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it not.

I kissed the jack upon an up-cast, to be hit away !|| SCENE II.-A bed-chamber; in one part of it I had a hundred pound on't: And then a whoreson a trunk. Imogen reading in her bed; a Lady jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I attending borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.

Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen? 1 Lord. What got he by that? You have broke Lady.

Please you, madam.

Imo. What hour is it? his pate with your bowl. 2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke Lady.

Almost midnight, madam: it, it would have run all out.


Imo. I have read three hours then: mine eyes Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it

are weak: is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths: Ha? Fold down the leaf where I have left: To bed :

2 Lord. No, my lord, nor (.Aside.) crop the ears | Take not away the taper, leave it burning; of them.

And if thou canst awake by four o'the clock, Clo. Whoreson dog I give him satisfaction: | 1 pr’ythee, call me. Sleep hath seiz'd me wholly. 'Would, he had been one of my rank !

(Exit Lady, 2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. (Aside. To your protection I commend me, gods !

Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the From fairies, and the tempters of the night, earth, -A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble Guard me, beseech ye! as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of

(Sleeps. Iachimo, from the trunk. the queen my mother: every jack-slave hath his

lach. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match.

Repairs itself by rest : Our Tarquin thus 2 Lord. You are a cock and capon too; and you Did softly press the rushes, 4 ere he waken'd crow, cock, with your comb on. (Aside. The chastity he wounded. Cytherea, Clo. Sayest thou ?

How bravely thou becom'st thy bed! fresh lily ! 1 Lord. It is not fit, your lordship should under-|| And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch! take every companion that you give offence to. But kiss ; one kiss !-Rubies unparagon'd,

Clo. No, I know that : but it is fit, I should com-How dearly they do't?'Tis her breathing that mit offence to my inferiors.

Perfumes the chamber thus: The flame o'the taper 2 Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.

Bows toward her; and would under-peep her lids, Clo. Why, so I say.

To see the enclosed lights, now canopied 1 Lord. Did you hear of a stranger, that's come Under these windows: White and azure, lac'd to court to-night?

With blue of heaven's own tinct.5_But my design? Clo. A stranger! and I not know on't! To note the chamber :- I will write all down 2 Lord. He's a strange fellow himself, and knows Such, and such, pictures :— There the window :


Such 1 Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis The adornment of her bed ;-The arras,6 figures, thought, one of Leonatus' friends.

Why, such, and such :- And the contents o'the Clo. Leonatus? a banished rascal; and he's

story, another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this| Ah, but some natural notes about her body, stranger?

Above ten thousand meaner moveables 1 Lord. One of your lordship’s pages.

Would testify, to enrich mine inventory: Clo. Is it fit I went to look upon him? Is there o sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her! no derogation in't!

And be her sense but as a monument, 1 Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Thus in a chapel lying !Come off, come off;Clo. Not easily, I think.

[Taking off her bracelet 2 Lord. You are a fool granted; therefore your As slippery, as the Gordian knot was hard ! issues being fiolish, do not derogate. (A side. 'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,

Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian : What I have As strongly as the conscience does within, lost to-day at bowls, I'll win to-night of him. Come, To the madding of her lord. On her left breast

A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops go. 2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

I'the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, (Exeunt Cloten and first Lord. Stronger than ever law could make: this secret That such a crafty devil as is his mother

Will force him think I have pick'd the lock, and Should yield the world this ass! a woman, that Bears all down with her brain; and this her son

The treasure of her honour. No more.—To what Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,

end? And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,

Why should I write this down, that's riveted, Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st! Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd;

The tale of Tereus ; here the leaf's turn'd down, A mother hourly coining plots; a wooer,

Where Philomel gave up;- I have enough: More hateful than the foul expulsion is

To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act Swift, swift, you dragons of the night !-that dawnof the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold


May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear; The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd

Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here. That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may’st || One, two, three, - Time, time!

(Clock strikes. stand, To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land!

(Goes into the trunk. The scene closes.

(4) It was anciently the custom to strew cham(1) He is describing his fate at bowls; the jackbers with rushes. is the small bowl at which the others are aimed. (5) i. e. The white skin laced with blue veins.

