1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath To Cymbeline perform'd: Then Jupiter, thou king of gods, Why hast thou thus adjourn'd The graces for his merits due; Being all to dolours turn'd? Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out; Upon a valiant race, thy harsh And potent injuries: Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good, Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion; help! To the shining synod of the rest, 2 Bro. Help, Jupiter; or we appeal, JUPITER descends in Thunder and Lightning, sitting upon an Eagle; he throws a Thunder-bolt. The Ghosts fall on their knees. Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region low, Offend our hearing; hush! - How dare you ghosts, Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt you know, Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts? Poor shadows of Elysium, hence; and rest Upon your never-withering banks of flowers: Be not with mortal accidents opprest; No care of yours it is; you know, 'tis ours. Whom best I love, I cross; to make my gift, The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift: His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade! He shall be lord of lady Imogen, And happier much by his affliction made. This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine; And so, away: no further with your din Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline. [Ascends. Sici. He came in thunder; his celestial breath Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle Stoop'd, as to foot us: 7) his ascension is More sweet than our bless'd fields: his royal bird Prunes the immortal wing, and cloys his beak, As when his god is pleas'd. All. Thanks, Jupiter! Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd His radiant roof: Away! and, to be blest, Let us with care perform his great behest. [Ghosts vanish. Post. [Waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot A father to me: and thou hast created Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, As good as promise. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. 'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen Tongue, and brain not: either both, or nothing: Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such As sense cannot untie. Be what it is, The action of my life is like it, which I'll keep, if but for sympathy. Re-enter Gaolers. Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death? Post. Over-roasted rather: ready long ago. Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cooked. Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot. Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir: But the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills; which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid too much; 1) purse and brain both empty: the brain the heavier for being too light, the purse too light, being drawn of heaviness: 19) O! of this contradiction you shall now be quit. O, the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters; so the acquittance follows. Post. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache: But a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, he would change places with his officer: for, look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go. Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow. Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then; I have not seen him so pictured: you must either be directed by some that take upon them to know; or take upon yourself that, which I am sure you do not know; or jump the after-enquiry 20) on your own peril: and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll never return to tell one. Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such as wink, and will not use them. Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes, to see the way of blindness! I am sure, hanging's the way of winking. 'Pr'ythee, say. Cor. First, she confess'd she never lov'd you; only Cym. She alone knew this: And, but she spoke it dying, I would not - Is there more? Who is't can read a woman? Cym. Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! || And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all! Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and Thou_com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day en'd Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods So feat, 24) so nurse-like: let his virtue join I have surely seen him: His favour is familiar 25) to me. fore, | To say, live, boy: 26) ne'er thank thy master; live: Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to And yet, I know, thou wilt. love 23) With such integrity, she did confess Imo. He leaves me, scorns me: Briefly die their joys, Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? Wherefore ey'st him so? Cym. Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What's thy name? Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure But we saw him dead. [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; to him. Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render What's that to him? [Aside. Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that How! me? I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel: As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd (Most like a noble lord in love, and one His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring "Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my Italian fiend! lord? Cym. All that belongs to this. That paragon, thy daughter, For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, Ay, so thou dost, Ah me, most credulous fool, That all the abhorred things o'the earth amend, Be villainy less than 'twas! - O Imogen! [Striking her: she falls. O, gentlemen, help, help Mine, and your mistress: O, my lord Posthúmus! You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now: - Help, help! — Mine honour'd lady! Cym. Does the world go round? Post. How come these staggers 32) on me? Pis. Wake, my mistress! Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal joy. Pis. How fares my mistress! Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Breathe not where princes are. Cym. Pis. Lady, The tune of Imogen! It was my instant death: By accident, I slew him there. Cym. Let me end the story: Marry, the gods forefend! Gui. Gui. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did me I am sorry for thee: I thought had been my lord. That headless man Bind the offender, And take him from our presence. Bel. Stay, sir king: This man is better than the man he slew, [To the Guard. They were not born for bondage. Ours. Have at it then. Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who By leave; A banish'd traitor. What of him? he is He it is, that hath Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; Take him hence; Not too hot: The whole world shall not save him. Bel. First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, A pair of worthier sons. Cym. Arv. Ay, my good lord. Gui. Did you e'er meet? And at first meeting lov'd; Continued so, until we thought he died. Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. Cym. O rare instinct! When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgement, 37) Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in.—38) Where? how lived you? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how first met them? Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becom❜d this place, and grac'd The thankings of a king. Post. I am, sir, The soldier that did company these three In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for The purpose I then follow'd; That I was he, Speak, Iachimo: I had you down, and might Have made you finish. Iach. I am down again: [Kneeling. But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you, Which I so often owe: but, your ring first; And here the bracelet of the truest princess, That ever swore her faith. The power that I have on you, is to spare you; The malice towards you, to forgive you: Live, And deal with others better. Cym. We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law; Pardon's the word to all. Arv. Nobly doom'd; You holp us, sir, Good my lord of As you did mean indeed to be our brother; Rome, Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows 40) Philarmonus, Sooth. Here, my good lord. Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to || himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in peace and plenty. Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much: The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, [To CYMBELINE, Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer |