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POT, LThe consequence o’the crown; and must not soil
Is wit:17. The precious note of it with a base slave,
i do* But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base
bestie: Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made

Can it pot do, and ando? I will make

Clo. The south-fog rot him!
One of her women lawyer to me; for

Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than
I yet not understand the case myself.
By your leave!

(Knocks. To be but nam'd of thee. Ilis meanest garment, Enter a Lady.

That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer, Lady. Who's there, that knocks?

In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Clo. A gentleman.

Were they all made such men. -- How now, Pisanio ?
Lady. No more?

Enter Pisanio.
Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

Clo. His garment ? Now, the devil -
Lady. That's more

Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently! whose tailors are as dear, as yours,

Clo. His garment ?
Can justly boast of. What's your lordship’s plea- Imo. I am sprighted with a fool;
sure ?

Frighted, and anger'd worse. — Go, bid my woman
Clo. Your lady's person: is she ready?

Search for a jewel, that too casually
Lady. Ay,

Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's ; 'shrew me,
To keep her chamber.

If I would lose it for a revenue
Clo. There's gold for you ; sell me your good report of any king's in Europe. I do think,
Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you I saw't this morning : confident I am,
What I shall think is good ? — The princess - Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:
Enter Imogen.

I hope it be not gone, to tell my lord
Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister! Your sweet hand! That I kiss aught but he.
Imo. Good-morrow, sir! You lay out too much Pis. 'Twill not be lost.

Imo. I hope so: go, and search ! [Exit Pas.
For purchasing but trouble; the tlauks I give,

Clo. You have abus'd me.
Is telling you, that I am poor of thanks,

His meanest garment?
And scarce can spare them.

Imo. Ay; I said so, sir!
Clo. Still, I swear, I love you!

If you will make't an action, call witness to't.
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: clo. I will inform your father.
If you swear still, your recompence is still

Imo. Your mother too:
That I regard it not.

She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,
Clo. This is no answer.

But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir,
Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being si- To the worst of discontent.

[Exit. lent,

C'lo. I'll be reveng'd:
I would not speak. I pray you, spare me! i'faith, His meanest garment?- Well!

I shall unfold equal discourtesy
To your best kindness; one of your great knowing SCENE IV. Rome. An apartment in PHilario's
Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin :

Enter Posthumus and PHILARIO,
I will not.

Post. Fear it not, sir: I would, I were so sure
Imo. Fools are not mad folks.

To win the king, as I am bold, her honour
Clo. Do you call me fool?

Will remain hers.
Imo. As I am mad, I do:

Phi. What means do you make to him ?
If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;

Post. Not any; but abide the change of time;
That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,

Quake in the present winter's state, and wish
You put me to forget a lady's manners,

That warmer days would come. In these fear'd
By being so verbal: and learn now, for all,

That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, I barely gratify your love; they failing,
By the very truth of it, I care not for you; I must die much your debtor.
And am so near the lack of charity,

Phi. Your very goodness, and your company,
(To accuse myself) I hate you: which I had rather O’erpays all I can do. By this, your king
You felt, than make't my boast.

Hatli heard of great Augustus. Caius Lucius
Clo. You sin against

Will do his commission throughly: and, I think,
Obedience, which you owe your father. For He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages,
The contract you pretend with that base wretch, Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance
(One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, Is yet fresh in their grief.
With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract, none : Post. I do believe,
And though it be allow'd in meaner parties, (Statist though I am none, nor like to be,)
(Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their souls That this will prove a war; and you shall hear
(On whom there is no more dependency

The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed
But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot; In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen

Are men more order'd, than when Julius Caesar

Smild at their lack of skill, but found their courage
A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,

Worthy his frowning at: their discipline
A pantler, not so eminent.

(Now mingled with their courages) will make known Imo. Profane fellow!

To their approvers, they are people, such
Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more, That mend upon the world.

To be his groom: thou wert dignihed enough, Phi. See! Iachimo!

Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land :
Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd

And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails,
The under-hangman of his kingdom; and hated To make your vessel nimble.
For being preferr’d so well.

Phi. Welcome, sir !


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Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made Post. This is a thing,
The speediness of your return.

Which you might from relation likewise reap;
Iach. Your lady

Being, as it is, much spoke of.
Is one the fairest, that I have look'd upon.

lach. The roof o'the chamber
Post. And, therewithal, the best; or let her beauty With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons
Look through a casement to allure false hearts, (I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids
Aud be false with them.

Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely
Iach. Here are letters for you.