(2) Fellow. (3) i. e. Degrade yourself. (6) Tapestry.




SCENE III.-An ante-chamber adjoining Imo-|| Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;

gen's apartment. Enter Cloten and Lords. But that's ne fault of his: We must receive him 1 Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man

According to the honour of his sender; in loss, the most coldest that ever turn'd up ace.

And towards himself his goodness forespent on us

We must extend our notice. Our dear son, Clo. It would make any man cold to lose.

When 1 Lord. But not every man patient, after the

you have given good morning to your misnoble temper of your lordship; You are most hot, || Attend the queen, and us; we shall have need

tress, and furious, when you win. Clo. Winning would put any man into courage:

To employ you towards this Roman.—Come, our

queen. If I could get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough : It's almost morning, is't not?

(Exeunt Cym. Queen, Lords, and Mess. I Lord. Day, my lord.

Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, Clo. I would this music would come : I am ad- || Let her lie still, and dream.—By your leave he! vised to give her music o'mornings ; they say, it || I know her women are about her; What

(Knorks. will penetrate.

If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
Enter Musicians.

Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and Come on ; tune : If you can penetrate her with your Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up

makes fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if none will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er. Their deer to the stand of the stealer; and 'tis gold First, a very excellent good-conceited thing; alter;|| Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words Nay, sometime, bangs both thief and true man :

thief; to it,-and then let her consider.


Can it not do, and undo? I will make
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

One of her women lawyer to me; for
And Phabus 'gins arise,

I yet not understand the case myself.
His steeds to water at those springs

By your leave

(Knocks. On chalic'd, flowers that lies ;

Enter a Lady.
And winking Mary-buds begin

Lady. Who's there, that knocks?
To ope their golden eyes ;


A gentleman. With every thing that pretty bin:


No more?
My lady sweet, arise ;

Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
Arise, arise.


That's more So, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider | Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours, your music the better :? if it do not, it is a vice in Can justly boast of: What's your lordship's pleaher ears, which horse-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the

voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend. Clo. Your lady's person : Is she ready?

(Exeunt Musicians.

Enter Cymbeline and Queen.

To keep her chamber.

Clo. There's gold for you ; sell me your good 2 Lord. Here comes the king.

report. Clo. I am glad, I was up so late ; for that's the Lady. How! my good name ? or to report of you reason I was up so early: He cannot choose but What shall think is good ?—The princesstake this service I have done, fatherly.—Good mor

Enter Imogen. row to your majesty, and to my gracious mother. Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern Clo. Good morrow, fairest sister : Your sweet daughter?

hand. Will she not forth?

Imo. Good morrow, sir: You lay out too much Clo. I have assailed ber with music, but she pains vouchsafes no notice.

For purchasing but trouble: the thanks 1 give, Cym. The exile of her minion is too new ; Is telling you that I am poor of thanks, She hath not yet forgot him: some more time And scarce can spare them. Must wear the print of his remembrance out, Clo.

Still, I swear, I love you. And then she's yours.

Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: Queen. You are most bound to the king ;| If you swear still, your recompense is still Who lets go by no vantages, that may

That I regard it not. Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself C'lo.

This is no answer. To orderly solicits ; and be friended

Imo. But that you shall not say I yield, being With aptness of the season :3 make denials

silent, Increase your services : so seem, as if

I would not speak. I pray you, spare me : i'faith, You were inspir'd to do those duties which I shall unfold equal discourtesy You tender to her; that you in all obey her, To your best kindness; one of your great knowing Save when command to your dismission tends, Should learn, being taught, forbearance. And therein you are senseless.

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

Senseless ? not so I will not.

Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
Enter a Messenger.


Do you call me fool?
Mess. So like you, sir, embassadors from Rome ; Imo. As I am mad, I do:
The one is Caius Lucius.

If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
Сут. .
A worthy fellow,

(3) With solicitations not only proper, but well. (1) Cups. (2) Will pay you more for it. Itimed.

VOL. 11.


