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: The Yale Shakespeare \

THE TRAGEDY OF CYMBELINE

EDITED BY

SAMUEL B. HEMINGWAY

NEW HAVEN • YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS

LONDON . HUMPHREY MILFORD OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS • MCMXXIV

Copyright, 1924 Bv Yale University Prem

Printed in the United States of America

CONTENTS

The Text Notes

Appendix A. Appendix B. Appendix C. Appendix D.

Sources of the Play .

History of the Play .

The Text of the Present Edition

Suffffestions for Collateral Read-

inn

Index of Words Glossed

Page 1

135

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151

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155 157

The facsimile opposite reproduces the frontispiece to ^Cymheline^ in Rowers edition of Shakespeare {1709).

[DRAMATIS PERSONS

Cymbeline^ King of Britain

Cloten, Son to the Queen hy a former Husband

PosTHUMUS Leonatus, a Gentleman, Husband to

Imogen Belarius, a banished Lord, disguised under the name

of Morgan

GuiDERIUS

Arviragus

Sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the names of Polydore and Cadwal, sup- posed Sons to Morgan

Philario, Friend to Posthumus I ,. T -n ' J ± m 'J ' ) Italians

1 AcuiMO, rriend to Philario J

A French Gentleman, Friend to Philario

Caius Lucius, General of the Roman Forces

A Roman Captain

Two Britisli Captains

PiSANio, Servant to Posthumus

Cornelius, a Physician

Two Lords of Cymbeline's Court

Two Gentlemen of the same

Two Gaolers

Queen, Wife to Cymbeline

Imogen, Daughter to Cymbeline hy a former Queen

Helen, a Lady attending on Imogen

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, A Dutch Gentleman, A Spanish Gentleman, a Soothsayer, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messen- gers, and other Attendants Apparitions

Scene: Sometimes in Britain, sometimes in Rome'\

The Tragedy of Cymheline ACT FIRST

Scene One

[Britain. The Garden of Cymbeline's Palacel Enter two Gentlemen.

1. Gent. You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods

No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the king.

2. Gent. But what's the matter?

1. Gent. His daughter, and the heir of 's kingdom, whom 4

He purposed to his wife's sole son, — a widow

That late he married, — hath referr'd herself

Unto a poor but worthy gentleman. She's wedded;

Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all 8

Is outward sorrow, though I think the king

Be touch'd at very heart.

2. Gent. None but the king?

1. Gent. He that hath lost her too; so is the queen, That most desir'd the match ; but not a courtier, 12 Although they wear their faces to the bent

Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.

2. Gent. And why so?

1. Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing 16

1-3 our bloods . . . king; c/. n. 3 StiW: continually

5 purpos'd: intended to give in marriage

6 Tti&vr'd: committed 13 to Xh& hent-. according to the inclination

2 Tlie Tragedy of Cymheline, I, i

Too bad for bad report ; and he that hath her, —

I mean that married her, alack, good man!

And therefore bani&h'd — is a creature such

As, to seek through the regions of the earth 20

For one his like, there would be something failing

In him that should compare. I do not think

So fair an outward and such stuff within

Endows a man but he.

2. Gent. You speak him far. 24

1. Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself. Crush him together rather than unfold

His measure duly.

2. Gent. What's his name and birth ?

1. Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: his father 28 Was called Sicilius, who did join his honour Against the Romans with Cassibelan, But had his titles by Tenantius whom He serv'd with glory and admir'd success, 82

So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus ; And had, besides this gentleman in question. Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time Died with their swords in hand; for which their father — 36

Then old and fond of issue — ^took such sorrow That he quit being, and his gentle lady. Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd As he was bom. The king, he takes the babe 40

To his protection; calls him Posthumus Leonatus; Breeds him and makes him of his bedchamber; Puts to him all the learnings that his time Could make him the receiver of ; which he took, 44

22 him . . . compaie: him chosen for comparison

24 speak him far : go far in sounding his praise

25 extend him within himself; cf. n.

29 join his honour: /lonorob/y join 30,31 Cf.n.

33 sur-addition: jwrnawe 43 \.{mt: years

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, I. i 3

As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd,

And in 's spring became a harvest ; liv'd in court, —

Which rare it is to do, — most prais'd, most lov'd ;

A sample to the youngest, to the more mature 48

A glass that feated them, and to the graver

A child that guided dotards ; to his mistress.

For whom he now is banish'd, her own price

Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue; 52

By her election may be truly read

What kind of man he is.

2. Gent. I honour him.

Even out of your report. But pray you, tell me. Is she sole child to the king ?

1. Gent. His only child. 56 He had two sons, — if this be worth your hearing, Mark it, — the eldest of them at three years old,

I' the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stol'n ; and to this hour no guess in knowledge 60 Which way they went.

2. Gent. How long is this ago?

1. Gent. Some twenty years.

2. Gent. That a king's children should be so con- vey'd,

50 slackly guarded, and the search so slow, 64 That could not trace them !

1. Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange. Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at.

Yet is it true, sir.

2. Gent. I do well believe you.

1. Gent. We must forbear. Here comes the gentle- man, 68

49 feated: /ormed

51 her own price : what she is willing to pay in suffering

53 election: choice 59 svfSithing : swaddlinff

60 guess in knowledge: intelligent guess

63 convey'd: stolen 68 forbear: withdraw

4 The Tragedy of Cymheline, I, i

The queen, and princess. Exeunt.

Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen.

Queen. No, be assur'd you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most step-mothers, Evil-ey'd unto you; you're my prisoner, but 72

Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, So soon as I can win the offended king, I will be known your advocate ; marry, yet 76

The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience Your wisdom may inform you.

Post. Please your highness,

I will from hence to-day.

Queen. You know the peril : 80

I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king Hath charg'd you should not speak together. Exit.

I mo. O

Dissembling courtesy. How fine this tyrant 84

Can tickle where she wounds ! My dearest husband, 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 ; 88

And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes, not comforted to live, But that there is this jewel in the world That I may see again.

Post. My queen ! my mistress ! 92

69 S.d. ;c/. «. 71 Aiter the slander: in accord with tfie ill repute

78 lean'd: should submit 79 iniorm: teach

81 fetch a turn: take a walk 84 fine: delicately

86 something: somewhat nothing: in no way

87 Always . . , duty; cf. n.

The Tragedy of Cymheline, I, i 5

O lady^ weep no more, lest I give cause

To be suspected of more tenderness

Than doth become a man. I will remain

The loval'st husband that did e'er plight troth. 96

My residence in Rome at one Philario's,

Who to my father was a friend, to me

Known but by letter ; thither write, my queen.

