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Thy master is not there; who was, indeed,
The riches of it: Do his bidding, strike.-
Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause;
But now thou seem'st a coward..

Pisan. Hence, vile instrument!
Thou shalt not damn my hand.
Imo. Why, I must die;

And if I do not by thy hand, thou art

No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter
There is a prohibition so divine,

That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my


Something's afore 't:-Soft, soft; we'll no de-
Obedient as the scabbard.- What is here?

The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,
All turn'd to heresy? Away, away,
Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more

Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools
Believe false teachers: Though those that are

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 pang'd 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.

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 taʼen thy stand,
The elected deer before thee?

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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.

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.

Pisan. Well, then here's the point:
You must forget to be a woman; change
Command into obedience; fear, and niceness,
The handmaids of all women, or, more truly,
Woman its pretty self,) into a waggish courage;
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!-
Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch
Of common-kissing Titan; and forget


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

Imo. Nay, be brief:

I see into thy end, and am almost

160 A man already.

A hawk is said to tire upon that which he pecks; from tirer, French. The meaning is, "You 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.

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, With joy 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.



Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperos
How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely,
Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness:
The powers that he already hath in Gallia
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he
His war for Britain.

Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business;

But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly. 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 15A thing more made of malice than of duty; We have noted it.-Call her before us; for We have been too light in sufferance.

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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': This attempt I am soldier to ', and will abide it with A prince's courage. Away, I pr'ythee. 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.


[Exit a Servant. Queen. Royal sir, Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd 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.

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The Palace of Cymbeline.

Re-enter the Servant.

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


Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no an-
That will be given to the loud of noise we make.
Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her,
She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close;

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

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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 should that duty leave unpaid to you,
Which daily she was bound to proffer: this
She wish'd me to make known; but our great court
Made me to blame in memory.

40. Cym. Her doors lock'd?


Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I

Prove false!


Queen. Son, I say, follow the king.

Clot. That man of hers, Pisanio her old servant, I have not seen these two days. Queen. Go, look after.




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;

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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, [her:
Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd
Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown
To 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:

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

1i. 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


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


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.

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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.

Pisan. Alas, my lord,

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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. Clot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven: 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 20belch from my heart) that she held the very gar

ment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, together with the adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her 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, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in 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 in my


Re-enter Pisanio, 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.

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,


[Aside. 50 To him that is most true.-To Milford go, [flow,
And find not her whom thou pursu'st.
You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed
Be crost with slowness; labour be his meed! [Erit.

Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again! Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true?

Pisan. Sir, as I think.

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

Pisan. Well, my good lord.


The Forest and Cave.

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 Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick, But that my resolution helps me.-Milford, When from the mountain Pisanio shew'd thee, Thou wast within a ken: Joye ! I think,

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


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

told me,

As I had made my meal; and parted
With prayers for the provider.
Guid. Money, youth?

Aro. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
5 As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Who worship dirty gods.

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 scarce tell true: Tolapse in fullness Is sorer', than to lye in need; and falsehood Is worse in kings, than beggars.-My dear lord!| *Thou art one of the false ones: Now I think on 10


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, Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever Of hardiness is mother.-Ho! who's here? If any thing that's civil', speak; if savage, Take, or lend3.-Ho!-No answer; then



Imo. I see, you are angry:

Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Have dy'd, had I not made it.
Bel. Whither bound?
Imo. To Milford-Haven.
Bel. What's your name?

Imo. Fidele, sir: I have a kinsman, who Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford; To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, I am fallen in this offence.

Bel. Pr'ythee, fair youth,

Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd! I'20'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.Boys, bid him welcome.

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
Will make what's homely, savoury: Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.-Now,peace be here,
Poor house, that keeps thyself!


Guid. I am thoroughly weary.
Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appe-
Guid. There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll
brouze on that,

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

Bel. Stay; come not in:



Guid. Were you a woman, youth,


I should woo hard, but be your groom.-In hobid 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 welBe sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends. [come! Imo. 'Mongst friends!

If brothers? Would it had been so,that

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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!

Enter Imogen.

Imo. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: [had found

good troth,

I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here's money for my

meat :

I would have left it on the board, so soon

Bel. He wrings at some distress.

Guid. 'Would, I could free't!

Arv. Or I; whate'er it be,

What pain it cost, what danger! Gods!

Bel. Hark, boys.

Imo. Great men,



That had a court no bigger than this cave,
That did attend themselves, and had the virtue
45 Which their own conscience seal'd them (laying by
That nothing gift of differing multitudes),
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
I'd change my sex to be companion with thein,
Since Leonatus false.



Bel. It shall be so :

[in! Boys, we'll go dress our hunt.-Fair youth, come Discourse is heavy, fasting: when we have supp'd, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story, So far as thou wilt speak it.

Guid. Pray, draw near. [lark, less welcome. Arv. The night to the owl, and morn to the 3 Dr. Johnson suspects

1i. e. is a greater or heavier crime. 2 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 many-headed rabble.

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AM near to the place where they should meet, 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 Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, (forit 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 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 father; who may, haply, be a little angry for my 45 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 hand! This is the very description of their meet-50 ing-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me.

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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:
But not so citizen a wanton, as

To seem to die, ere sick: So please you, leave me;
Stick to your journal course: the breach of castom
Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me
Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort
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.

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?

Are. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
In my good brother's fault: I know not why,
I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
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.

Bel. O noble strain!

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So please you, sir.
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. perseverant.


Imperseverant means no more than That is, keep your daily course uninterrupted: if the stated plan of life is once broken, nothing follows but confusion.

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