That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir, To win the king, as I am bold, her honour
You put me to forget a lady's manners,

Will remain hers.
By being so verbal :1 and learn now, for all,

Phi. What means do you make to him? That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce, Post. Not any; but abide the change of time; By the very truth of it, I care not for you; Quake in the present winter's state, and wish And am so near the lack of charity

That warmer days would come: In these fear'a (To accuse myself,) I hate you : which I had rather hopes, You felt, than make't my boast.

I barely gratif, your love; they failing, Clo.

You sin against I must die much your debtor. Obedience, which you owe your father. For Phi. Your

very goodness, and your company, The contract you pretend with that base wretch, ||O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king (One, bred of alms, and foster'd with cold dishes, Hath heard of great Augustus : Caius Lucius With scraps o'the court,) it is no contract, none : Will do his commission throughly: And, I think, And though it be allow'd in meaner parties, He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages, (Yet who, than he, more mean?) to knit their souls Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance On whom there is no more dependency Is yet fresh in their grief. But brats and beggary) in self-figur'd knot ;?


I do believe
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by (Statists though I am none, nor like to be,).

The consequence o'the crown; and must not soil That this will prove a war; and you shall hear
The precious note of it with a base slave, The legions, now in Gallia, sooner landed
A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,

In our not-fearing Britain, than have tidings
A pantler, not so eminent.

of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen Imo.

Profane fellow! Are men more order'd, than when Julius Cæsar Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more,

Smild at their lack of skill, but found their courage
But what thou art, besides, thou wert too base Worthy his frowning at: Their discipline
To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough, (Now mingled with their courages) will make known
Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made To their approvers, they are people, such
Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd That mend upon the world.
The under-bangman of his kingdom; and hated

Enter Iachimo.
For being preferr'd so well.
The south fog rot him! Phi.

See ! Iachimo?
Imo. He never can meet more mischance, than Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land ·

And winds of all the corners kíss'd your sails, To be but nam'd of thee. His meanest garment, || To make your vessel nimble. That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer, Phi.

Welcome, sir. In my respect, than all the bairs above thee, Post. I hope, the briefness of your answer made Were they all made such men.-How now, Pisanio? || The speediness of your return.


Your lady
Enter Pisanio.

Is one the fairest that I have look'd upon.
Clo. His garment? Now, the devil-

Post. And, therewithal, the best ; or let her Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently :

beauty Clo. His garment?

Look through a casement to allure false hearts, Imo. I am spritedwith a fool;

And be false with them.

lach. Frighted, and anger'd worse : --Go, bid my woman

Here are letters for you. Search for a jewel, that too casually

Post. Their tenor good, I trust. Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: 'shrew me,


'Tis very like. If I would lose it for a revenue

Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court, Of any king's in Europe. I do think,

When you were there? I saw't this morning : confident I am,


He was expected then, Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it: But not approach'd.

Post I hope, it be not gone, to tell my lord

All is well yet. That I kiss aught but he.

Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not Pis. 'Twill not be lost.

Too dull for your good wearing ?

If I have lost it
Imo. I hope so : go, and search. (Erit Pis.
You have abus'd me :

I should have lost the worth of it in gold.
His meanest garment?

I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy
Ay; I said so, sir.

A second night of such sweet shortness, which
If you will make't an action, call witness to't. Was mine in Britain ; for the ring is won.
Clo. I will inform your father.

Post. The stone's ton hard to come by.

Your mother too:

Not a whit, She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,

Your lady being so easy. But the worst of me. So I leave you, sir,


Make not, sir, To the worst of discontent.

(Exit. Your loss your sport: I hope, you know that we Clo.

I'll be reveng'd:

Must not continue friends.
His meanest garment?-Well.


Good sir, we must,

If you keep covenant : Had I not brought SCENE IV.–Rome. An apartment in Philario's || The knowledge of your mistress home, 1 grant house. Enter Posthumus and Philario. We were to question further : but I now

Profess myself the winner of her honour, Post. Fear it not, sir: I would, I were so sure Together with your ring : and not the wronger

Of her, or you, having proceeded but (1) So verbose, so full of talk. (2) In knots of their own tying.

(4) Haunted. (5) Statesman. (3) A low fellow, only fit to wear a livery. (6) To those who try them.



By both your wills.

