. . I have surely seen him; His favour is familiar to me.Boy, thou hast looked thyself into my grace, And art mine own. I know not why nor wherefore To say live, boy: ne'er thank thy master; live : And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it; Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, The noblest ta'en.
Imo. 1 humbly thank your highness.
Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; And yet I know thou wilt.
Imo. No, no: alack, There's other work in hand; I see a thing Bitter to me as death: your life, good master, Must shuffle for itself.
Luc. The boy disdains me, He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys That place them on the truth of girls and boys. Why stands he so perplexed ?
Cym. What wouldst thou, boy? I love thee more and more; think more and more What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st
on? Speak, Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend?
Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me Than I to your highness; who, being born your
vassal, Am something nearer.
Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so?
Imo. I 'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing.
Сут. . Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
Imo. Fidele, sir.
Сут. . Thou art, my good youth, my page; I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely.
[CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apari. Bel. Is not this boy revived from death?
Arv. One sand another
Gui. The same dead thing alive.
forbear; Creatures may be alike: were't be, I am sure He would have spoke to us.
Gui. But we saw him dead.
Pisa. It is my mistress : [Aside.
[CYMBELINE and Imogen come forward Cym. Come, stand thou by our side; Make thy demand aloud. - Sir (to Iachimo),
step you forth; Give answer to this boy, and do it freely;
my lord ?
Or by our greatness, and the grace of it, And then a mind put in 't, either our brags Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
Were cracked of kitchen trulls, or his description Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On; speak Proved us unspeaking sots. to him.
Сут. Nay, nay, to the purpose. Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Iach. Your daughter's chastity--there it begins! Of whom he had this ring.
He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams, Post. What's that to him? [Aside. And she alone were cold: whereat, I, wretch!
Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say Made scruple of his praise; and wagered with him How came it yours?
Pieces of gold, 'gainst this, which then he wore Iach. Thou 'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Upon his honoured finger, to attain Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Cym. How! me?
By hers and mine adultery : he, true knight, lach. I am glad to be constrained to utter that No lesser of her honour confident which
Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Torments me to conceal. By villany
And would so had it been a carbuncle I got this ring: 't was Leonatus' jewel;
Of Phæbus' wheel; and might so safely, had it Whom thou didst banish ; and (which more may Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain grieve thee,
Post I in this design: well may you, sir, As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er lived
Remember me at court, where I was taught 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, Of your chaste daughter the wide difference
'T wixt amorous and villanous. Being thus Cym. All that belongs to this.
quenched Iach. That paragon, thy daughter, Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits 'Gan in your duller Britain operate Quail to remember, -Give me leave; I faint. Most vilely! for my vantage, excellent; Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy And, to be brief, my practice so prevailed, strength :
That I returned with simular proof enough I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will, To make the noble Leonatus mad, Than die ere I hear more: strive, man, and speak. By wounding his belief in her renown
Iach. Upon a time (unhappy was the clock With tokens, thus and thus; averring notes That struck the hour!)—it was in Rome (accursed Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet The mansion where!)—'t was at a feast (O 'would (0, cunning, how I got it!), nay, some marks Our viands had been poisoned ! or, at least, Of secret on her person, that he could not Those which I heaved to head !)—the good Post- But think her bond of chastity quite cracked, humus
I having ta’en the forfeit. Whereupon,-
[Coming forward. Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
Italian fiend !-Ah me, most credulous fool, For beauty that made barren the swelled boast Egregious murderer, thief, anything Of him that best could speak: for feature, laming That's due to all the villains past, in being, The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, To come! O, give me cord, or knife, or poison, Postures beyond brief nature; for condition, Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out A shop of all the qualities that man
For torturers ingenious: it is I Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving, That all the abhorréd things o' the earth amend, Fairness, which strikes the eye :
By being worse than they. I am Posthumus, Cym. I stand on fire:
That killed thy daughter :- villain-like, I lie; Come to the matter.
That caused a lesser villain than myself, lach. All too soon I shall,
A sacrilegious thief, to do't:—the temple Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly.—This Post- Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself. humus
Spit and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set (Most like a noble lord in love, and one
The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain That had a royal lover) took his hint;
Be called Posthumus Leonatus; and
My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen
Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear!
Post. Shall 's have a play of this ? Thou
scornful page, There lie thy part. [Striking her: she falls.
Pisa. O, gentlemen, help Mine and your mistress, O, my lord Posthumus! You ne'er killed Imogen till now.-Help, help! Mine honoured lady! Сут. Does the world
round? Post. How come these staggers on me? Pisa. Wake, my mistress !