And with mine eyes 111 drink the words you send, lOO

Though ink be made of gall.

Enter Queen.

Queen. Be brief, I pray you ;

If the king come, I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure. [Aside.] Yet I'll move

him To walk this way. I never do him wrong 104

But he does buy my injuries, to be friends Pays dear for my offences. [Exit.]

Post. Should we be taking leave

As long a term as yet we have to live. The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu ! 108

Imo. Nay, stay a little: Were you but riding forth to air yourself Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; This diamond was my mother's ; take it, heart ; 112 But keep it till you woo another wife. When Imogen is dead.

Post. How ! how ! another ?

You gentle gods, give me but this I have. And cere up my embracements from a next 116

With bands of death ! — Remain, remain thou here

[Putting on the ring.]

94 tenderness: sensitiveness 101 Though , . . gall; cf. n.

104-106 I never . . . offences; c/. n. 107 term: period of time

108 loathntss: reluctance 116,117 cere up . . . death; c/. n.

6 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, I. i

While sense can keep it on ! And, sweetest^ fairest.

As I my poor self did exchange for you.

To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles 120

I still win of you ; for my sake wear this ;

It is a manacle of love; I'll place it

Upon this fairest prisoner.

[Putting a bracelet on her armJ\ I mo. O the gods !

When shall we see again?

Enter Cymbeline and Lords.

Post. Alack ! the king ! 124

Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight ! If after this command thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness, thou diest. Away! Thou 'rt poison to my blood.

Post. [To Imogen^ The gods protect you 128

And bless the good remainders of the court ! I am gone. Exit.

Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death

More sharp than this is.

Cym. O disloyal thing.

That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st 132

A year's age on me.

Imo. I beseech you, sir,

Harm not yourself with your vexation ; I am senseless of your wrath ; a touch more rare Subdues all pangs, all fears.

Cym. Past grace? obedience? 136

Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.

124 see: meet 125 avoid: depart

126 fraught: burden {as of a ship)

129 remainders: f/io^e w/io r^jmiin

135 a touch more rare: o more precious emotion

The Tragedy of Cymheline, Z. i 7

Cym. That mightst have had the sole son of my queen !

Imo. O bless'd, that I might not I I chose an eagle And did avoid a puttock. 140

Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made vaj throne A seat for baseness.

Imo. No; I rather added

A lustre to it.

Cym. O thou vile one !

Imo. Sir,

It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus: 144

You bred him as my playfellow, and he is A man worth any woman, overbuys me Almost the sum he pays.

Cym. "What ! art thou mad?

Imo. Almost, sir; heaven restore me! Would I were 148

A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son !

Cym. Thou foolish thing !

Enter Queen.

They were again together: you have done

Not after our command. Away with her, 152

And pen her up.

Queen. Beseech your patience. Peace !

Dear lady daughter, peace ! Sweet sovereign. Leave us to ourselves, and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice.

Cym. ^3lj, let her languish, 156

A drop of blood a day ; and, being aged,

140 puttock: kite 146,147 overbuys me . . . pays; c/. n.

149 neat-herd's: cowherd's 156 advice: consideration

8 The Tragedy of Cymheline, I. i

Die of this folly !

Ejcit [Cymbeline with Lords^. Queen. Fie ! you must give way.

Enter Pisanio.

Here is your servant. How now, sir ! \Vhat news ?

Pis. My lord your son drew on my master.

Queen. Ka ! 160

No harm, I trust, is done ?

Pis. There might have been,

But that my master rather play'd than fought. And had no help of anger ; they were parted By gentlemen at hand.

Queen. I am very glad on 't. 164

Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part. To draw upon an exile ! O brave sir ! I would they were in Afric both together, Myself by with a needle, that I might prick 168

The goer-back. Why came you from your master ?

Pis. On his command: he would not suffer me To bring him to the haven ; left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to, 172

When 't pleas 'd you to employ me.

Queen. This hath been

Your faithful servant; I dare lay mine honour He will remain so.

Pis. I humbly thank your highness.

Queen. Pray, walk awhile.

Imo. [To Pisanio.] About some half-hour hence, 176 I pray you, speak with me. You shall at least Go see my lord aboard ; for this time leave me.

Exeunt.

171 bring: escort 176 walk: withdraw

The Tragedy of Cymbelinej I, ii »

Scene Two

[The Same] Enter Cloten and two Lords,

1. Lord. SiTj 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 4 you vent.

Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?

2. Lord. [Aside.] No faith; not so much as 8 his patience.

1. Lord. Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass if he be not hurt; it is a throughfare for steel if it be not hurt. 12

2. Lord. [Aside.] His steel was in debt; it went o' the backside the town.

Clo. The villain would not stand me. 2. Lord. [Aside.] No; but he fled forward 16 still, toward your face.

1. Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own; but he added to your having, gave you some ground. 20

2. Lord. [Aside.] As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies !

Clo. I would they had not come between us. 24

2. Lord. [Aside.] So would I; till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.

1 shift: change 2 reek: steam

10 passable: affording passage 11 throughfare: thoroughfare

13, 14 Cf. n. 15 stand: withstand

10 The Tragedy of Cymheline, I. Hi

Clo. And that she should love this fellow and 28 refuse me !

2. Lord. [Aside."] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.

1. Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her 32 beauty and her brain go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.

2. Lord. [Aside.'] She shines not upon fools, 36 lest the reflection should hurt her.

Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done !

2. Lord. [Aside.] I wish not so; unless it 40 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. 44 Clo. Nay, come, let's go together.

2. Lord. Well, my lord. Exeunt.

Scene Three

[The Same] Enter Imogen and Pisanio.

Imo. 1 would thou grew'st unto the shores of the haven. And question'dst every sail : if he should write, And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost. As off'er'd mercy is. What was the last 4

That he spake to thee ?

Pis. It was his queen, his queen !

34 a good sign: fair to look at 36, 37 Cf. n.

4 As offer'd mercy is; cf. n

The Tragedy of Cymheline, I, in ii

Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief?

Pis. And kiss'd it^ madam.

Imo. Senseless linen, happier therein than I ! And that was all ?

Pis. No, madam; for so long 8

As he could make me with tliis eye or ear Distinguish him from others, he did keep The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mind 12

Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on. How swift his ship.