Where there is beauty ; truth, where semblance: If you can make't apparent

love, That you have tasted her in bed, my hand, Where there's another man: The vows of women And ring, is yours : If not, the foul opinion Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, You had of her pure honour, gains, or loses, Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing :Your sword, or mine ; or masterless leaves both O, above measure, false! To who shall find them.


Have patience, sir, lach.

Sir, my circumstances, And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won : Being so near the truth, as I will make them, It may be probable, she lost it; or, Must first induce you to believe: whose strength Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, I will confirm with oath ; which, I doubt not, Hath stolen it from her? You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find Post.

Very true; You need it not.

And so, I hope, he came by't:--Back my ring ;Post. Proceed.

Render to me some corporal sign about her, lach.

First, her bed-chamber More evident than this; for this was stolen. (Where, I confess, I slept not; but, profess, Iach. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm. Had that was well worth watching,) it was hang'd Post. Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears. With tapestry of silk and silver; the story, 'Tis true ;-nay, keep the ring—'lis true: I am Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,

sure, And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for She would not lose it: her attendants are The press of boats, or pride : A piece of work All sworn and honourable :- They induc'd to So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive

steal it? In workmanship, and value ; which, I wonder'd, And by a stranger?—No, he hath enjoy'd her: Could be so rarely and exactly wrought, The cognizance of her incontinency Since the true life on't was

Is this,-she hath bought the name of whore thus Post.

This is true;

dearly.And this you might have heard of here, by me, There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell Or by some other.

Divide themselves between you ! lach. More particulars


Sir, be patient: Must justify my knowledge.

This is not strong enough to be believ'd Post.

So they must,

Of one persuaded well of — Or do your hononr injury.

Never talk on't; lach.

The chimney She hath been colted by him. Is south the chamber; and the chimney-piece, lach.

If you seek Chaste Dian, bathing : never saw I figures For further satisfying, under her breast So likely to report themselves: the cutter (Worthy the pressing,) lies a mole, right proud Was as another Nature, dumb; outwent her, of that most delicate lodging : by my life, Motion and breath left out.

I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger Post.

This is a thing, To feed again, though full." You do remember Which you might from relation likewise reap; This stain upon her? Being, as it is, much spoke of.


Ay, and it doth confirm lach.

The roof o'the chamber Another stain, as big as hell can hold, With golden cherubins is fretted: Her andirons Were there no more but it. (I had forgot them,) were two winking Cupids Iach.

Will you hear more? or silver, each on one foot standing, nicely Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the Depending on their brands. Post.

This is her honour!- Once, and a million ! Let it be granted, you have seen all this (and Iach.

I'll be sworn, praise


No swearing.
Be given to your remembrance,) the description If you will swear you have not done't, you lie;
Of what is in her chamber, nothing saves And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny
The wager you have laid.

Thou hast made me cuckold.
Then if you can,

I will deny nothing. (Pulling out the bracelet. Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limbBe pale; I beg but leave to air this jewel : See!

meal! And now 'tis up again : It must be married I will go there, and do't; i'the court; before To that your diamond; I'll keep them. Her father :-I'll do something

(Exit. Post. Jove! Phi.

Quite beside Once more let me behold it: Is it that

The government of patience !-You have won : Which I left with her?

Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath lach.

Sir (I thank her,) that: He hath against himself. She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; Iach.

With all my heart. Her pretty action did outsell her gift,

(Exeunt And yet enrich'd it too: She gave it me, and said, SCENE V.-The same. Another room in the She priz'd it once.

same. Enter Posthumus. Post.

May be, she pluck'd it off, To send it me.

Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women lach. She writes so to you? doth she? Must be half workers? We are bastards all; Post. O, no, no, no; 'tis true. Here, take this || And that most venerable man, which I

(Gives the ring. || Did call my father, was I know not where It is a basilisk unto mine eye,

When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools Kills me to look on't :-Let there be no honour, Made me a counterfeit : Yet my mother seem'd (1) Torches in the hands of Cupids.

(2) The badge; the token.