Depending on their brands.
Post. Their tenor good, I trusl.

Post. This is her honour! -
Iach. 'Tis very like.

Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise
Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, Be given to your remembrance,) the description
When you were there?

Of what is in her chamber, nothing saves lach. He was expected then,

The wager you have laid.
But not approach'd.

Iach. Then, if you can, (Pulling out the bracelet.
Post. All is well yet. -

Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel: see!--
Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not And now 'tis up again, It must be married
To dull for your good wearing ?

To that your diamond; I'll keep them.
Iach. Jf I have lost it,

Post. Jove!
I should have lost the worth of it in gold.

Once more let me behold it. Is it that
I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy

Which I left with her?
A second night of such sweet shortness, which lach. Sir, (I thank her,) that.
Was mine in Britain; for the ring is won. She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;
Post. The stone's too hard to come by,

Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
lach. Not a whit,

And yet enrich'd it too. She gave it me, and said, Your lady being so easy.

She priz'd it once,
Post. Make not, sir,

Post. May be, she pluck'd it off,
Your loss your sport: I hope, you know, that we To send it me.
Must not continge friends.

Iach. She writes so to you? doth she?
lach. Good sir, we must,

Post. 0, no, no, no! 'tis true! Here, take this If you keep covenant. Had I not bronght


(Gives the ring The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant It is a basilisk unto mine eye, We were to question further: but I now

Kills me to look on't. Let there be no honour, Profess myself the winner of her honour,

Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; lore, Together with your riog; and not the wronger Where there's another man. The vows of women, Of her, or you, having proceeded but

Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, By both your wills.

Than they are to their virtues: which is nothing.– Post. If you can make't apparent,

0, above measure false! That you have tasted her in bed, my hand

Phi. Have patience, sir,
And ring is yours: if not, the foul opinion And take your ring again ; 'tis not yet won:
You had of her pure honour, gains, or loses, It may be probable, she lost it; or,
Your sword, or mine; or masterless leaves both Who knows, if one of her women, being corrupted,
To who shall find them,

Hath stolen it from her.
Jach. Sir, my circumstances,

Post. Very true!
Being so near the truth, as I will make them, And so, I hope, he came by't. Back my riog;-
Must first induce you to believe; whose strength Render to me some corporal sign abont her,
I will confirm with oath ; which, I doubt not, More evident than this; for this was stolen.
You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm!
You need it not.

Post. Hark you, he swears ! by Japiter he swears! Post. Proceed!

'Tis true; - nay, keep the ring—'tis true! I am sure, lach. First, her bed-chamber,

She would not lose it: her attendants are (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, All sworn, and honourable. --They induc'd to steal it! Had that was well worth watching, it was hang'd Aud by a stranger ?-No, he hath enjoy'd ber: With tapestry of silk and silver; the story The cognizance of her incontinency Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,

Is this,

she hath bought the name of whore than And Cydous swell'd above the banks, or for

dearly. -
The press of boats, or pride. A piece of work There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell
So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive Divide themselves between you !
In workmanship, and value; which, I wonder'd, Phi. Sir, be patient!
Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,

This is not strong enough to be believ'd
Since the true life on't was--

Of one persuaded well of
Post. This is true;

Post. Never talk on't;
And this you might have heard of here, by me, She hath been colted by him.
Or by some other.

Iach. If you seek
{ach. More particulars

For further satisfying, under her breast Must justify my knowledge.

(Worthy the pressing.) lies a mole, right proud Post. So they must,

Of that most delicate lodging. By my life,
Or do your honour injury.

I kiss'd it! and it gave me present hunger
Jack. The chimney

To feed again, though full. You do remember
Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece, This stain upon her?
Chaste Dian, bathing: never saw I figures

Post. Ay, and it doth confirm
So likely to report themselves; the cutter Another stain, as big, as hell can hold,
Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her, Were there no more but it.
Motion and breath left out.

Iach. Will you hear more?

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Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns; Ere such another Julius. Britain is
Once, and a million !

A world by itself; and we will nothing pay
Iach. I'll be sworn,

For wearing our own noses.
Post. No swearing!

Queen. That opportunity,
If you will swear you have not done't, you lie! Which then they had to take from us, to resnme
And I will kill thee, if thou dost devy

We have again. - Remember, sir, my liege,
Thou hast made me cuckold.

The kings your ancestors; together with
Iach. I will deny nothing.

