One gand another And, not dispraising whom he prais'd (therein Not more resembles: That sweet rosy lad, He was as calm as virtue,) he began Who died, and was Fidele:-What think you? His mistress' picture ; which by his tongue being Gui. The same dead thing alive..

made, Bel. Peace, peace ! see further; he eyes us not; And then a mind put in't, either our brags forbear;

Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure Prov'd us unspeaking sots. He would have spoke to us.


Nay, nay, to the purpose. Gui.

But we saw him dead. / lach. Your daugbter's chastity-there it begins, Bel. Be silent; let's see further.

He spake of her as Dian hal hot dreams, Pis,

It is my mistress : And sbe alone were cold: Whereat, I, wretch!

(Aside. Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Since she is living, let the time run on,

Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore To good, or bad.

Upon his honour'd finger, to attain (Cymbeline and Imogen come forward. In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Cym.

Come, stand thou by our side ; By hers and mine adultery: he, rue knight, Make thy demand aloud.Sir, (To lach.) step you No lesser of ber honour confident forth;

Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring, Give answer to this boy, and do it freely;

And would so, had it been a carbuncle Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it,

or Phæbus' wheel; and might so safely, had it Which is our honour, bitter torture shall

Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Winnow the truth from falsehood.--On, speak to Post I in this design : Well may you, sir, him.

Remember me at court, where I was taught Imo. My boon is, that this gentlemen may render of your chaste daughter the wide difference Of whom he had this ring.

'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'd Post.

What's that to him? Jof hope, not longing, mine Italian brain

(Aside. 'Gan in your duller Britain operate Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, Most vilely ; for my vantage, excellent; How came it yours?

And, to be brief, my practice so prevailid, Tach. Thou’lt torture me to leave unspoken that That I returnd with similar proof enough Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.

To make the noble Leonatus mad, Cym.

How! me? By wounding his belief in her renown lach. tam glad to be constrain'd to utter that With tokens thus, and thus ; averring notes which

Jor chamber-hanging, pictures, this ber bracelet, Torments me to conceal. By villany.

|(0, cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks I got this ring ; 'twas Leonatus' jewel:

or secret on her person, that he could not Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, grieve thee,

(I having ta'en the forseit. Whereupon,As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd

Methinks, I see him now,'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my Post.

Ay, so thou dost, lord ?

(Coming foricard Cym. All that belongs to this.

Italian fiend !-Ah me, most credulous fool, lach, That paragon, thy daughter,- Egregious murderer, thief, any thing

false spirits That's due to all the villains past, in being. Quail' to remember,-Give me leave; I saint. To come!-0, give me cord, or knife, or poison, Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out strength:

For torturers ingenious : it is
I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, That all the abhorred things o'the earth amend,
Than die ere I hear more : strive man, and speak. By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,

Iach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock That kill'd thy daughter:- villain-like, I lie ;
That struck the hour!) (it was in Rome, aceurs'd That caus'd a lesser villain than iyseli,
The mansion where!) 'twas at a feast, (O 'would A sacrilegious thief, to do't:-the temple
Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least,

lor virtne was she ; yea, and she herself.” Those which I heard to head!) the good Posthumus Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set (What should I say ? he was too good, to be The dogs o'the street to bay me: every villain Where ill men were; and was the best of all Be call', Posthumus Leonatus; and Amongst the rar'st of good ones,) sitting sadly, Be villany less than 'twas! Imogen! Hearing us praise our loves of Ilaly

My queen, my life, my wise! O Imogen,
For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Imogen, Imogen!
Or him that best could speak; for feature, laming

Peace, my lord; hear, hear, The shrine of Venus, or straighl-pight Minerva, | Posl. Shall's have a play of this ? Thou scorníu Postures beyond brief nature ; for condition,

page, A shop of all the qualities that man

There lie thy part. (Striking her ; she falls. Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving, Pis.

0, gentlemen, help, beip Fairness which strikes the eye:

Mine, and your mistress :-0, my lord Posthumus! Cynn.

I stand on fire: You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now:-Help, help! Come to the matter.

Mine honour'd lady? lach. All too soon I shall,


Does the world go round? Unless thou would'st grieve quickly.-This Pos Posl. How come these staggers on me? thúmus


Wake, my matress (Most like a noble lord in love, and one

Cym. If this be so, the gods do máu to strike me Thal had a royal lover,) took his hint; (1) Sink into dejection

|(2) Not only the temple of virtue, but virtue beso

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| I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pis.

How fares my mistress ? | Pluck a hard sentence: prythee, valiant youth, Imo. O, get thee from my sight; - .

Deny't again.
Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it.
Breathe not where princes are.

Cym. He was a prince.

The tune of Imogen! Gui. A most uncivil one : The wrongs he did me Pis. Lady,

Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if With language that would make me spurn the sea, Thar box I gave you was not thought by me If it could roar so to me: I cut off's head; A precious thing; I had it from the queen.

And am right glad, he is not standing here Cym. New matter still ?

To tell this tale of mine.

It poison'd me.

I am sorry for thee: Cor.

O gods - By thine own tongue thou art coudemn'd, and must I left out one thing which the queen confessd, Endure our law : Thou art dead. Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio

That headless man Have, said she, given his mistress that confection |I thought had been my lord. Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd


** Bind the offender, As I would serve a rat.

And take him from our presence.
What's this, Cornelius ?

Stay, sir king:
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importuu'd me This man is better than the man he slew,
To temper' poisons for her; still pretending

As well descended as thysell"; and hath The satisfaction of her knowledge, only

More of thce merited, than a band of Clotens In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs

Had ever scar for.-Let his arms alone; of no esteem: 1, dreading that her purpose

[To the Guard. Was of more danger, did compound for her They were not born for bondage. A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease Сут.

Why, old soldier,
The present power of life; but, in short time, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
All offices of nature should again

By tasting of our wrath ? How of descent
Do their due functions.--Have you ta'en of it ? As good as we?
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.


In that he spake too far. Bel.

My boys, | Cym. And thou shalt die fort. There was our error.


We will die all three : Gui. This is sure, Fidele.

But I will prove, that two of us are as good Iwno. Why did you throw your wedded lady As I have given out him.--My sons, I must, from you?

For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, Think, that you are upon a rock; and now Though, haply, well for you. Throw me again. [Embracing him. Aru.

Your danger is Post.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Ours.
Till the tree die!

Gui. And our good his.
How now, my flesh, my child ?! Bel.

Have at it then. What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act) By leave ;-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Wilt thou not speak to me?

Was call'd Belarius.
Your blessing, sir.


What of him? he is **(Kneeling. A banish'd traitor. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye Bel.

He it is that hath not:

Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man;
You had a motive for't. [To Gui, and Arv.

I know not how, a traitor.
My tears that fall,


'Take him hence; Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,

The whole world shall not save him. Thy mother's dead.


Not too bot: Imo.

I am sorry for't, my lord. First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;
Cym. 0, she was naught; and 'long of her it was, And let it be confiscate all, so soon
That we meet here so strangely : But her son As I have receiv'd it.
Is gone, we know not how, nor where.


Nursing of my sons ? Pis.

My lord, | Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy: Here's my knee; Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten, Ere I'arise, I will prefer my sons ; Upon my lady's missing, came to me

Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and These two young gentlemen, that call me father, swore,

And think they are my sons, are none of mine; If I discovered not which way she was gone, They are the issue of your loins, my liege, It was my instant death; By accident,

And blood of your begetting.. I had a feigned letter of my master's


** How! my issue ? Then in my pocket; which directed bim

Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, To seek her on the mountains near to Milford ; | Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd : Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Which he enforc'd from me, away he posts, Itsell, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate Was all the harin I did. These gentle princes My lady's honour: what became of him,

(For such, and so they are,) these twenty years I further know not.

Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I Let me end the story: Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as I slew him there.

Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, Сут. Marry, the gods forfend !? Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children

Upon my banishment: I mor'd her to't; (1) Mix, compound. (2) Forbid. I Having receiv'd the punishment before,

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For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty To see this gracious season.
Excited me to treason: Their dear loss,


All o'erjoy'd,
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too,
Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, For they shall taste our comfort,
Here are your sons again; and I must lose


My good master, Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :- I will yet do you service. The benediction of these covering heavens


Happy be you! Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy Cym. The forlorn soldier that so nobly fought, To inlay heaven with stars.

He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd Сут.

Thou weep'st, and speak'st. The thankings of a king. The service that you three have done, is more


I am, sir, Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my children ; | The soldier that did company these three If these be they, I know not how to wish

In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitinent for A pair of worthier sons.

The purpose I then follow'd ;- That I was he, Bel.

Be pleas'd a while. Speak, lachimo; I had you down, and might This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,

Have made you finish. Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius;


I am down again: This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus,

Your younger princely son ; he, sir, was lapp'd But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you,
Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, Which I so often owe: but, your ring first;
I can with ease produce.

And here the bracelet of the truest princess,
Guiderius had

That ever swore her faith.
Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;


Kneel not to me: It was a mark of wonder.

The power that I have on you, is to spare you ; Bel. This is he;

The malice towards you, to forgive you : Live, Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: And deal with others better. It was wise nature's end in the donation,


Nobly doom'd: To be his evidence now.

We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Cym. W henever mother 0, what am I

Pardon's the word to all. A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Arv.

You holp us, sir, Rejoic'd deliverance more :-Bless'd may you be, As you did mean indeed to be our brother: That, after this strange starting from your orbs, Joy'd are we, that you are. You may reign in them now!-O Imogen, | Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.

Rome, Imo.

No, my lord; Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought,
I have got two worlds by't.-0 my gentle brother, Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back,
Have we thus inet? O never say hereafter,

Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows
But I am truest speaker : you call'd me brother, Of mine own kindred: when I wak’d, I found
When I was but your sister; I you brothers, This label on my bosom; whose containing
When you were so indeed.

Is so from sense in hardness, that I can

Did you e'er meet? Make no collection of it ; let him show
Arv. Ay, my good lord.

His skill in the construction.
And at first meeting lov'd; Luc.

Continued so, until we thought he died.

Sooth. Here, my good lord. Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.


Read, and declare the meaning. Cym.

O rare instinct! Sooth. (Reads.) When as a lion's whelp shall, to When shall I hear all through? This fierce' abridg-| himself unknown, without secking, find, and be ment

embraced by a piece of tender air: and when Hath to it circumstantial branches, which is from a stalely cedar shall be lopped branches, Distinction should be rich in. Where? how liv'd which, being dead many years, shall after revive, you?

be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then And when came you to serve our Roman captive ? shal Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be forHow parted with your brothers? how first met tunale, and flourish in peace and plenty. them?

Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
Why fled you from the court? and whither ? These, The fit and apt construction of thy name,
And your three motives to the battle, with

Being Leo-natus, doth import so much :
I know not how much more, should be demanded; The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
And all the other by-dependencies,

[To Cymbeline. From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer Will serve our long intergatories. See,

We term it mulier : which mulier I divine, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen;

Is this most constant wife; who, even now, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Answering the letter of the oracle, On him, her brothers, me, her master ; hitting Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about Each object with a joy; the counterchange With this most tender alr. Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,


This hath some seeming. And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.

Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Thou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever. Personates thee : and thy lopp'd branches point

[To Belarius. | Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarius stolen, Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd,

To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue (1) Vehement, rapid.

Promises Britain peace and plenty. (2) i. e. Which ought to be rendered distinct by nu ample narrative.

T (3) Ghostly appearances. (1) Embrace.






Well, My peace we will begin:- And, Caius Lucius, Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, And to the Roman empire; promising To pay our wonted tribute, from the which We were dissuaded by our wicked queen; Whom heavens, in justice (both on her and hers) Have laid most heavy hand.

Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune The harmony of this peace. The vision Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke or this yet scarce-cold batlle, at this instant Is full accomplish'd : For the Roman eagle, From south to west on wing soaring aloft, Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o’lhe sun So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle, The imperial Cæsar, should again unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, Which shines here in the west. Сут.

