CYMBELINE. Cymbeline, King of Britain. PERSONS REPRESENTED. Two British Captains. Cloten, son to the Queen by a former husband. Imogen. Belarius, a banished lord, disguised under the name of Morgan. Guiderius, S sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the names of Polydore and Cadwal, supposed sons to Belarius. Arviragus, { Philario, friend to Posthumus, Iachimo, friend to Philario, Italians. A French Gentleman, friend to Philario. A Roman Captain. Two Gentlemen. Queen, wife to Cymbeline. Imogen, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen. Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Appo SCENE, sometimes in Britain; sometimes in Italy. ACT I. As he was born. The king, he takes the babe SCENE L-Britain. The Garden behind Cymbe Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber line's Palace. Enter Two Gentlemen. Puts him to all the learnings that his time 1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns our In his spring became a harvest: Liv'd in court, bloods No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers Still seem, as does the king's. 2 Gent. But what's the matter? 1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his king He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow, 2 Gent. None but the king? 1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too so is the queen, 2 Gent. And why so ? 1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a Too bad for bad report; and he that hath her, SCENE II.-The same. Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen. I will be known your advocate marry, yet Your wisdom may inform you. Post. Please your highness, You know the peril : I will from hence to-day. Queen. I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king [Brit Queen. I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing, (Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what His rage can do on me: You must be gone; Post. My queen! my mistress!- Known but by letter: thither write, my queen, Imo. No; I rather added A lustre to it. Cym. O thou vile one! Sir, Imo. It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus: A man, worth any woman; overbuys me What! art thou mad Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me! 'Would A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus [I werè Our neighbour shepherd's son! Not after our command. Away with her, Queen. 'Beseech your patience:-Peace, Nay, let her languish Queen. Enter Pisanio. [Exit Fye! you must give way: Here is your servant. How now, sir? What news? Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. Queen. No harm, I trust, is done? Ha' There might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought, By gentlemen at hand. Queen. Pray, walk a while. I pray you, speak with me you shall, at least, SCENE III.- A publick Place. 1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice: Where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent. Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift itHave I hurt him ? 2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience. [Aside. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt. 2 Lord. His steel was in debt: it went o'the backside the town. [Aside. Clo. The villain would not stand me. 2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward your face. Aside 1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but he added to your having; gave you some ground. 3 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans: Puppies! [Aside. Clo. I would, they had not come between us. Lord. So would I, till you had measured how he was then of a crescent note; expected to prove long a fool you were upon the ground. [Aside. so worthy, as since he hath been allowed the name Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and of: but I could then have looked on him without refuse me! Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. [Aside. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together: She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit. the help of admiration; though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by items. Phi. You speak of him when he was less furnished, than now he is, with that which makes him both without and within. th French. I have seen him in France: we had very [Aside. many there, could behold the sun with as firmeyes 2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her. Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there as he. had been some hurt done! 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. Clo. You'll go with us? 1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. Clo. Nay, come, let's go together. 8 Lord. Well, my lord. Iach. This matter of marrying his king's daughter, (wherein he must be weighed rather by her [Aside. value, than his own,) words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter. French. And then his banishment SCENE IV.-A Room in Cymbeline's. Palace. Enter Imogen and Pisanio. Iach. Ay, and the approbation of those, that weep [Exeunt. this lamentable divorce, under her colours, are won derfully to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment, which else an easy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar without more quality. But how comes it, he is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquaintance? Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the And question'dst every sail: if he should write, That he spake to thee? Pis. 'Twas, His queen, his queen! Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief? Imo. Senseless linen! And that was all ? And kiss'd it, madam. happier therein than in No, madam; for so long As he could make me with this eye or ear Imo. Thou should'st have made him As little as a crow, or less, ere left Madam, so I did. Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but To look upon him; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle: Pis. With his next vantage. [Pisanio, Be assur'd, madam, Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such; or I could make him The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest, and his honour; him, [swear or have charg'd At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, I am in heaven for him; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Shakes all our buds from growing. Here comes the Briton: Let him be so entertained French. Sir, we have known together in Or leans. Post. Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay still. French. Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: I was glad I did atone my countryman and you; it had been pity, you should have been put together with so mortal a purpose, as then each bore, upon importance of so slight and trivial a nature. Post. By your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller: rather shunned to go even with what I heard, than in my every action to be guided by others' experiences: but, upon my mended judg ment, (if I offend not to say it is mended,) my quarrel was not altogether slight. French. 'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrement of swords; and by such two, that would, by all likelihood, have confounded one the other, or have fallen both. Iach. Can we, with manners, ask what was the difference? French. Safely, I think: 'twas a contention in publick, which may, without contradiction, suffer the report. It was much like an argument that fell out last night, where each of us fell in praise of our country mistresses: This gentleman at that time vouching (and upon warrant of bloody affir mation) his to be more fair, virtuous, wise, chaste, constant-qualified, and less attemptible, than any the rarest of our ladies in France. Iach. That lady is not now living; or this gen tleman's opinion, by this, worn out. Post. Being so far provoked as I was in France, I would abate her nothing; though I profess myself her adorer, not her friend. Iach. As tair, and as good, (a kind of hand-inhand comparison,) had been something too fair, and too good, for any lady in in Britany, Brit If she w went before others I have seen, as that diamond of yours out-lustres many I have beheld, I could not but lieve she excelled many but I have not seen the most precious diamond that is, nor you the lady. |