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betray'd

Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.

And thou, Posthumus, that diddest set up
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father,
And mad'st me put into contempt the suits
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
It is no act of common passage, but
A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself,
To think, when thou shalt be dis-edg'd by her
That now thou tir'st on', how thy memory
Will then be by me.-Pr'ythee, dispatch:
The lamb entreats the butcher: Where's thy knife?
Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
When I desire it too.

pang'd

Pisan. O gracious lady!

Since I receiv'd command to do this business,
I have not slept one wink.

Imo. Do't, and to bed then.

Pisan. I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first.
Imo. Wherefore then

Did'st undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd
So many miles, with a pretence? this place?
Mine action, and thine own? our horses' labour?
The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,
For my being absent, whereunto I never
Purpose return? Why hast thou gone so far,
To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand,
The elected deer before thee?

Pisan. But to win time

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Pisan. If not at court,

Then not in Britain must you bide.

Imo. Where then?

25 Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night,
Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume
Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it;

In a great pool, a swan's nest: Pr'ythee, think
There's livers out of Britain.

30 Pisan. I am most glad

You think of other place. The embassador,
Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind
Dark as your fortune is; and but disguise
35 That, which to appear itself, must not yet be,
But by self-danger'; you should tread a course
Pretty, and full of view: yea, haply, near
The residence of Posthumus; so nigh, at least,
That though his actions were not visible, yet
40 Report should render him hourly to your ear,
As truly as he moves.

Imo. O, for such means!

Though peril to my modesty, not death on 't,

I would adventure.

45 Pisan. Well, then here's the point:
You must forget to be a woman; change
Command into ob obedience; fear, and niceness,
(The handmaids of all women, or, more truly,
Woman its pretty self,) into a waggish courage;

To lose so bad employment: in the which
I have consider'd of a course; Good lady,
Hear ine with patience.

Imo. Talk thy tongue weary; speak:

50 Ready in gybes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
As quarrellous as the weazel: nay, you must
Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
Exposing it, (but, O the harder heart!-

I have heard, I am a strumpet; and mine ear,

Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch

Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
You made great Juno angry.

Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, 55 Of common-kissing Titan; and forget

Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.

Pisan. Then, madam,

I thought you would not back again.

Imo. Most like;

Bringing me here to kill me.

Imo. Nay, be brief:

I see into thy end, and am almost

160 A man already.

* The meaning is, "Yox A hawk is said to tire upon that which he pecks; from tirer, French. must disguise that greatness, which, to appear hereafter in its proper form, cannot yet appear without great danger to itself." i. e. with opportunities of examining your affairs with your own eyes.

Pisen

Act 6. Scene 5.]

CYMBELINE.

Pisan. First, make yourself but like one. Fore-thinking this, I have already fit, ('Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hose, all That answer to them: Would you in their serving, And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Present yourself, desire his service, tell him Wherein you are happy, (which you 'll make him know,

If that his head have ear in music) doubtless, Withjoy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad You have me, rich; and I will never fail Beginning, nor supplyment.

Imo. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away: There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even All that good time will give us 1: This attempt I am soldier to, and will abide it with A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee.

Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.

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Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness: 5 The powers that he already hath in Gallia Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he His war for Britain. [moves

Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business;
But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly.
10 Cym. Our expectation that it should be thus,
Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen
Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd
Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd

The duty of the day: She looks us like
15 A thing more made of malice than of duty;
We have noted it. -Call her before us; for
We have been too light in sufferance.

Queen. Royal sir,

[Exit a Servant.

(well; 20 Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd

Pisan. Well, madam, we must take a short fareLest, being miss'd, I be suspected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Here is a box; I had it from the queen; What's in 't is precious: if you are sick at sea, Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a drain of this Will drive away distemper. To some shade, And fit you to your manhood:-May the gods Direct you to the best!

Imo. Amen: I thank thee.

Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord, 'Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty, Forbear sharp speeches to her; She's a lady So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, 25 And strokes death to her.

Re-enter the Servant.

Cymb. Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? Serv. Please you, sir,

SCENE V.

[swer [Excunt. 30 Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no anThat will be given to the loud of noise we make. Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her,

The Palace of Cymbeline.

She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close;

She should that duty leave unpaid to you,

Which daily she was bound to proffer: this

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Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords. 35 Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,

Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.

Luc. Thanks, royal sir.

My emperor hath wrote: I must from hence;

And am right sorry, that I must report ye

My master's enemy.

Cym. Our subjects, sir,

Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself
To shew less sovereignty than they, must needs
Appear unkinglike.

Luc. So, sir, I desire of you
A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven.
Madam, all joy befall your grace, and you! [fice;
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that of-
The due of honour in no point omit:-
So, farewell, noble Lucius.

