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The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out Imo. False to his bed! What is it, to be false!
Into my story, say,—“ Thus mine enemy fell; To lie in watch there, and to think on him?
And thus I set my foot on 's neck :" even then To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge
The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats,

nature, Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in posture To break it with a fearful dream of him, That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, And cry myself awake? that's false to his bed : (Once Arviragus,) in as like a figure,

Is it? Strikes life into my speech, and shows much more Pis. Alas, good lady? His own conceiving. Hark! the game is rous'd.- Imo. I false? Thy conscience witness.-Iachimo, O Cymbeline! heaven, and my conscience, knows, Thou didst accuse him of incontinency; Thou didst unjustly banish me; whereon

Thou then look’dst like a villain; now, methinks, At three, and two years old, I stole these babes, Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy, Thinking to bar thee of succession, as

Whose mother was her painting, hath betray d him: Thou reti'st me of my lands. Euriphile,

Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion; Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls, mother,

! I must be ripp'd :—to pieces with me!-0! And every day do honour to her grave :

Men's vows are women's traitors. All good seeming, Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan callid,

By thy revolt, О husband! shall be thought
They take for natural father. The game is up:

Put on for villany; not born where't grows,
[Erit. But worn a bait for ladies.
Pis.

Good madam, hear me.
SCENE IV.-Near Milford - Haren.

Imo. True honest men being heard, like false

Æneas,
Enter Pisaxio and Imogen.

Were in his time thought false ; and Sinon's weeping Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, Did scandal many a holy tear; took pity the place

From most true wretchedness: so thou, Posthumus, Was near at hand.—Ne'er long'd my mother so

Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men: To see me first, as I have now,-Pisanio! Man! Goodly, and gallant, shall be false, and perjur'd, Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,

From thy great fail.—Come, fellow, be thou honest: That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks Do thou thy master's bidding. When thou seest him, that sig!

A little witness my obedience: look! From th’inward of thee? One, but painted thus,

I draw the sword myself: take it; and hit Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd

The innocent mansion of my love, my heart. Beyond self-explication : put thyself

Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief: Into a haviour of less fear, ere wildness

Thy master is not there, who was, indeed, Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter? The riches of it. Do his bidding; strike. Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with

Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause, A look untender? If it be summer news,

But now thou seem'st a coward. Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st

Pis.

Hence, vile instrument! But keep that countenance still.—My husband's

Thou shalt not damn my hand. hand!

Imo.

Why, I must die; That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him, And if I do not by thy hand, thou art And he's at some hard point.-Speak, man: thy

No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter tongue

There is a prohibition so divine, May take off some extremity, which to read

That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart: Would be even mortal to me.

Something's atore't:-Soft, soft! we'll no defence; Pis.

Please you, read;

Obedient as the scabbard.— What is here? And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing

The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, The most disdain'd of fortune.

All turn d to heresy? Away, away,

Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more Imo. [Reads.] “Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath

Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools played the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies

Believe false teachers: though those that are betray'd whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises, but from proof as strong as my grief,

Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor

Stands in worse case of woe. and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part, And thou, Posthumus, that didst set up thou, Pisanio, must act for me, if thy faith be not

My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, tainted with the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life; I shall give thee opportu

And make me put into contempt the suits nity at Milford-Haven: she hath my letter for the

Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
It is no act of common passage,

but purpose: where, if thou fear to strike, and to make

A strain of rareness : and I grieve myself, me certain it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour, and equally to me disloyal."

To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her

That now thou tirs't on, how thy memory Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword ? the Will then be pang'd by me.—Pr'ythee, despatch: paper

The lamb entreats the butcher: where's thy knife? Hath cut her throat already.-No; 'tis slander, Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue When I desire it too. Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Pis.

O gracious lady! Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie

Since I receiv'd command to do this business, All corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, I have not slept one wink. Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave

Imo.

Do't, and to bed, then. This viperous slander enters.-- What cheer, madam? Pis. I'll wake inine eye-balls blind first.

Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado
With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing,
That Cloten, whose love-suit bath been to me
As fearful as a siege.
Pis.

If not at court,
Then not in Britain must you bide.
Imo.

Where then ?
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.
Pis.

I am most glad
You think of other place. Th' 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
That, which, t' 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
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.
Pis.

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 it pretty self,) into a waggish courage :
Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and
As quarrelous as the weasel : 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

Imo.

Wherefore, then,
Didst 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,
Th' elected deer before thee?
Pis.