Cym. If this be so, the gods do mcan to strike me To death with mortal joy.
Pisa. How fares my mistress!
Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Thou gav'st me poison : dangerous fellow, hence! Breathe not where princes are.
Cym. The tune of Imogen!
Cym. New matter still!
O gods! -
Which must approve thee honest : “ If Pisanio
Сут. What's this, Cornelius?
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importuned me To temper poisons for her; still pretending The satisfaction of her keowledge only In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose Was of more danger, did compound for her A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease The present power of life; but, in short time, All offices of nature should again Do their due functions.—Have you ta'en of it?
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.
Bel. My boys,
Gui. This is, sure, Fidele.
[Embracing PosthumUS. Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!
Cym.. How now, my flesh, my child!
Imo. Your blessing, sir. [Kneeling.
ge not; [To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. You had a motive for it.
Cym. My tears that fall Prove holy water on thee! Imogen, Thy mother 's dead.
Imo. I am sorry for 't, my lord.
Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it was That we meet here so strangely: but her son Is gone, w, know not how nor where.
Pisa. My lord, Now fear is from me, I 'll speak truth. Lord Cloten, Upon my lady's missing, came to me With his sword drawn; foamed at the mouth, and
Cym. Why, old soldier,
Arv. In that he spake too far.
Bel. We will die all three :
Arv. Your danger's ours.
Bel. Have at it, then.-
Сут. . What of him? he is
Bel. He it is that hath
Cym. Take him hence;
Bel. Not too hot:
knee: Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Then spare
not the old father. Mighty sir, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, And think they are my sons, are none of mine; They are the issue of your loins, my liege, And blood of your begetting.
Сут. . How! my issue ?
Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banished: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punish
If I discovered not which way she was gone,
Gui. Let me end the story :
Marry, the gods forfend!
Gui. I have spoken it, and I did it.
Gui. A most uncivil one. The wrongs he did me
Сут. . I am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemned, and must Endure our law: thou art dead.
Imo. That headless man I thought had been my lord.
Cym. Bind the offender,
Bel. Stay, sir king;
[To the Guard. They were not born for bondage.
Itself, and all my treason; that I suffered,
Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye To inlay heaven with stars.
On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting Сут. Thou weep'st and speak'st, Each object with a joy; the counterchange The service that you three have done, is more Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, Unlike than this thou tellest. I lost my children: And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.If these be they, I know not how to wish
Thou art my brother; so we 'll hold thee ever. A pair of worthier sons.
[To BELARIUS. Bel. Be pleased a while.
Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
To see this gracious season. Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius : Сут. All o'erjoyed, This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
Save these in bonds : let them be joyful too, Your younger princely son; he sir, was lapped For they shail taste our comfort. In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand Imo. My good master, Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, I will yet do you service. I can with ease produce.
Luc. Happy be you! Cym. . Guiderius had
Cym. The forlorn soldier that so nobly fought, Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
He would have well becomed this place, and graced It was a mark of wonder.
The thankings of a king.
Post. I am, sir,
In poor beseeming; 't was a fitment for
The purpose I then followed.—That I was he, Cym. . O, what, am I
Speak, Iachimo; I had you down, and might A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Have made you finish. Rejoiced deliverance more !—Blessed may you be, Iach. I am down again; [Kneeling. That, after this strange starting from your orbs, But now my heavy conscience sinks my knec, You may reign in them now!–0 Imogen, As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech
you, Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
Which I so often owe: but your ring first; Imo. No, my lord;
And here the bracelet of the truest princess I have got two worlds by 't.-0, my gentle That ever swore her faith. brothers,
Post. Kneel not to me: Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter The
that I have on you, is to spare you; But I am truest speaker : you called me brother, The malice towards you, to forgive you: live, When I was but your sister; I you brothers, And deal with others better. When you were so indeed.
Cym, Nobly doomed: Cym. Did you e'er meet?
We 'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law : Arv. Ay, my good lord.
Pardon 's the word to all. Gui. And at first meeting loved ;
Arv. You holp us, sir,
As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Post. Your servant, princes.—Good my lord of When shall I hear all through? This fierce
Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, Distinction should be rich in.—Where? how Appeared to me, with other sprightly shows lived you?
Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found
Make no collection of it: let him shew
Luc. Philarmonus, --
Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place,
Soothsayer reads. Will serve our long inter'gatories. See,
“When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unPosthumus anchors upon Imogen ;
known, without seeking, find, and be embraced bvs