The natural bravery of your isle; which stands
Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal! As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
I will go there, and do't! i'the court! before With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters;
Her father!— I'll do something -- (Exit. With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats,
Phi. Quite besides

But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of conquest
The government of patience! - Yoa have won! Caesar made here: but made not here his brag
Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath Of, came, and saw, and overcame : with shame
He hath against himself.

(The first that ever touch'd him,) he was carried Iach. With all my heart!

(Exeunt. From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping, SCENE V.- The same. Another room in the same. (Poor ignorant baubles !) on our terrible seas, Enter PosthUMUS.

Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women As easily 'gainst our rocks. For joy whereof, Must be half-workers? We are bastards all; The fam’d Cassibelan, who was once at point And that most vencrable man, which I

(0, giglot fortune!) to master Caesar's sword, Did call my father, was I know not where

Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright,
When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools And Britons strut with courage.
Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid. Our
The Dian of that time: so doth my wife

kingdom is stronger, than it was at that time; and, The nonpareil of this. – 0 vengeance, vengeance ! as I said, there is no more such Caesars; other of Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,

them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with straight arms, none.
A pudency so rosy, the sweet view on't

Cym. Son, let your mother end !
Might well have warm’d old Saturn; that I thonght her clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard,
As chaste, as unsunn'd snow. - 0, all the devils ! - as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; but I have a
This yellow Jachimo, in an hour, — was't not? – hand. – Why tribute? why should we pay tribute ?
Or less, - at first. Perchance he spoke not; but, If Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket,
Like a full acorn'd boar, a German one,

or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tri-
Cry’d, oh! and mounted: found no opposition bute for light;else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now!
But what he look'd for should oppose, and she Cym. You must know,
Should from encounter guard. Could I find out Till the injurious Romans did extort
The woman's part in me! For there's no motion, This tribute from us, we were free: Caesar's ambition,
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm

(Which swell’d so much, that it did almost stretch
It is the woman's part'. Be it lying, note it, The sides o’the world,) against all colour, here
The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers; Did put the yoke upon us; which to shake off,
Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
Nice longings, slanders, mutability,

Ourselves to be. We do say then to Caesar,
All faults that may be nam’d, nay, that hell knows, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which
Why, hers, in part, or all; but rather, all! Ordain'd our laws; (whose use the sword of Caesar
For even to vice

Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise,
They are not constant, but are changing still Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
One vice, but of a minute old, for one

Though Rome be therefore angry;) Mulmutius,
Not half so old as that. I'll write agaiust them, Who was the first of Britain, which did pnt
Detest them, curse them! – Yet 'tis greater skill His brows within a golden crown, and call'd
Iu a true hate, to pray they have their will:

limself a king.
The very devils cannot plague them better. (Exit. Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline,

That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar

(Caesar, that hath more kings his servants, than Аст III.

Thyself domestic officers,) thine enemy:
SCENE I. - Britain. A room of state in CymBE-Receive it from me, then! -War, and confusion,
Line's palace.

In Caesar's name pronounce I'gainst thre! look Enter CYMBELINE, Queen, Cloter, and Lords, at one for fury not to be resisted! - Thus defied, door: and at another, Caius Lucius, and Attend- I thank thee for myself!'

Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius !
Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us? Thy Caesar knighted me: my yonth I spent
Luc. When Julius Caesar (whose remembrance yet Much onder him; of him I gather'd honour;
Lives in men's eyes: and will to ears, and tongues, which he, to seek of me again, perforce,
Be theme, and hearing ever,) was in this Britain, Behoves me keep at utterance; I am perfect,
And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,

That the Pannoniaos aud Dalmatians, for
(Famous in Caesar's praises, vo whit less-

Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent,
Than in his feats deserving it,) for him,

Which, not to read, wonld show the Britons cold :
And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, So Caesar shall not find them:
Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee lately Luc. Let proof speak.
Is left uptender'd.

Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime
Queen. And, to kill the marvel,

with us a day, or two, longer. If you seek us afterShall be so ever.

wards in other terms, you shall find us in our saltClo. There be many Caesars,

water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if

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you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the Why should excuse be born or e'er begot? better for you; and there's an end.

We'll talk of that hereafter. Pr’ythee, speak,
Luc. So, sir!

How many score of miles may we well ride
Cym. I know your master's pleasure, and he mine: 'Twixt hour and hour?
All the remain is, welcome!

(Exeunt. Pis. One score, 'twixt son and sun, SCENE II. - Another room in the same. Madam, 's enough for you; and too much too. Enter Pisanto.

Jino. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not Could never go so slow: Thave heard of riding wagers, What monster's her accuser ? - Leonatus!