Luc. Your hand, my lord.

Clot. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy.

Luc. Sir, the event

She wish'd me to make known; but our great court

Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I Prove false!

[fear,

[Exit.

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Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well. [lords, 55
Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my
"Till he have cross'd the Severn. - Happiness!
[Exeunt Lucius, &c.

Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours
That we have given him cause.
Clot. 'Tis all the better;

Clot. That man of hers, Pisanio her old servant,

[Exit.

Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!He hath a drug of mine: I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes It is a thing most precious. But for her, Where

To

her:

is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is To death, or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: She being down, I have the placing of the British crown.

Re-enter Cloten.

How now, my son?

Clot. 'Tis certain, she is fled:

[us, 60 Go in, and cheer the king; he rages, none
Dare come about him.

i. e. we'll make our work even with our time; we'll do what time will allow. inlisted and bound myself to it.

i, e. I have

Ducen.

Queen. All the better: May
This night fore-stall him of the coming day!
[Exit Queen.
Clot. I love and hate her: for she's fair and
royal;

And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one
The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
Outsells them all; I love her therefore: But,
Disdaining me, and throwing favours on
The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgement,
That what's else rare, is choak'd; and, in that
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, [point,
To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools

Enter Pisanio.

Shall Who is here? What! are you packing,

sirrah?

Come hither: Ah, you precious pandar! Villain,
Where is thy lady? In a word; or else
Thou art straightway with the fiends.
Pisan. O, good my lord!

Clot. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter,
I will not ask again. Close villain,
I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip
Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus?
From whose so many weights of baseness cannot
A dram of worth be drawn.

Clot. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently Jand constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of 5 nine. Wilt thou serve me?

Pisan. Sir, I will.

Clot. Give me thy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession? Pisan. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the 10 same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.

Clot. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither: let it be thy first service; go.

Pisan. I shall, my lord.

[Erit. 15 Clot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon: -Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I now 20 belch froni my heart) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, together with the adorn ment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her

Pisan. Alas, my lord,

25 eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and when my lust hath dined,

How can she be with him? when was she miss'd (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in

He is in Rome.

Clot. Where is she, sir? Come nearer;

No further halting: satisfy me home,
What is become of her?

Pisan. O, my all-worthy lord!
Clot. All-worthy villain!

Discover where thy mistress is, at once,
At the next word, Nomore of worthy lord,-
Speak, or thy silence on the instant is
Thy condemnation, and thy death.

Pisan. Then, sir,

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Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again!
Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true?
Pisan. Sir, as I think.

30 the clothes that she so prais'd) to the court I'll
knock her back, foot her home again. She hath
despis'd me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry
the
in my
revenge.

Re-enter Pisaio, with the clothes.

35 Be those the garments?

Pisan. Ay, my noble lord.

Clot. How long is't since she went to MilfordHaven?

Pisan. She can scarce be there yet.

40 Clot. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee. -My revenge is now 45 at Milford; would I had wings to follow it!Come, and be true.

[Exit.

Pisan. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for, true to

thee,

Were to prove false, which I will never be,
50 To him that is most true. - To Milford go, [flow,
And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow,
You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed
Be crost with slowness; labour be his meed! [Erit.

SCENE VI.
The Forest and Cave.

Clot. It is Posthumus' hand; I know 't. -Sirrah, If thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true 55 service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry, that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly, -I would think thee an honest man: thou should'st neither 60 Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,

want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preferment.

Pisan. Well, my good lord.

Enter Imogen, in boy's clothes.

Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one:
I have tir'd myself; and for two nights together
But that my resolution helps me.-Milford,
When from the mountain top Pisanio shew'd thee,
Thou wast within a ken: O Jove! I think,

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That is, I must either give him the paper freely, or perish in my attempt to keep it.

Foundations

Act 3. Scene 6.1

CYMBELINE.

Foundations fly the wretched: such, I mean,
Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars

told me,

I could not miss my way: Will poor folk lye,
That have afflictions on them; knowing 'tis
A punishment, or trial? Yes: no wonder,
When rich ones scarcetelltrue: To lapse in fullness
Is sorer', than to lye in need; and falsehood

Is worse in kings, than beggars. My dear lord!

As I had made my meal; and parted
With prayers for the provider.

Guid. Moncy, youth?

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Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!

5 As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.

Imo. I see, you are angry:

Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have dy'd, had I not made it.

Thou art one of the false ones: Now I think on 10 Bel. Whither bound?

thee,

My hunger's gone; but even before, I was

- At point to sink for food. But what is this?

Here is a path to it: 'Tis some savage hold:

I were best not call; I dare not call: yet famine, 15 To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,

Imo. To Milford-Haven.