But to win time,
To lose so bad employment; in the which
I have consider'd of a course. Good lady,
Hear me with patience.

Imo. Talk thy tongue weary ; speak :
I have heard I am a strumpet, and mine ear,
Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.
Pis.

Then, madam,
I thought you would not back again.
Imo.

Most like,
Bringing me here to kill me.
Pis.

neither :
But if I were as wise as honest, then
My purpose would prove well. It cannot be,
But that my master is abus'd:
Some villain, ay, and singular in his art,
Hath done you both this cursed injury.

Imo. Some Roman courtezan.
Pis.

No, on my life.
I'll give but notice you are dead, and send him
Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded
I should do so: you shall be miss'd at court,
And that will well confirm it.
Imo.

Why, good fellow,
What shall I do the while ? where bide? how live?
Or in my life what comfort, when I am
Dead to my husband ?
Pis.

If you'll back to the court,

Not so,

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Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
You made great

Juno

angry. Imo.

Nay, be brief:
I see into thy end, and am almost
A man already.
Pis.

First, make yourself but like one.
Forethinking 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 will 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. 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'm soldier to, and will abide it with
A prince's courage. Away, I pr’ythee.

Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell,
Lest, 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 dram 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. (Ereunt.

The powers that he already hath in Gallia
Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves
His war for Britain.
Queen,

'Tis not sleepy business, But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly.

Cym. Our expectation that it would 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 bath tender'd The duty of the day. She looks us like A thing more made of malice, than of duty: We have noted it.-Call her before us, for We have been too slight in sufferance.

[Erit an Attendant. 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,
And strokes death to her.

Re-enter an Attendant.
Cym.

Where is she, sir? How
Can her contempt be answer'd?
Atten.

Please you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer That will be given to the loud noise we make.

Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, 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. Cym.

Her doors lockid! Not seen of late ? Grant, heavens, that which I Fear prove false !

(Erit. Queen. Son, I say, follow the king.

Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, I have not seen these two days. Queen.

Go, look after.

[Erit Clotex.
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 is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her;
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!
Clo.

'Tis certain, she is filed.
Go in, and cheer the king : he rages; none
Dare come about him.
Queen.

All the better: may
This night forestal him of the coming day!

(Erit QUEEN. Clo. 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 judgment, That what's else rare is chok'd; and in that point I will conclude to hate her; nay, indeed,

SCENE V.-A Room in CYMBELINE's Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, Cloten, Lucius, and

Lords.
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 show 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!

Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit. So, farewell, noble Lucius. Luc.

Your hand, my lord. Clo. Receive it friendly; but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc.

Sir, the event Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my

lords, Till he have cross'd the Severn.—Happiness!

(Ereunt Lucius and Lords. Queen. He goes hence frowning; but it honours us, That we have given him cause. Clo.

'Tis all the better: Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.

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 :

a

To be revengd upon her: for, when fools shall

person, together with the adornment of my quali

ties. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish Enter Pisanio.

her: first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah ? see my valour, which will then be a torment to her Come hither. Ah, you precious pandar! Villain, contempt. He on the ground, my speech of insultWhere is thy lady? In a word, or else

ment ended on his dead body,—and when my lust Thou art straightway with the fiends.

hath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will exePis.

O, good my lord! cute in the clothes that she so praised.) to the court Clo. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter- I'll knock her back, foot her home again. She I will not ask again. Close villain,

hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip

my revenge. Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus ?

Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes.
From whose so many weights of baseness cannot
A dram of worth be drawn.

Be those the garments ?
Pis.
Alas, my lord !

Pis. Ay, my noble lord.
How can she be with him? When was she miss'd ? Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford-
He is in Rome.

Haven? Clo.

Where is she, sir? Come nearer ; Pis. She can scarce be there yet. No further halting: satisfy me home

Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is What is become of her?

the second thing that I have commanded thee: the Pis. O, my all-worthy lord !

third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my Clo.

All-worthy villain ! design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall Discover where thy mistress is, at once,

tender itself to thee.-My revenge is now at MilAt the next word, -No more of worthy lord, - ford: would I had wings to follow it.-Come, and Speak, or thy silence on the instant is

: be true.

[Erit. Thy condemnation and thy death.

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

Then, sir,

thee, This paper is the history of my knowledge

Were to prove false, which I will never be, Touching her flight. [Presenting a letter. To him that is most true.-To Milford go, Clo.

Let's see't.-I will pursue her And find not her whom thou pursuest. Flow, fow, Even to Augustus' throne.

You heavenly blessings on her! This fool's speed Pis. (Aside.]

Or this, or perish. Be cross'd with slowness: labour be his meed! She's far enough; and what he learns by this,

[Erit. May prove his travel, not her danger. Co.

Humph! SCENE VI.-Before the Cave of BELARIUS. Pis. [Aside.] I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen,

Enter IMOGEN, in boy's clothes. Safe may'st thou wander, safe return again!

Imo. I see, a man's life is a tedious one: Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true?

I have tir'd myself, and for two nights together Pis. Sir, as I think.

Have made the ground my bed: 1 should be sick, Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know't.—Sirrah, But that my resolution helps me.- Milford, if thou would'st not be villain, but do me true When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee, service, undergo those employments, wherein I Thou wast within a ken. O Jove! I think, should have cause to use thee, with a serious in- Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean, dustry,—that is, what villany soe'er l bid thee do, to Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me, perform it directly and truly. I would think thee I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie, an honest man: thou shouldest neither want my That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis means for thy relief, nor 'my voice for thy prefer- A punishment, or trial ? Yes; no wonder,

When rich ones scarce tell true: to lapse in fulness Pis. Well, my good lord.

Is sorer, than to lie for need; and falsehood Clo. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently Is worse in kings, than beggars.—My dear lord ! and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune Thou art one o'the false ones : now I think on thee, of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the My hunger's gone; but even before, I was course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of At point to sink for food.-But what is this? Wilt thou serve me?

Here is a path to it: 'tis some savage hold : Pis. Sir, I will.

I were best not call; I dare not call; yet famine, Clo. Give me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. any of thy late master's garments in thy possession ? Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever

Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same Of hardiness is mother.-Ho! Who's here? suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage, mistress.

Take, or lend.-Ho!-No answer? then, I'll enter. Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy suit hither: let it be thy first service; go.

But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't. Pis. I shall, my lord.

(Erit. Such a foe, good heavens ! [She enters the care. Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Haven. I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember't anon.—Even

Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. there, thou villain, Posthumus, will I kill thee. - Bel. You, Polydore, have prov'd best woodman, I would, these garments were come. She said

and upon a time (the bitterness of it I now belch from Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, my heart) that she held the very garment of Pos- Will play the cook and servant ; 'tis our match: thumus in more respect than my noble and natural The sweat of industry would dry, and die,

ment.

mine.

SCENE VI.

But for the end it works to. Come ; our stomachs Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
Will make what's homely, savoury: weariness Bel.

Stay: come not in. Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth

(Looking in. Finds the down pillow hard.—Now, peace be here, But that it eats our victuals, I should think Poor house, that keep'st thyself!

Here were a fairy.
Gui.
I am thoroughly weary. Gui.

What's the matter, sir?
Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite. Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,
Gui. There is cold meat i'the cave: we'll browze An earthly paragon !—Behold divineness
on that,

No elder than a boy!

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Enter IMOGEN.

Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds

By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd. Imo. Good masters, harm me not:

'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer Before I enter'd here, I callid ; and thought Ere you depart; and thanks, to stay and eat it.To have begg’d, or bought, what I have took. Boys, bid him welcome. Good troth,

Gui.

Were you a woman, youth, I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I had I should woo hard, but be your groom.—In honesty, found

I bid for you, as I do buy. Gold strew'd i’ the floor. Here's money for my Arv.

I'll make't my comfort, meat :

He is a man: I'll love him as my brother; I would have left it on the board, so soon

And such a welcome as I'd give to him, As I had made my meal, and parted

After long absence, such is yours.-Most welcome. With prayers for the provider.

Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
Gui.
Money, youth?

Imo.

'Mongst friends! Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt ! If brothers ?—[ Aside.]—Would it had been so, that As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those

they Who worship dirty gods.

Had been my father's sons: then, had my prize Imo. I see, you are angry.

Been less; and so more equal ballasting Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should

To thee, Posthumus. Have died, had I not made it.

Bel.

He wrings at some distress. Bel. Whither bound ?

Gui. Would I could free't! Imo. To Milford-Haven.

Arv.

Or I; whate'er it be, Bel. What's your name?

What pain it cost, what danger. Gods! Imo. Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman, who

Bel.

Hark, boys. Is bound for Italy: he embark'd at Milford;

[Whispering To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, Imo. Great men, I am fallen in this offence.

That had a court no bigger than this cave,
Bel.
Prythee, fair youth,

That did attend tbemselves, and had the virtue

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