Where horses have been nimbler, than the sands O, master! what a strange infectiou

That run i'the clock's behalf:--but this is foolers:Is fallen into thy ear? What false Italian

Go, bid my woman feign a sickness; say (As poisonous tongue’d, as handed,) hath prevail'd She'll home to her father; and provide me, presently, On thy too ready heariog? - Disloyal? No! A riding suit;' no costlier than would fit She's punish'd for her truth; and undergoes, A franklin's housewife. More goddess-like, than wife-like, such assaults, Pis. Madam, you're best cousider. As would take in some virtue. - O, my master! Imo. I see before me, man, nor here, nor here, Thy mind to her is now as low, as were

Nor what ensues; but have a fog in them, Thy fortunes ! - How! that I should murder her? That I cannot look through. Away, I pr’ythee! Upon the love, and truth, and vows which I Do as I bid thee! there's no more to say! Have made to thy command ?—1, her ?-her blood ? Accessible is none but Milford way! (Exeunt. If it be so to do good service, never

SCENE III. – IV ales, A mountainous country, with Let me be counted serviceable. How look I, That I should seem to lack humanity,

Enter BeLaNIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ArviragOS. So much as this fact comes too? Do't! The letter Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such

[Reading. Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys! This gate That I have sent her, by her own command Instructs


how to adore the heavens; and bows Shall give thee opportunity:~0 damu'd paper! you Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble, To morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs Art thon a feodary for this act, and look'st Are arch'd so high, that giants may jet through So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes ! And keep their impious turbands on, without Enter Izogen,

Good-morrow to the sun.- Hail, thou fair heaven! I am ignorant in what I am commanded.

We house i'the rock, yet use thee not so hardly Imo. How pow, Pisanio ?

As prouder livers do. Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord ! Gui. Hail, heaven! Imo. Who? thy lord ? that is my lord? Leonatus? Arv. Hail, heaven! 0, learn'd indeed were that astronomer,

Bel. Now, for our mountain sport! Up to yon hill

, That knew the stars, as I his characters;

Your legs are young! I'll tread these flats. Consider, He'd lay the future open. -- You good gods, When you above perceive me like a crow, Let what is here contain'd relish of love,

That it is place, which lessens, and sets off. of my lord's health, of his content, -- yet not, And you may thien revolve what tales I have told That we two are asunder, let that grieve him,

you, (Some griefs are med'cinable;) that is one of them, of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war: For it doth physic love; -- of his content, This service is not service, so being done, All but in that!-Good wax, thy leave! -Bless'd be, But being so allow'd: to apprehend thus, You bees, that make these locks of counsel! Lovers, Draws us a profit from all things we see: And men in dangerous bonds, pray not alike; And often, to our comfort, shall we find Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet

The sharded beetle in a safer hold, You clasp young Cupid's tables.-Good news, gods! Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life (Reads.] Justice, and your father's wrath, should Is nobler, than attending for a check; he take me in his dominion, should not be so cruel Richer, than doing nothing for a babe; to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would not Prouder, thap rustling in unpaid-for silk: even renew me with your eyes. Take notice, that I Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine, an in Cambria, at Milford-Haven. What your own Yet keeps his book uncross’d: no life to ours. love will, out of this, advise you, follow. So, he wi- Gui. Out of your proof you speak : we, poor shes you all happiness, that remains loyalto his vow, fledg’d, and your, increasing in love. Leonatus Posthumus. Have never wing'd from view o’the Rest; nor kuur 0, for a horse with wings!-Hear'st thon, Pisanio? lle is at Milford-Haven! Read, and tell me What air's from home. Haply, this life is besty How far 'tis hither. If one of mean affairs

If quiet life be best: sweeter to you, May plod it in a week, why may not I

That have a sharper known; well corresponding Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio, With your still age: but, unto us, it is (Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,- A cell of ignorancez travelling abed; o, let me 'bate, - but not like me - yet long'st, A prison for a debtor, that not dares But in a fainter kind. - 0, not like me!

To stride a limit. For mine's beyond beyond,) say, and speak thick, Arv. What should we speak of, (Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing, When we are old as you? when we shall hear To the smothering of the sense,) how far it is The rain and wind beat dark December, hov, To this same blessed Milford: and, by the way, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing To inherit such a haven: but, first of all,

We are beastly: subtile as the fox, for prey; llow we may steal from hence; and, for the gap Like warlike as the wolf, for what we eat: That we shall make in time, from our hence-going, Our valour is, to chase what flies; our cage And our return, to escase: —but first, how get hence : We make a quire, as doth the prison bird,


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And sing our bondage freely.