Imo. Thou shouldst have made him

As little as a crow, or less, ere left To after-eve him.

Pis. Madam, so I did. 16

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. Nay, follow'd him till he had melted from 20

The smallness of a gnat to air, and then Have turn'd mine eye, and wept. But, good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him }

Pis. Be assur'd, madam,

With his next vantage. 24

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 swear 28 The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour, or have charg'd him. At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,

15 \^it: ceased 16 aiter-eye: gaze after

17 Cf.n. 18,19 diminution . . . S'pact: diminution due to space

24 vantage: opportunity

12 The Tragedy of Cymheline, I. iv

To encounter me with orisons^ for then 32

I am in heaven for him ; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And like the tyrannous breathing of the north 36

Shakes all our buds from growing.

Enter a Lady.

Lady. The queen, madam,

Desires your highness' company.

Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd.

1 will attend the queen. 40

Pis. Madam, I shall. Exeunt.

Scene* Four [Rome. A Room in Philario's House^

Enter Philario, lachimo, a Frenchman, a Dutchman, and a Spaniard.

lach. Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain; he was then of a crescent note, ex- pected to prove so worthy as since he hath been allowed the name of; but I could then have 4 looked on him without the help of admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items. 8

Phi. You speak of him when he was less furnished than now he is with that which makes him both without and within.

32 encounter: m^^f orisons', prayers _ 34-37 Cf.n.

35 charming: having in them a charm to preserve him

2 crescent note: growing reputation

5 admiration : wonder 7 tabled : set down in a list

10 furnished: equipped makes: establishes

The Tragedy of Cymheliney I, iv 13

French. I have seen him in France: we had 12 very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.

lack. This matter o£ marrying his king's daughter, — wherein he must be weighed rather 16 by her value than his own. — words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.

French. And then, his banishment.

lach. Ay, and the approbation of those that 20 weep this lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment, which else an easy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar without less 24 quality. But how comes it, he is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquaintance?

Phi. His father and I were soldiers together; to whom I have been often bound for no less 28 than my life. Here comes the Briton: let him be so entertained amongst you as suits, with gentlemen of your knowing, to a stranger of his quality. 32

Enter Posthumus.

I beseech you all, be better known to this gentle- man, whom I commend to you, as a noble friend of mine ; how worthy he is I will leave to appear hereafter, rather than story him in his own 36 hearing.

French. Sir, we have known together in Orleans.

Post. Since when I have been debtor to you 46

13,14 Cf.n. 17.18 words him . . . matter; c/. n.

20-22 the approbation , . . extend him; c/. ti.

24, 25 without less quality: ivith so little rank 30 suits: accords

31 knowing: experience 36 story: tell the story of

38 known together : known each other

i^ The Tragedy of Cymheline, I, iv

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 ; 44 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. 48

Post. By your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller ; rather shunned to go even with what I heard than in lay every action to be guided by others' experiences ; but, upon my mended j udg- 52 ment, — if I offend not to say it is mended, — my quarrel was not altogether slight.

French. Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitre- ment of swords, and by such two that would by 56 all likelihood have confounded one the other, or have fallen both.

lach. Can we, with manners, ask what was the difference? 60

French. Safely, I think. 'Twas a contention in public, which may, without contradiction, suffer the report. It was much like an argument that fell out last night, where each of us fell 64 in praise of our country mistresses; this gentle- man at that time vouching — and upon warrant of bloody affirmation — his to be more fair, vir- tuous, wise, chaste, constant-qualified, and less 68 attemptable, than any the rarest of our ladies in France.

41 ever to pay: ever under obligation to pay 44 atone: reconcile

47 importance: matter 50-52 rather . . . experiences; cf. n.

57 confounded: destroyed 62, 63 which . . . report; cf. n.

65 country mistresses: ladies of our own countries 66, 67 upon . . . affirmation; cf. n.

68 constant-qualified: endowed with constancy

69 attemptable : liable to seduction

Tlie Tragedy of Cymheline, I. iv 15

lack. That lady is not now living, or this gentleman's opinion by this worn out. 72

Post. She holds her virtue still and I my mind.

lack. You must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of Italy. 76

Post. Being so far provoked as I was in France, I would abate her nothing, though I profess myself her adorer, not her friend.

lack. As fair and as good — a kind of hand- 80 in-hand comparison — had been something too fair and too good for any lady in Britain. If she went before others I have seen, as that diamond of yours outlustres many I have beheld, I could 84 not but believe she excelled many; but I have not seen the most precious diamond that is, nor you the lady.

Post. I praised her as I rated her ; so do I 88 my stone.

lach. What do you esteem it at?

Post. More than the world enjoys.

lack. Either your unparagoned mistress is 92 dead, or she's outprized by a trifle.

Post. You are mistaken; the one may be sold, or given; or if there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit for the gift ; the other 96 is not a thing for sale, and only the gift of the gods.

lack. Which the gods have given you?

Post. Which, by their graces, I will keep. 100

lach. You may wear her in title yours, but, you know, strange fowl light upon neighbouring

78 abate: depreciate 80 hand-in-hand: ^9«o/

88 rated her: estimated her value 91 enjoys: possesses

9S, 96 or . . .or: either . . . or

16 The Tragedy of Cymheline, I, iv

ponds. Your ring may be stolen, too; so your brace of unprizeable estimations, the one is but 104 frail and the other casual; a cunning thief, or a that way accomplished courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last.

Post. Your Italy contains none so accom- 108 plished a courtier to convince the honour of my mistress, if, in the holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do nothing doubt you have store of thieves ; notwithstanding I fear not my 112 ring.

Phi. Let us leave here, gentlemen.

Post. Sir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I thank him, makes no stranger of me ; 116 we are familiar at first.

lack. With five times so much conversation I should get ground of your fair mistress, make her go back, even to the yielding, had I admit- 120 tance and opportunity to friend.

Post. No, no.

lach. I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to your ring, which, in my opinion, 124 o'ervalues it something; but I make my wager rather against your confidence than her repu- tation; and, to bar your offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any lady in the world. 128

Post. You are a great deal abused in too bold a persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're worthy of by your attempt.

lack. What's that? 132

104 hrsice'. pair 105 casual: subject to chance

109 convince: congM^r 112 iearnot: fearnot far

114 leave here: stop at this point

117 familiar at first: friends from the beginning

123 moiety : half 129 abused: deceived

130 persuasion: belief

The Tragedy of Cymheline, I. iv i7

Post. A repulse; though your attempt, as you call it, deserves more, — a punishment too.