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Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;

Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant.

I am fallen in this offence.

Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth,

Of hardiness is mother. -Ho! who's here?

Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds

If any thing that's civil2, speak; if savage,

By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!

Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.-
Boys, bid him welcome.

[nesty

Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever

Take, or lend3. -Ho!-No answer; then I'll 20 'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer

enter.

Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy

But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
Such a foe, good heavens! [She goes into the cave.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best wood-
man, and

Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I,
Will play the cook, and servant; 'tis our match:
The sweat of industry would dry, and die,
But for the end it works to. Come, our stomachs

Guid. Were you a woman, youth,
I should woo hard, but be your groom. In ho-

25 I bid for you, as I'd buy.

Arv. I'll make't my comfort,
He is a man; I'll love him as my brother:
And such a welcome as I'd give to him,

After long absence, such is yours: Most wel30 Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. [come!

Imo. 'Mongst friends!

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If brothers? Would it had been so, that
[prize

Finds the down pillow hard. - Now, peace be here,
Poor house, that keeps thyself!

Had been my father'ssons! then had my

Aside.

Guid. I am thoroughly weary.

[tite.

35 Been less; and so more equal ballasting
To thee, Posthumus.

Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appe

Guid. There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll

brouze on that,

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Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.

Bel. Stay; come not in:-
But that it eats our victuals, I should think
Here were a fairy.

Guid. What's the matter, sir?

Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,

An earthly paragon!-Behold divineness
No elder than a boy!

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Bel. He wrings at some distress.
Guid. 'Would, I could free't!

Arv. Or I; whate'er it be,

40 What pain it cost, what danger! Gods!
Bel. Hark, boys.

Imo. Great men,

That had a court no bigger than this cave,

Ihat did attend themselves, and had the virtue

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45 Which their own conscience seal'd them (laying by
That nothing gift of differing multitudes),
Could not out-peerthese twain. Pardon me, gods!
I'd change my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus false.

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1 i. e. is a greater or heavier crime. * Civil, for human creature. that, after the words, if savage, a line is lost, and proposes to read the passage thus.

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If you are civilised and peaceable, take a price for what I want, or lend it for a future recompence;

if you are rough inhospitable inhabitants of the mountain, speak, that I may know my state.

fering may here be applied in a sense equivalent to the mamy-headed rabble.

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The gentry to this business: He creates
Lucius pro-consul: and to you the tribunes,
For this immediate levy, he commands
His absolute commission'. Long live Cæsar!
Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces?
2 Sen. Ay.

Tri. Remaining now in Gallia?
1 Sen. With those legions

Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
10 Must be supplyant: The words of your comunission
Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
Of their dispatch.

Tri. We will discharge our duty. [Exeunt.

SCENEK

The Forest near the Cave.

Enter Cloten.

ACT IV.

Imo. So man and man should be;
But clay and clay differs in dignity,
Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.

Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.
Imo. So sick I am not; yet I am not well:

I AM near to the place where they should meet, 25
if Pisanio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his
garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who
was made by him that made the taylor, not be fit
too? the rather (saving reverence of the word)
for, 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. 30 Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort

But not so citizen a wanton, as
To seem to die, eresick: Soplease you, leave me;
Stick to your journal course: the breach of castom
Is breach of all. I aın ill; but your being by me

To one not sociable: I am not very sick,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here:
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,

Stealing so poorly.

Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, (for it is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean) the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in for-35 tunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions: yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my despight. What mortality is! Posthumus, 40 In my good brother's fault: I know not why,

Guid. I love thee; I have spoke it:
How much the quantity, the weight as much,
As I do love my father.

Bel. What? how? how?

Art. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me

father; who may, haply, be a little angry for my 45 Bel. O noble strain!

thy head, which is now growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her

I love this youth; and I have heard you sav,
Love's reason's without reason: the bier at door,
And a demand who is 't shall die, I'd say,
My father, not this youth.

so rough usage: but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendation. My horse is ty'd up safe: Out, sword, and to a sore purpose! Fortune, put them into my

worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base thingssire base: Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. I am not their father; yet who this should be,

hand! This is the very description of their meet- 50 Doth miracle itself! lov'd before me.ing-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me.

SCENE II.
The Cave.

[Exit.

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'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.

Arv. Brother, farewell.

Imo. I wish you sport.

Arv. You health. So please you, sir.

55 Imo. [Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods,

what lies I have heard!

Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court;
Experience, O, thou disprov'st report!
The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish,

60 Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.

1i. e. he commands the commission to be given to you. 2 Imperseverant means no more than perseverant. 3 That is, keep your daily course uninterrupted: if the stated plan of life is once broken, nothing follows but confusion.

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