Laud we the gods And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils; From our blessed altars ! Publish we this peace To all our subjects. Set we forward: Let A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together: So through Lud's town march: And in the temple of great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify ; seal it with feasts.Set on there :-Never was a war did cease, Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.


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This play has many just sentiments, some natural dialogues, and some pleasing scenes, but they are obtained at the expense of much incongruity. To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation,


Each lonely scene shall thee restore;

For thee the tear be duly shed: Belov'd, till life could charm no more;

And mourn'd till pily's self be devil.


PERSONS REPRESENTED. Saturninus, son to the late emperor of Rome, and Alarbus, ,

afterwar.ls declared emperor himself... Chiron, sons to Tamora. Bassianus, brother to Saturninus ; in love with Demetrius, S. Lavinia,

Aaron, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. Titus Andronicus, a noble Roman, general against A Captain, Íribune, Messenger, and Clown; the Goths.

Romans. Marcus Andronicus, tribune of the people; and Goths, and Romans. brother to Titus.

Tamora, Queen of the Goths. Lucius,

Lavinia,' daughter lo Titus Andronicus.

A Nurse, and a black Child.
I sons to Titus Andronicus.

Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Young Lucius, a boy, son to Lucius.

Soldiers, and Attendants.
Publius, son to Marcus the tribune.
Æmilius, a noble Roman.

Scene, Rome; and the country near it.



Lives not this day within the city walls :

He by the senate is accitedhome, SCENE 1.-Rome. Before the Capitol. The From weary wars against the barbarous Goths;

tomb of the Andronici appearing; the Tribunes That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, and Senators aloft, as in the senate. Enter, be- Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms, loro, Saturninus and his Followers, on one side ; (Ten years are spent, since first he undertook and Bassianus and his Followers, on the other; This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms toith drum and colours.

Our enemies' pride: Five times he hath return'd

Bleeding to Rome, hearing his valiant sons

In collins from the field ;

And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, NOBLE patricians, patrons of my right,

Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Defend the justice of my cause with arms;

Renowned Titus, flourishing in arms. And, countrymen, my loving followers,

Let us entreat,-By honour of his name, Plead my successive title' with your swords:

Whom, worthily, you would have now succeed, I am his first-born son, that was the last

And in the Capitol and senate's right, That ware the imperial diadem of Rome;

Whom you pretend to honour and adore,Then let my father's honours live in me,

That you withdraw you, and abate your strength; Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

Dismiss your followers, and, as suitors should, Bas. Romans,-frier.ds, followers, favourers of Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. my right,

Sat.' How fair the tribune speaks to calm my If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,

thoughts! Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,

Bas. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy Keep then this passage to the Capitol ;

In thy uprightness and integrity, And suffer not dishonour to approach

And so I love and honour thee and thine, The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,

Thy nobler brother Titus, and his sons, To justice, continence, and nobility :

And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, But let desert in pure election shine;

Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice.

That I will here dismiss my loving friends ;

And to my fortunes, and the people's favour, Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft, with the croron. Commit my cause in balance to be weigh’d.

(Ereunt the Followers of Bassiantus. Mar. Princes that strive by factions, and by! Sat. Friends, that have been thus forward in any friends,

right, Ambitiously for rule and empery,

I thank you all, and here dismiss you all; Know, that the people of 'Rome, for whom we And to the love and favour of my country stand

Commit myself, my person, and the cause. A special party, have, by their comon voice,

[Exeunt the Followers of Saturninus. In the election for the Roman empery,

Rome, be as just and gracious unto me,
Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius,

As I am confident and kind to thee.-
For many good and great deserts to Rome; Open the gates, and let me in.
A nobler man, a braver warrior,

Bas. Tribunes! and me, a poor competitor.

[Sat, and Bas. go into the Capitol, and eramu (1) .. e. Title to the succession. (2) Summoned.

with Senators, Marcus, &c.

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