Phi. Gentlemen, enough of this; it came in too suddenly; let it die as it was born, and, I 136 pray you, be better acquainted.

lach. Would I had put my estate and my neighbour's on the approbation of what I have spoke ! 140

Post. What lady would you choose to assail .f*

lach. Yours; whom in constancy you think stands so safe. I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring, that, commend me to the 144 court where your lady is, with no more ad- vantage than the opportunity of a second conference, and I will bring from thence that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved. 148

Post. I will wage, against your gold, gold to it: my ring I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it.

lach. You are a friend, and therein the wiser. If you buy ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you 152 cannot preserve it from tainting. But I see you have some religion in you, that you fear.

Post. This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a graver purpose, I hope. 156

lach. I am the master of my speeches, and would undergo what's spoken, I swear.

Post. Will you.'' I shall but lend my diamond till your return. Let there be covenants drawn 160 between 's : my mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your unworthy thinking; I dare you to this match. Here's my ring.

Phi. I will have it no lay. 164

139 approbation: confirmation 149 wage: uager

151 a friend; c/. n. 155 custom . . . tongut: manner of speech

158 undergo: maintain 164 lay: wager

^8 The Tragedy of Cymheline, Z. iv

lack. By the gods, it is one. If I bring you no sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats are yours ; so is your diamond 168 too: if I come off, and leave her in such honour as you have trust in, she your jewel, this your j ewel, and my gold are yours ; provided I have your commendation for my more free entertain- 172 ment.

Post. I embrace these conditions; let us have articles betwixt us. Only, thus far you shall answer : if you make your voyage upon 176 her and give me directly to understand you have prevailed, I am no further your enemy; she is not worth our debate: if she remain un- seduced, — ^you not making it appear otherwise, — 180 for your ill opinion, and the assault you have made to her chastity, you shall answer me with your sword.

lack. Your hand ; a covenant. We will have 184 these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. I will fetch my gold and have our two wagers recorded. 188

Post. Agreed.

[Exeunt Posthumus and lachimo.]

French. Will this hold, think you?

Phi. Signior lachimo will not from it. Pray, let us follow 'em. Exeunt, 192

171-173 provided . . . entertainment; c/. n.

175 articles: written agreements 187 starve: die of cold

The Tragedy of Cymheline, I.v ^^

Scene Five

[Britain. Cymheline's Palace'] Enter Queen, Ladies, and Cornelius.

Queen. Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers: Make haste; who has the note of them?

1. Lady. I, madam.

Queen. Dispatch. Exeunt Ladies.

Now, Master doctor, have you brought those drugs ? 4

Cor. Pleaseth your highness, ay; here they are, madam: [Presenting a small hox.~\

But I beseech your Grace, without offence, — My conscience bids me ask, — wherefore you have Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds, 8 Which are the movers of a languishing death, But though slow, deadly ?

Queen. I wonder, doctor.

Thou ask'st me such a question : have I not been Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how 12 To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections ? Having thus far proceeded, — Unless thou think'st me devilish, — is 't not meet 16 That I did amplify my judgment in Other conclusions ? I will try the forces Of these thy compounds on such creatures as We count not worth the hanging, — but none human, — To try the vigour of them and apply 21

Allayments to their act, and by them gather Their several virtues and effects.

Cor. Your highness

2 note oi: directions concerning 12 \tam' A: taught

18 conclusions; experiments 21 vigour: power

20 The Tragedy of CymheUne, I, v

Shall from this practice but make hard your heart; 24 Besides, the seeing these effects will be Both noisome and infectious.

Queen. O ! content thee.

Enter Pisanio.

[Aside.] Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him Will I first work: he's for his master, 28

And enemy to my son. How now, Pisanio ! Doctor, your service for this time is ended; Take your own way.

Cor. [Aside. 1 I do suspect you, madam;

But you shall do no harm.

Queen. [To Pisanin.l Hark thee, a word. 32

Cor. [Aside.] I do not like her. She doth think she has Strange lingering poisons ; I do know her spirit. And will not trust one of her malice with A drug of such damn'd nature. Those she has 36

Will stupefy and dull the sense awhile; Which first, perchance, she'll prove on cats and dogs. Then afterward up higher ; but there is No danger in what show of death it makes, 40

More than the locking-up the spirits a time. To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd With a most false effect ; and I the truer. So to be false with her.

Queen. No further service, doctor, 44

Until I send for thee.

Cor. I humbly take my leave. Ejeit.

Queen. Weeps she still, sayst thou.^ Dost thou think in time

26 content thee: do not worry 38 prove: f^^f

40 show: appearance 43 effect: outward manifestation

The Tragedy of Cymheline, I,v 21

She will not quench^ and let instructions enter

Where follv now possesses? Do thou work: 48

When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son,

I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then

As great as is thy master ; greater, for

His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name 52

Is at last gasp ; return he cannot, nor

Continue where he is ; to shift his being

Is to exchange one misery with another.

And every day that comes comes to decay 56

A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect,

To be depender on a thing that leans.

Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends.

So much as but to prop him.^

[The Queen drops the box; Pisanio taJces it iip.'\

Thou tak'st up 60

Thou know'st not what ; but take it for thy labour : It is a thing I made, which hath the king Five times redeem'd from death; I do not know What is more cordial: nay, I prithee, take it; 64

It is an earnest of a further good That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her; do 't as from thyself. Think what a change thou chancest on, but think 68 Thou hast thy mistress still, to boot, my son. Who shall take notice of thee. I'll move the king To any shape of thy preferment such As thou'lt desire ; and then myself, I chiefly, 72

That set thee on to this desert, am bound To load thy merit richly. Call my women ; Think on my words. Exit Pisanio.

A sly and constant knave,

47 quench: coo/ Joa-n 54 shift . . . being: c/ia«^^ . . . abode

56 deczy: destroy 58 Cf. >i. 64 cordial : rrTKino

65 ea.Tntsl: first payment to bind a bargain 69 to hoot: in addition

22 The Tragedy of Cymheline, I. vi

Not to be shak'd; the agent for his master^ 76

And the remembrancer of her to hold

The hand-fast to her lord. I have given him that

Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her

Of liegers for her sweet, and which she after, 80

Except she bend her humour, shall be assur'd

To taste of too.

Enter Pisanio and Ladies.

So, so ; — well done, well done. The violets, cowslips, and the primroses Bear to my closet. Fare thee well, Pisanio: 84

Think on my words.

Exeunt Queen and Ladies, Pis. And shall do:

But when to my good lord I prove untrue, I'll choke myself; there's all I'll do for you. Exit.

Scene Six [The Same^

Enter Imogen alone.

Imo, A father cruel, and a step-dame false; A foolish suitor to a wedded lady. That hath her husband banish'd : O ! that husband, My supreme crown of grief ! and those repeated 4

Vexations of it ! Had I been thief-stol'n. As my two brothers, happy ! but most miserable Is the desire that's glorious: bless'd be those. How mean so'er, that have their honest wills, 8

Which seasons comfort. Who may this be } Fie !

77 remembrancer: rewinii^r 78 h&nd-i^st: marriage contract

80 liegers: ambassadors sweet: lover

81 bend her humour: change her inclination 6-9 most miserable . . . comfort; cf. n.

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, I. vi 23

Enter Pisanio and lachimo.

Pis. Madam^ a noble gentleman of Rome, Comes from my lord with letters.

lack. Change you, madam ?

The worthy Leonatus is in safety, 12

And greets your highness dearly.

[^Presents a letter.']

Imo. Thanks, good sir.

You are kindly welcome.

lach. [Aside.'] All of her that is out of door most rich! If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare, 16

She is alone the Arabian bird, and I Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend ! Arm me, audacity, from head to foot ! Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight; 20

Rather, directly fly.

Imo. reads: 'He is one of the noblest note, to

whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect

upon him accordingly, as you value your trust. 24

Leonatus.' So far I read aloud; But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully. 28

You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I Have words to bid you ; and shall find it so In all that I can do.

lach. Thanks, fairest lady.

What ! are men mad.^ Hath nature given them eyes 32 To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop

11 Change you: do you change color?

15 out of door: outwardly visible

17 alone: without rival Arabian bird: phanix

20 Parthian; cf. n.

24 The Tragedy Of Cymbeline, I, v

Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt

The fiery orbs above and the twinn'd stones

Upon the number'd beach? and can we not 3

Partition make with spectacles so precious

'Twixt fair and foul?

Imo. What makes your admiration

lach. It cannot be i' the eye, for apes and monkey 'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and 4 Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judgment. For idiots in this case of favour would Be wisely definite; nor i' the appetite, — Sluttery to such neat excellence oppos'd 4

Should make desire vomit emptiness. Not so allur'd to feed.

Imo. What is the matter, trow ?

lack. The cloyed will,—

That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub 4

Both fill'd and running, — ravening first the lamb, Longs after for the garbage.

Imo. What, dear sir,

Thus raps you ? are you well ?

lack. Thanks, madam, wel

[To Pisanio.'] Beseech you, sir, 5

Desire my man's abode where I did leave him; He's strange and peevish.

Pis. I was going, sir,

To give him welcome. Exh

Imo. Continues well my lord? His health, beseec you ? 5

lach. Well, madam.

34-38 which . . . foul; c/. «. 38 makes: caust

41 mows: grimaces 42 favour: beaut

43 de^nite: free from hesitation 44-46 Cf.i

47 trow: I wonder 49 ravening: ravenously devourin

50 after: afterwards 51 raps: transpon

53 Desire . . . abode: ask my man to remain

54 strange : a stranger

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, J. vi 25

Imo. Is he dispos'd to mirth? I hope he is.

lach. Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome : he is called 60

The Briton reveller.

Imo. When he was here

He did incline to sadness, and oft-times Not knowing whj.

lach. I never saw him sad.

There is a Frenchman his companion, one, 64

An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves A Gallian girl at home ; he furnaces The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly Briton — Your lord, I mean — laughs from 's free lungs, cries, *0! 68

Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knows By history, report, or his own proof. What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose But must be, will his free hours languish for 72

Assured bondage.'*'

Imo. Will my lord say so ?

lach. A.J, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter : It is a recreation to be by

And hear him mock the Frenchman; but, heavens know, 76

Some men are much to blame.

Imo. Not he, I hope.

lach. Not he; but yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much ; In you, — which I account his beyond all talents, — 80 Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound

62 s^dntss'. seriousness 63 S2i6.: serious

66 furnaces : exhales as from a furnace 70 prooi: experience

79 'tis much: i.e. heaven's bounty is great 80 talents: treasures

26 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, I, vi

To pity too.

I mo. What do you pity, sir ?

Ictch. Two creatures, heartily.

Imo. Am I one, sir?

You look on me : what wrack discern you in me 84

Deserves your pity?

lack. Lamentable ! What !

To hide me from the radiant sun and solace I' the dungeon by a snuff !

Imo. I pray you, sir.

Deliver with more openness your answers 88

To my demands. Why do you pity me ?

lack. That others do, I was about to say, enjoy your — But It is an office of the gods to venge it, 92

Not mine to speak on 't.

Imo. You do seem to know

Something of me, or what concerns me ; pray you, — Since doubting things go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do ; for certainties 96

Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing, The remedy then born, — discover to me What both you spur and stop.

lack. Had I this cheek

To bathe my lips upon ; this hand, whose touch, 100 Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul To the oath of loyalty ; this obj ect, which Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye. Firing it only here; should I — damn'd then — 104 Slaver with lips as common as the stairs That mount the Capitol ; j oin gripes with hands

84 wrack : ruin 86 to hide me : to hide oneself

87 snuff: candle 95 doubting: suspecting that

97,98 timely knowing . . . born; c/. n. 98 discover: r^v^oi

103,104 Takes prisoner . . . here; c/. n. 103 motion: passion

The Tragedy of Cymheline, I, vi 27

Made hard with hourly falsehood, — falsehood, as With labour ; — then by-peeping in an eye, 108

Base and illustrous as the smoky light That's fed with stinking tallow ; it were fit That all the plagues of hell should at one time Encounter such revolt.

Imo. My lord, I fear, 112

Has forgot Britain.

lack. And himself. Not I,

Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The beggary of his change ; but 'tis your graces That from my mutest conscience to my tongue 116 Charms this report out.

Imo, Let me hear no more.

lach. O dearest soul ! your cause doth strike my heart With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady So fair, — and fasten'd to an empery 120

Would make the great'st king double, — to be partner 'd With tom-bovs hir'd with that self exhibition Which your own coffers yield! with diseas'd ventures That play with all infirmities for gold 124

Which rottenness can lend nature ! such boil'd stuff As well might poison poison ! Be reveng'd; Or she that bore you was no queen, and you Recoil from your great stock.

