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Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
SCENE I.-Court before CYMBELINE'S
1 Lord. What got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl.
2 Lord. If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have ran all out. [Aside. Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths: Ha ?
2 Lord. No, my lord; nor [Aside.] crop the ears of them.
Clo. Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction? 'Would he had been one of my rank!
2 Lord. To have smelt like a fool. [Aside. Clo. I am not more vexed at any thing in the earth,-A pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am; they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my mother: every jackslave hath his belly full of fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that nobody can match.
Enter CLOTEN and two LORDS.
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 ing, 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
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'd make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour; keep unshak'd That temple, thy fair mind; that thou may'st stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord, and this great land! [Erit. SCENE II.-A Bed-chamber; in one part of it a Trunk.
Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen ?
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, aud man's o'er-labour'd sense
Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus
But kiss; one kiss !-Rubies unparagon'd,
Bows toward her; and would under-peep her lids,
To see the enclosed lights, now canopied
To note the chamber :-I will write all down :-
The adornment of her bed ;-The arras, t
A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
Why should I write this down, that's rivetted,
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 blue eius. ↑ Tapestry.
Cym. A worthy fellow,
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.
According to the honour of his sender;
Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN.
We must extend our notice.-Our dear son,
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.
Attend the queen and us; we shall have need
[Exeunt CYM. QUEEN, LORDS, and MESS.
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate
To ope their golden eyes;
I know her women are about her; What
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Sa, get you gone: If this penetrate, I will consider your music the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs, and cats-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to [Exeunt MUSICIANS. boot, can never amend.
Can it not do, and undo? I will make
2 Lord. Here comes the king.
Cle. I am glad I was up so late; for that's He cannot the reason I was up so early: done, choose but take this service I have fatherly.-Good morrow to your majesty, and to my gracious mother.
Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern
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;
Clo. Senseless? Not so.
Enter a LADY.
Lady. Who's there, that knocks?
Lady. No more ?
Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
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
Clo. Good-morrow, fairest sister: Your sweet
For purchasing but trouble: the thanks I give,
Enter a MESSENGER.
Imogen's maid has just told her mistress that it is
Clo. Still, I swear I love you.
Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with
If you swear stil!, your recompense is still
Clo. This is no answer.
Imo. But that you shall not say I yield being
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.
Imo. Fools are not mad folks.
If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
That I, which know my heart, do here pronounice,
By the very truth of it, I care not for you;
(To accuse myself) I hate you: which I had
You felt, than make't my boast.
Obedience, which you owe your father. For
(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,
Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee pre-
Clo. His garment?
Imo. I am sprighted with a fool;
Frighted, and anger'd worse:-Go, bid by my
Pis. Twill not be lost.
Imo. I hope so: go and search.
Post. Not any; but abide the change of
Quake in the present winter's state, and wish
I barely gratify your love; they failing,
Phi. Your very goodness, and your company,
She's my good lady; and will conceive, I hope,
SCENE. IV.-Rome-An Apartment in
He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearges,
Post. I do believe,
(Statist though I am none, nor like to be,)
• In knots of their own tying.
Worthy his frowning at: Their discipline
To their approvers + they are people, such
Search for a jewel, that too casually
Hath left mine arm; it was thy master's: When you were there;
Iach. Here are letters for you.
Post. Their tenour good, I trust.
Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court,
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.
Your lady being so easy.
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
Iach. If I have lost it,
Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we
Iach. Good Sir, we must,
If you keep covenant: Had I not brought
Post. If you can make't apparent
Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO.
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
You had of her pure honour, gains, or loses,
To win the king, as I am bold her honour
Your sword or mine; or masterless leaves both
Phi. What means do you make to him?
Jach. Sir, my circumstances,
Being so near the truth, as I will make them,
She priz'd it once.
Post. May be, she pluck'd it off,
To send it me.
Jach. She writes so to you? doth she?
Of no more bondage be, to where they are made, Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing:
Hath stolen it from her,
And so, I hope, he came by't:-Back my ring;
• Ornamented iron bars which support wood burned
Render to me some corporal sign about her,
'Tis true;-nay, keep the ring-'tis true; I am
She would not lose it: her attendants are
All sworn and honourable:-They induc'd to steal it!
And by a stranger ?—No, he hath enjoy'd her:
Is this, she hath bought the name of whore
This is not strong enough to be believ'd
Of one persuaded well of
Post. Never talk on't;
She hath been colted by him.
Iach. If you seek
For further satisfying, under her breast'
Post. Ay, and it doth confirm
Another stain, as big as hell can hold,
Were there no more but it.
Iach. Will you hear more ?
Post. Spare your arithmetic: never count the Once, and a million ! [turns;
Jach. I'll be sworn,
Post. No swearing.
If you will swear you have not done't, you lie ;
Post. O that I had her here, to tear her limb
I will go there, and do't; l'the court; before
The government of patience !--You have won:
Iach. With all my heart.
[Exeunt. SCENE V.-The same.-Another Room in the
Post. Is there no way for men to be, but
Must be half-workers? We are bastards all;
Made me a counterfeit: Yet my mother seem'd
O above measure false !
And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won;
Who knows if one of her women, being cor- But what he look'd for should oppose, and she
Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd,
And pray'd me, oft, forbearance: did it with
Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one,
Should from encounter guard. Could I find
The woman's part in me! For there's no mo◄
It is the woman s part: Be it lying, note it,
They are not constant, but are changing still
Cym. Now say, what would Augustus Cesar with us?
Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline,
SCENE I.-Britain.-A_Room of State in Thyself domestic officers,) thine enemy:
A world by itself; and we will nothing pay,
Queen. That opportunity
From off our coast, twice beaten; and his ship-
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.
(Which swell'd so much, that it did almost
The sides o'the world,) against all colour, here
Cym. You must know,
Till the injurious Romans did extort
Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise,
Cym. Thou art welcome, Cains.
So Cesar shall not find them.
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.
Luc. So, Sir.
Cym. I know your [master's pleasure, and be mine : All the remain is, welcome.
[Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. Enter PISANIO.
Pis. How! of adultery? Wherefore write
What monster's her accuser ?-Leonatus !
On thy too ready hearing 1-Disloyal? No:
If it be so to do good service, never
Art thou a feodary** for this act, and look'st
"Kymbeline (says Hollinshed) was brought up Rome, and there made knight by Augustus Cesar."
At the extremity of defiance. Well-informed. About Shakespeare's time, poisoning was a very common practice in Italy.
To take in a town, is to conquer it.