Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, ACT II. SCENE I-Court before CYMBELINE'S Palace. Enter CLOTEN and two LORDS. ing, Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! IMOGEN reading in her Bed; a LADY attendwhen I kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away! I had a hundred pound on't: And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my plea Clo. No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors. 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only. Clo. Why, so I say. 1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night? Clo. A stranger and I know not on't! 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it not. [Aside. 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of Leonatas' friends. Clo. Leonatus! a banished rascal and he's another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger? Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen? Imo. What hour is it? Lady. Almost midnight, madam. Imo. I have read three hours then: mine Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed: [Sleeps. IACHIMO, from the Trunk. Iach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus touch! But kiss; one kiss !-Rubies unparagon'd, Bows toward her; and would under-peep her To see the enclosed lights, now canopied To note the chamber :-I will write all down :- The adornment of her bed;-The arras, figures, [story,Why, such and such :-And the contents o'the Ab, but some natural notes about her body, Above ten thousand meaner moveables Would testify, to enrich mine inventory: O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her ! And be her sense but as a monument, Thus in a chapel lying !-Come off, come off;[Taking off her Bracelet. As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard! 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly, As strongly as the conscience does within, 2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore To the madding of her lord. On her left your issues being foolish, do not derogate. 1 Lord. One of your lordship's pages. Clo. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there no derogation in't? 1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clo. Not easily, I think. [Aside. Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian: What I have lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come, go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. [Exeunt CLOTEN and first LORD. That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass! a woman, that Bears all down with her brain: and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, He is describing his fate at bowls, the jack is the small bowl at which the others are ained. Fellow. 1 Degrade yourself. breast Why should I write this down, that's rivetted, The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; It was anciently the custom to strew chambers wih rushes. Le. The white skin laced with bluc veins. 1 Tapestry. Scene III. CYMBELINE. Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. Enter CLOTEN and LORDS. 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. Clo. It would make any man cold to lose. 1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the noble temper of your lordship; you are most hot and furious when you win. Clo. Winning would put any man into courage; If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough: It's almost morning, is't not? 1 Lord. Day, my lord. Clo. I would this music would come: I am advised to give her music o' mornings; they say, it will penetrate. Enter MUSICIANS. Come on; tune: If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if none will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er. First a very excellent good-conceited thing; after a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consider. SONG. Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate [sings, His steeds to water at those springs And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty bin; Sa, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will Eater CYMBELINE and QUEEN. 2 Lord. Here comes the king. Cle. I am glad I was up so late; for that's cannot the reason I was up so early: He choose but take this service I have fatherly.--Good morrow to your majesty, and to my gracious mother. done, Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern [daughter? Will she not forth? Clo. I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice. Cym. The exile of her minion is too new ; Queen. You are most bound to the king; Cym. A worthy fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; According to the honour of his sender; We must extend our notice.-Our dear son, Attend the queen and us; we shall have need [Exeunt CYM. QUEEN, LORDS, and MESS. I know her women are about her; What Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves What Can it not do, and undo? I will make Enter a LADY. Lady. Who's there, that knocks? Lady. No more ? Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. [Knocks. Than some, whose are tailors as dear as your's, Clo. Your lady's person: Is she ready? To keep her chamber. Clo. There's gold for you: sell me your good report. Lady. How ! my good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good ?-The princess Enter IMOGEN. Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister: Your sweet hand. Imo. Good-morrow, Sir: You lay out too For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give, Clo. Still, I swear I love you. Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: If you swear stil!, your recompense is still Clo. This is no answer. Imo. But that you shall not say I yield being silent, I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: i'faith, I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your best kindness; one of your great know- Should learn, being taught, forbearance. I will not. Imo. Fools are not mad folks. If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; So verbosc. That I, which know my heart, do here pro nounce, By the very truth of it, I care not for you; And am so near the lack of charity, (To accuse myself) I hate you: which I rather You felt, than make't my boast. Clo. You sin against had Obedience, which you owe your father. For The contract you pretend with that base wretch, (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract, none: (On whom there is no more dependency Imo. Profane fellow ! Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more Clo. The south-fog rot him! Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than come To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer, In my respect, than all the hairs above thee, Were they all made such men.-How now, Pisanio? Search for a jewel, that too casually Post. Not any; but abide the change of time; Quake in the present winter's state, and wish That warmer days would come: In these fear'd hopes, I barely gratify your love; they failing, Phi. Your very goodness, and your company, Post. I hope the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return. Iach. Your lady Is one the fairest that I have look'd upon. beauty Look through a casement to allure false bearts, And be false with them. Iach. Here are letters for you. Post. Their tenour good, I trust. Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: When you were there; 'shrew me, If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe. I do think, I hope it be not gone, to tell my lord Pis. Twill not be lost. Clo. You have abus'd me : His meanest garment? Imo. Ay; I said so, Sir. Iach. He was expected then, But not approach'd. Post. All is well yet. Sparkles this stone as it was wont ? or is't not Too dull for your good wearing? Iach. If I have lost it, I should have lost the worth of it in gold. A second night of such sweet shortness, which [Exit Pis. Was mine in Britain; for the ring is won. Post. The stone's too hard to come by. Iach. Not a whit, If you will mak't an action, call witness to't. lo. I will inform your father. Imo. Your mother too: She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope, But the worst of me. So I leave you, Sir, To the worst of discontent. [Exit. Clo. I'll be reveng'd: His meanest garment ?—Well. [Exit. PHILARIO'S House. SCENE. IV.-Rome-An Apartment in Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO. Your lady being so easy. Post. Make not, Sir, Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we Must not continue friends. Iach. Good Sir, we must, If you keep covenant: Had I not brought Post. If you can make't apparent That you have tasted her in bed, my hand, Post. Fear it not, Sir; I would I were so And ring, is your's: If not, the foul opinion I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not, You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find You need it not. Post. Proceed. Iach. First, her bed-chamber, (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, With tapestry of silk and silver? the story Post. This is true; And this you might have heard of here, by me, Or by some other. lach. More particulars Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece, Post. This is a thing, Which you might from relation likewise reap; Jack. The roof o'the chamber With golden cherubims is fretted: Her andi· rons (I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely Depending on their brands. + Post. This is her honour !— Let it be granted, you have seen all this, (and praise Be given to your remembrance,) the description lach. Then if you can, [Pulling out the Bracelet. Be pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel: See ! And now 'tis up again: It must be married Post. Jove ! Once more let me behold it: Is it that Jach. Sir, (I thank her,) that: She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; said, She priz'd it once. Pest. May be, she pluck'd it off, To send it me. and Jach. She writes so to you? doth she? It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Where there's another man: The vows of women Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing : O above measure false ! Phi. Have patience, Sir, And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won; Who knows if one of her women, being cor- Hath stolen it from her, Ornamented iron bars which support wood burned t Torches in the hands of Cupids.. chimneys. And so, I hope, he came by't:-Back my Render to me some corporal sign about her, swears. 'Tis true ;-nay, keep the ring-'tis true: I am sure, She would not lose it: her attendants are All sworn and honourable :-They induc'd to And by a stranger ?—No, he hath enjoy'd her: Is this, she hath bought the name of whore There, take thy hire and all the fiends of hell Phi. Sir, be patient: This is not strong enough to be believ'd Post. Never talk on't; She hath been colted by him. Iach. If you seek For further satisfying, under her breast' 1 kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger Post. Ay, and it doth confirm Another stain, as big as hell can hold, Iach. Will you hear more? Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the Once, and a million! Must be half-workers? We are bastards all; Made me a counterfeit: Yet my mother seem'd Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, It is the woman s part: Be it lying, note it, They are not constant, but are changing still ACT III. [Erit. (Which swell'd so much, that it did almost The sides o'the world,) against all colour, here Hath too much mangled; whose repair and Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline, That I am to pronounce Augustus Cesar SCENE I-Britain.-A Room of State in Thyself domestic officers,) thine enemy: CYMBELINE'S Palace. Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, and Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cesar Luc. When Julius Cesar (whose remembrance yet Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears and Be theme and hearing ever,) was in this Britain, Queen. And, to kill the marvel, Clo. There be many Cesars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is [lately A world by itself; and we will nothing pay, Queen. That opportunity [sume Which then they had to take from us, to re- [conquest Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and, as I said, there is no more such Cesars: other of them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such straight arms, none. Cym. Son, let your mother end. Clo. We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as Cassibelan: I do not say, I am one; but I have a hand.-Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If Cesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, Sir, no more tribute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, Till the injurious Romans did extort • Strumpet. Receive it from me, then :-War and confusion. Cym. Thou art welcome, Cains. So Cesar shall not find them. Luc. Let proof speak. Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day or two louger: If you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is your's; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end. prevail'd On thy too ready hearing --Disloyal? No : Upon the love and truth and vows, which I If it be so to do good service, never letter That I have sent her, by her own command bauble. Art thou a feodary** for this act, and look'st "Kymbeline (says Hollinshed) was brought up at To take in a town, is to conquer it. |