Imo. Reveng'd ! 128

How should I be reveng'd .f* If this be true, — As I have such a heart, that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse, — if it be true,

108 hy-p&e^ing: looking sidelong 109 illustrous : wiV/io«* /wjfr^

112 Encounter such revolt: meet such apostasy

113-117 Not I . . . out;c/. n. 120 empevy: empire

121 Would . . . double: which would double the greatest king's do- main partner'd: associated

122 tom-hoys: wanton women seliisame exhibition: allowance 123 ventures: chance mistresses

125 boil'd stuflf: women who have been in the sweating tubs for vene- real disease 128 Recoil: fall away

28 The Tragedy of Cymheline, I, vi

How should I be reveng'd?

lack. Should he make me 132

Live like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets, Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps. In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it. I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure, 136

More noble than that runagate to your bed. And will continue fast to your affection, Still close as sure.

Into. What ho, Pisanio!

lack. Let me my service tender on your lips. 140

Imo. Away ! I do condemn mine ears that have So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable. Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not For such an end thou seek'st ; as base as strange. 144 Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far From thy report as thou from honour, and Solicit'st here a lady that disdains Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio ! 148

The king my father shall be made acquainted Of thy assault ; if he shall think it fit, A saucy stranger in his court to mart As in a Romish stew and to expound 152

His beastly mind to us, he hath a court He little cares for and a daughter who He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio !

lack. O happy Leonatus ! I may say. 156

The credit that thy lady hath of thee Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodness Her assur'd credit. Blessed live you long ! A lady to the worthiest sir that ever 160

134 ramps: harlots 135 In your despite: in scorti of you

137 runagate: renegade

139 Still . . . snre.: always as secretly as faithfully

142 a.tt&nAed: listened to 151 saLUcy: lascivious ma.rt: traffic

152 stew: brothel 157 credit . . .of: confidence . . . in

The Tragedy of Cymheline, I, vi 29

Country call'd his; and you his mistress, only

For the most worthiest fit. Give me your pardon,

I have spoken this, to know if your affiance

Were deeply rooted, and shall make your lord 164

That which he is, new o'er ; and he is one

The truest manner'd ; such a holy witch

That he enchants societies into him;

Half all men's hearts are his.

Imo, You make amends. 168

lack. He sits 'mongst men like a descended god: He hath a kind of honour sets him off. More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry. Most mighty princess, that I have adventur'd 172

To try your taking of a false report; which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment In the election of a sir so rare,

Which you know cannot err. The love I bear him 176 Made me to fan you thus ; but the gods made you. Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon.

Imo. All's well, sir. Take my power i' the court for

yours. lach. My humble thanks. I had almost forgot 180 To entreat your Grace but in a small request. And yet of moment too, for it concerns Your lord, myself, and other noble friends. Are partners in the business.

Imo. Pray^ what is 't ? 184

lack. Some dozen Romans of us and your lord, The best feather of our wing, have mingled sums To buy a present for the emperor ;

Which I, the factor for the rest, have done 188

In France; 'tis plate of rare device, and jewels

163 a.&anct: confidence

166 truest manner'd: of the soundest morals

167 into: unto 184 Are: who are 188 {Actor: agent

30 The Tragedy of Cymheline, I. vi

Of rich and exquisite form ; their values great ;

And I am something curious, being strange,

To have them in safe stowage. May it please you 192

To take them in protection ?

Imo. Willingly ;

And pawn mine honour for their safety : since My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them In my bedchamber.

lack. They are in a trunk, 196

Attended by my men ; I will make bold To send them to you, only for this night; I must aboard to-morrow.

Imo. O ! no, no.

lack. Yes, I beseech, or I shall short my word 200 By lengthening my return. From Gallia I cross'd the seas on purpose and on promise To see your Grace.

Imo. I thank you for your pains ;

But not away to-morrow !

lack. O ! I must, madam : 204

Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please To greet your lord with writing, do 't to-night: I have outstood my time, which is material To the tender of our present.

Imo. I will write. 208

Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept, And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.

Exeunt.

191 curious: anxious

207 outstood: outstayed material: important

208 tender : presentation

The Tragedy of Cymheline, II. i 3i

ACT SECOND

Scene One

[Britain. Cymheline's Palace'\ Enter Cloten and two Lords.

Clo. Was there ever man had such luck! when 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 4 for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.

1. Lord. WTiat got he by that? You have broke his pate with your bowl. 8

2. Lord. [Aside. 1 If his wit had been like him that broke it, it would have run all out.

Clo. When a gentleman is disposed to swesr, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his 12 oaths, ha}

2. Lord. No, my lord; [Aside."] nor crop the ears of them.

Clo. Whoreson dog ! I give him satisfaction ! 16 Would he had been one of my rank !

2. Lord. [Aside.] To have smelt like a fool.

Clo. I am not vexed more at anything in the 20 earth. A pox on 't ! I had rather not be so noble as I am. They dare not fight with me be- cause of the queen my mother. Every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of fighting, and I must go 24 up and down like a cock that nobody can match.

2, 3 when . . . away; cf. n.

4 whoreson jackanapes: rascally coxcomb take me up: scold me

12, 14 curtail, crop; cf. n. 23 Jack-slave: lou- fellow

32 The Tragedy of Cymheline, II. i

2. Lord. [Aside."] You are cock and capon too; and you crow, cock, with your comb on.

Clo. Sayest thou ? 28

2. Lord. It is not fit your lordship should undertake every companion that you give of- fence to.

Clo. No, I know that ; but it is fit I should 32 commit offence to my inferiors.

2. Lord. Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.

Clo. Why, so I say. 36

1. Lord. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night.'*

Clo. A stranger, and I not know on 't !

2. Lord. [Aside.] He's a strange fellow him- 40 self, and knows it not.

1. Lord. There's an Italian come; and 'tis thought, one of Leonatus' friends.

Clo. Leonatus ! a banished rascal ; and he's 44 another, whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger ?

1. Lord. One of your lordship's pages.

Clo. Is it fit I went to look upon him ? Is 48 there no derogation in 't ?

1. Lord. You cannot derogate, my lord. Clo. Not easily, I think.

2. Lord. [Aside.] You are a fool, granted; 52 therefore your issues, being foolish, do not derogate.

Clo. Come, I'll go see this Italian. What

26,27 capon . . . combon;c/. n.