Was near at hand. - Ne'er long'd my mother so Bel. How you speak!

To see me first, as I have now, - Pisanio! Man !
you buť know the city's usuries,

Where is Posthumus ? What is in thy mind,
And felt them knowingly: the art o'the court, That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that
As hard to leave, as keep; whose top to climb

Is certain falling, or so slippery, that

From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus,
The fear's as bad as falling: the toil o' the war, Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
A pain that only seems to seek out danger

Beyond self-explication: put thyself
l'the name of fame, and honour; which dies i'the Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness

Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter?
And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph,

Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with
As record of fair act; nay, many times,

A look ntender? If it be summer news,
Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Smile to't before: if winterly, thou need'st
Mast court'sy at the censure:- 0, boys, this story But keep that countenance still.— My husband's hand!
The world may read in me. My body's mark'd That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him,
With Roman swords; and my report was once And he's at some hard point. — Speak, man! thy
First with the best of note: Cymbeline lov'd me; tongue
And when a soldier was the theme, my name May take off some extremity, which to read
Was not far off: then was I as a tree,

Would be even mortal to me.
Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but, in one night, Pis. Please you, read!
A storm, or robbery, call it what you will, And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing
Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, The most disdain'd of fortune.
And left me bare to weather.

Imo. (Reads.] Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played
Gui. Uncertain favour !

strumpet in

my bed; the testimonies whereof lie
Bel. My fault being nothing (as I have told yon oft,) bleeding in me. speak not out of weak surmises ;
But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd but from proof as strong, as my grief, and as certain,
Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline, as I expect my revenge. That pari, thou, Pisonio,
I was confederate with the Romans: so,

must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with Follow'd my banishment; and, this twenty years, the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away This rock, and these demesnes, have been my world: her life: I shall give thee opportunities at MilfordWhere I have liv'd at honest freedom; paid

Haven; she hath

my letter for the purpose. Where, More pious debts to heaven, than in all

if thou fear to strike, und to make me certain it
The fore-end of my time.-But, up to the mountains; is done, thou art the pander to her dishonour, and
This is not hunters' language! -He, that strikes equally to me disloyal.
The venison first, shall be the lord o’the feast; Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword? tho
To him the other two shall minister;

And we will fear no poison, which attends Hath cut her throat already. — No, 'tis slander,
In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys. Whose edge is sharper, than the sword; whose tongue

(Exeunt Gui. and Arv. Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
How hard it is, to hide the sparks of nature! Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
These boys know little, they are sons to the king; All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states,
Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
They think, they are mioe: and, though train'd up This viperous slander enters. — What cheer, madam?
thus meanly

Imo. False to his bed! What is it, to be false?
I'the cave, wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit To lie in watch there, and to think on him?
The roofs of palaces; and nature prompts them, To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge na-
In simple and low things, to prince it, much

Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, - To break it with a fearful dream of him,
The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, whom And cry myself awake? that’s falso to his bed ?
The king his father call’d Guiderius, – Jove! Is it?
When on my three-foot stool I sit, and tell

Pis. Alas, good lady!
The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness : - lachimo,
Into my story: say, — Thus mine enemy fell, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;
And thus I set my foot on's neck; even then Thou then look’dst like a villain; now, methioks,
The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats, Thy favour's good enough. - Some jay of Italy,
Strains his young nerves, and puts himselfin posture Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him :
That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwell, Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion ;
(Once, Arvirágus,) in as like a figure,

| And, for I am richer, than to hang by the walls,
Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more I must be ripp'd:- to pieces with me! -0,
His own conceiving. Hark! the game is rous’d! - Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
o Cymbeline! heaven, and my conscience, knows, By thy revolt, 0 husband, shall be thought
Thou didst unjustly banish me; whereon,', Put on for villainy; not born, where't grows;
At three, and two years old, I stole these babes; But woro, a bait for ladies.
Thinking to bar thee of succession, as

Pis. Good madam, hear me!
Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile,

Imo. True honest men being heard, like false Aeneas,
Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mother, Were, in his time, thought false: and Sinon's weep-
And every day do honour to her grave:

Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call’d,

Did scandal many a holy tear; 'took pity
They take for natural father. The game is up. [Exit. From most true wretchedness. So thou, Posthumus,

SCENE IV. - Near Milford-Haven. Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;
Enter Pisanio and Imoges.

Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and perjur'd,
Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, From thy great fail. — Come, fellow, be thou honest

Do thou thy master's bidding! When thou see'st him,


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