The Dean of that time : so doth my wife From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping
The nonpareil of this.--O vengeance, vengeance ! || (Poor ignorant baubles !) on our terrible seas,
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd, Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with As easily 'gainst our rocks : for joy whereof,
A pudencyl so rosy, the sweet view on't

The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at point Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought||(o, gigleta fortune !) to master Cæsar's sword,

Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright, As chaste as unsunn'd snow :

:-0, all the devils ! And Britons strut with courage. This yellow lachimo, in an hour,-was't not?- Clo. Come, there's no more tribute to be paid : Or less,-at first: Perchance he spoke not; but, Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, and, as I said, there is no more such Cæsars: other Cry'd, oh! and mounted : found no opposition of them may have crooked noses; but, to owe such But what he look'd for should oppose, and she straight arms, none. Should from encounter guard. Could I find out Cym. Son, let your mother end. The woman's part in me! For there's no motion Cío. We have yet many among us can gripe as That tends to vice in man, but I affirm

hard as Cassibelan : I do not say, I am one; but It is the woman's part: Be it lying, note it, I have a hand.—Why tribute? why should we pay The woman's; Aattering, hers; deceiving, hers;

tribute? If Caesar can hide the sun from us with a Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay Nice longings, slanders, mutability,

him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray All faults that may be nam'd, nay that hell knows, || you now. Why, hers, in part, or all ; but, rather, all : Cym. You must know, For ev'n to vice

Till the injurious Romans did extort They are not constant, but are changing still This tribute from us, we were free: Cæsar's amOne vice, but of a minute old, for one Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, (Which swell'd so much, that it did almost stretch Detest them, curse them :-Yet 'tis greater skill The sides o'the world,) against all colour, here In a true hate, to pray they have their will : Did put the yoke upon us; which to shake off, The very devils cannot plague them better. [Exit

. Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon

Ourselves to be. We do say then to Cæsar,
Our ancestor was that Mulmutius, which
Ordain'd our laws; (whose use the sword of Cæsar

Hath too much mangled; whose repair, and fran


Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, SCENE I.—Britain. A room of state in Cym-|| Though Rome be therefore angry ;) Mulmutius,

beline's palace. Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Člo- Who was the first of Britain, which did put
ten, and Lords, at one door ; and at another, || His brows within a golden crown, and call'd
Caius Lucius, and Attendants.

Himself a king

I am sorry, Cymbeline, Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cæsar That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar with us?

(Cæsar, that hath more kings his servants, thar Luc. When Julius Cæsar (whose remembrance Thyself domestic officers,) thine enemy: yet

Receive it from me, then War, and confusion, Live's in men's eyes; and will to ears, and tongues, In Cæsar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee : look Be theme, and hearing ever,) was in this Britain, For fury not to be resisted :-Thus defied, And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, I thank thee for myself. (Famous in Cæsar's praises, no whit less


Thou art welcome, Cajus. Than in his feats deserving it,) for him,

Thy Cæsar knighted me; my youth I spent And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, Much under him; of him I gather'd honour; Yearly three thousand pounds; which by thee Which he, to seek of me again, perforce, lately

Behoves me keep at utterance ;3 I am perfect, 4 Is left untender'd.

That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for Queen.

And, to kill the marvel, Their liberties, are now in arms: a precedent Shall be so ever.

Which not to read, would show the Britons cold : Clo.

There be many Cæsars, So Cæsar shall not find them. Ere such another Julius. Britain is


Let proof speak. A world by itself; and we will nothing pay, Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make For wearing our own noses.

pastime with us a day, or two, longer: If you seek Queen.

That opportunity, us afterwards in other terms, you shall find us in Which then they had to take from us, to resume our salt-water girdle: if you beat us out of it, it is We have again.—Remember, sir, my liege, yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall The kings your ancestors; together with fare the better for you ; and there's an end. The natural bravery of your isle; which stands Luc. So, sir. As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in

Сут. . know your master's pleasure, and he With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters; With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats, || All the remain is, welcome.

(Exeunt. But suck them up to the top-mast. A kind of con- SCENE II.Another room in the same. Enter

quest Cæsar made here; but made not here his brag,

Pisanio. Of, came, and saw, and overcame : with shame Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write you not (The first that ever touch'd him, he was carried What monster's her accuser?-Leonatus!


(1) Modesty,

(2) Strumpet.

(3) Extremity of defiance. (4) Well informed

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