30 undertake: give satisfaction to companion: rascal

49 derogation: disparagement

50, 54 derogate: do anything derogatory to rank or position, and

(quibblingly) degenerate 53 issues: acts, (quibblingly) offspring

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, II, ii 33

I have lost to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of 55

him. Come, go.

2. Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

Exit [Cloten'], That such a crafty devil as is his mother Should yield the world this ass ! a woman that 60

Bears all down with her brain, and this her son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart And leave eighteen. Alas ! poor princess. Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st 64

Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern' d, A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer More hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act 68

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 mayst stand. To enj oy thy banish'd lord and this great land ! 72

Exeunt lLords'\,

Scene Two

[A Bedchamber; in one part of it a Trunk] Imogen [reading] in her bed; a Lady [attending].

Imo. Who's there? my woman Helen?

Lady. Please you, madam.

Imo. What hour is it?

Lady. Almost midnight, madam.

Imo. I have read three hours then; mine eyes are weak; Fold down the leaf where I have left; to bed: 4

Take not away the taper, leave it burning,

62 for his heart: to save his life 66 coining: fabricating

69 he: i.e. Cloten "^ left: stopped

34 The Tragedy of Cymheline, II, u

And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock, I prithee, call me. Sleep has seized me wholly.

[Exit Lady.^ To your protection I commend me, gods ! 8

From fairies and the tempters of the night Guard me, beseech ye !

Sleeps. lachimo [Gomes'] from the trunk, lack. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus 12

Did softly press the rushes ere he waken'd The chastity he wounded. Cytherea ! How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily, And whiter than the sheets ! That I might touch ! 16 But kiss : one kiss ! Rubies unparagon'd. How dearly they do 't ! 'Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus ; the flame of the taper Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids, 20 To see the enclosed lights, now canopied Under these windows, white and azure lac'd With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design, To note the chamber : I will write all down : 24

Such and such pictures ; there the window ; such Th' adornment of her bed ; the arras, figures. Why, such and such ; and the contents o' the story. Ah ! but some natural notes about her body, 28

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 32

12 Our Tarquin ; cf. n. 13 press . . . rushes; c/. n.

14 Cytherea: Venus 17,18 But kiss . . . do 't; cf. n.

22 windows: eyelids 22, 23 white . . . tinct; cf. n.

23 tinct: color 26 arras: wall-tapestry figures: carvingt 27 contents o' the story; cf. n.

32 sense : perception monument : effigy

The Tragedy of 'Cymbeline, II, in 86

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, 36

To the madding of her lord. On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I' the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher; Stronger than ever law could make : this secret 40

Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end } Why should I write this down, that's riveted, Screw'd to my memory.'* She hath been reading late 44

The tale of Tereus ; here the leaf's turn'd down Where Philomel gave up. I have enough: To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning 48 May bare the raven's eye ! I lodge in fear ; Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.

Clock strikes. One, two, three : time, time !

Exit l^into trunk^.

Scene Three [An Ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's Apartments'\

Enter Cloten and Lords.

1. Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.

34 Gordian knot; cf. n. 38 cinque-spotted: having five spots

45 The tale of Tereus; cf. n. 48, 49 that . . .eye; cf. n.

50 thi=' ie. this's 51 time; cf. n. 2, 3 turned up ace; cf. n.

36 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, II, Hi

Clo. It would make any man cold to lose. 4

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 will put any man into courage. 8 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 12 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 : 16 if none will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er. First, a very excellent good-con- ceited thing; after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich words to it; and then let her 20 consider,

SONG.

*Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise. His steeds to water at those springs 24

On chalic'd flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin

To ope their golden eyes : With everything that pretty is, 28

My lady sweet, arise : Arise, arise!'

14 penetrate: touch the heart 23 Phoebus: th£ sun

25 chalic'd: having cup-like blossoms

26 winking; with eyes shut Mary-huds: buds of marigolds

The Tragedy of Cymheline, II, in 37

So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will con- sider your music the better ; if it do not, it is 32 a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs and calves'- guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot, can never amend. [Exeunt Musicians.'\

2. Lord. Here comes the king. 36

Clo. I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early; he cannot choose but take this service I have done fatherly.

Enter Cymheline and Queen.

Good morrow to your majesty and to my 40

gracious mother.

Cym. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter } Will she not forth.?

Clo. I have assail'd her with musics, but she 44

vouchsafes no notice.

Cym. The exile of her minion is too new. She hath not yet forgot him; some more time Must wear the print of his remembrance out, 48

And then she's yours.

Queen. You are most bound to the king.

Who lets go by no vantages that may Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself To orderly soliciting, and be friended 52

With aptness of the season; make denials Increase your services ; so seem as if You were inspir'd to do those duties which You tender to her ; that you in all obey her 56

Save when command to your dismission tends,

31, 32 consider: requite

33 horse-haXrs,: fiddle-hows calves'-gnts: fiddle-strtngs

34 unpaved: unstoned, castrated

46 minion: favorite 49 hound: under obligation

51 Preier : recommend Frame: prepare

38 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, II, in

And therein you are senseless.

Clo. Senseless ! not so.

[Enter a Messenger.'^

Mess. So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome ; The one is Caius Lucius.

Cym. A worthy fellow, 60

Albeit he comes on angry purpose now ; But that's no fault of his : we must receive him According to the honour of his sender; And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us, 64 We must extend our notice. Our dear son. When you have given good morning to your mistress. Attend the queen and us ; we shall have need To employ you towards this Roman. Come, our queen.

Exeunt \_all hut Cloten].

Clo. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not, 69

Let her lie still, and dream. By your leave, ho !

[KnocJcs.'\ I know her women are about her. \Miat If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold 72

Which buys admittance ; oft it doth ; yea, and makes Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up Their deer to the stand o' the stealer ; and 'tis gold AMiich makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief ; 76 Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man. "WTiat Can it not do and undo ? I will make One of her women lawyer to me, for I yet not understand the case myself. 80

By your leave. Knocks.

58 senseless: incapable of understanding

59 SoUke you: if it please you

64 his goodness forespent : because of his former goodness 72 line: put money into

74 Diana's rangers: forest-rangers of Diana, nymphs false: betray

75 stand: station of huntsman waiting for game 76 true: honest

The Tragedy of Cymheline, II, in 39

Enter a Lady.

Lady. Who's there, that knocks ?

Clo. A gentleman.

Lady. No more?

Clo. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

Lady. \_Aside.'\ That's more

Than some whose tailors are as dear as yours 84

Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?

Clo. Your lady's person : is she ready ?

Lady. Ay,

To keep her chamber.

Clo. There's gold for you; sell me your good report. 88

Lady. How ! my good name ? or to report of you What I shall think is good "^ — The princess !

Enter Imogen.

Clo. Good mfirrow, fairest; sister, your sweet hand.

\_Exit Lady.l

Imo. Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains 92

For purchasing but trouble ; the thanks I give Is telling you that I am poor of thanks And scarce can spare them.

Clo. Still, I swear I love you.

Imo. If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me: 96 If you swear still, your recompense is still That I regard it not.

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 : faith, lOO I shall unfold equal discourtesy

%2 ^omoTt'i: nothing else? _ 92 \a.y out: expend

96 'twere as deep: it would make as deep an impression

40 The Tragedy of Cymheline, II, Hi

To your best kindness. One of your great knowing Should learn, being taught, forbearance.

Clo. To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin : 104

I will not.

Imo. Fools cure not mad folks.

Clo. Do you call me fool.^

Imo. As I am mad, I do: If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad; 108

That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir. You put me to forget a lady's manners, By being so verbal ; and learn now, for all. That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce 112 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 had rather You felt than make 't my boast.

Clo, You sin against 116

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 ; 120 And though it be allow'd in meaner parties — Yet who than he more mean ? — to knit their souls — On whom there is no more dependancy But brats and beggary — in self-figur'd knot; 124

Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by The consequence o' the crown, and must not foil The precious note of it with a base slave, A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth, 128

111 verhsil: explicit 123 dependancy: consequence (^of marriage)

124 self-figur'd: formed by themselves

125 curb'd: restrained enlargement: liberty

126 consequence: succession ioil: pollute

128 hilding: rascal for: fit only for squire's cloth: lackey's

dress

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, II. Hi 4i

A pantler, not so eminent.

l7no. Profane fellow!

Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more But what thou art besides, thou wert too base To be his groom; thou wert dignified enough, 132

Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made Comparative for your virtues, to be styl'd The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated For being preferr'd so well.

Clo. The south- fog rot him ! 136

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, 140

Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio !

Enter Pisanio.

Clo. 'His garment!' Now, the devil —

Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently, —

Clo. 'His garment !'

Imo. I am sprighted with a fool, 144

Frighted, and anger'd worse. Go, bid my woman Search for a jewel that too casually Hath left mine arm ; it was thy master's, 'shrew me If I would lose it for a revenue 148

Of any king's in Europe. I do think I saw 't this morning ; confident I am Last night 'twas on mine arm, I kiss'd it ; I hope it be not gone to tell my lord 152

That I kiss aught but he.

Pis. 'Twill not be lost.

129 pantler: pantry servant 132 digni&ed: given dignitj

133, 134 made Comparative for: compared with

136 preferr'd: advanced south-fog; cf. n.

139 clipp'd: embraced 144 sprighted with: /icMnf^d 63;

42 The Tragedy of Cymheline, II. iv

Imo. I hope so ; go, and search.

[Exit Pisanio.'\

Clo. You have abus'd me:

'His meanest garment !'

Imo. Ay, I said so, sir:

If you will make 't an action, call witness to 't. 156

Clo. 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.

Clo. I'll be reveng'd. 160

'His meanest garment!' Well. Exit.

Scene Fourth

[Rome. Philario's House]

Enter Posthumus and Philario.

Post. Fear it not, sir ; I would I were so sure To win the king as I am bold her honour Will remain hers.

Phi. What means do you make to him }

Post. Not any, but abide the change of time, 4

Quake in the present winter's state and wish That warmer days would come ; in these f ear'd hopes, I barely gratify your love ; they failing, I must die much your debtor. 8

Phi. Your very goodness and your company Overpays all I can do. By this, your king Hath heard of great Augustus ; Caius Lucius Will do 's commission throughly, and I think 12

156 Siction: law-suit 2 ho\A: confident

3 means: intercession 4 abide: await

6-8 in these . . . debtor; c/. n. 12 XYxrouEtiiy: thoroughly

The Tragedy of CymbeUne, II. iv 43

He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages. Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief.

Post. I do believe —

Statist though I am none, nor like to be — 16

That this will prove a war ; and you shall hear The legions now in Gallia sooner landed In our not- fearing Britain, than have tidings Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen 20

Are men more order'd than when Julius Caesar Smil'd at their lack of skill, but found their courage Worthy his frowning at: their discipline, Now mingled with their courage, will make known 24 To their approvers they are people such That mend upon the world.

Phi, See ! lachimo !

Enter lachimo.

Post. The swiftest harts have posted you by land, And winds of all the corners kiss'd your sails, 28

To make your vessel nimble.

Phi. Welcome, sir.

Post. I hope the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return.

lach. Your lady

Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon. 32

Post. And therewithal the best; or let her beauty Look through a casement to allure false hearts And be false with them.

lach. Here are letters for you.

15 griei: suffering 16 Statist: ^o/^jman

17 pTove: turn out to be 21 OTder'd: disciplined

24 mingled . . . courage ; cf. n.

25 approvers: those who make trial

26 mend . . . world: improve with experience

27 posted: conveyed swiftly

28 corners: quarters from which the wind blows 30 made: caused

^•4 The Tragedy of Cymheline, II, iv

Post Their tenour good, I trust.

lack. 'Tis very like. 36

Phi. Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court When you were there ^

lach. He was expected then,

But not approach'd.

Post. x\ll is well yet.

Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is 't not 40

Too dull for your good wearing .'^

lach. If I have lost it,

I should have lost the worth of it in gold. I'll make a journey twice as far to enjoy A second night of such sweet shortness which 44

Was mine in Britain ; for the ring is won.

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

lach. Not a whit,

Your lady being so easy.

Post. Make not, sir.

Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we 48

Must not continue friends.

lach. Good sir, we must.

If you keep covenant. Had I not brought The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant We were to question further, but I now 62

Profess myself the winner of her honour. Together with your ring ; and not the wronger Of her or you, having proceeded but By both your wills.

Post. If you can make 't apparent 56

That you have tasted her in bed, my hand And ring is yours ; if not, the foul opinion You had of her'pure honour gains or loses Your sword or mine or masterless leaves both 60

36 like: probable 47 easy: compliant 52 question: debate

The Tragedy of Cymheline, II, iv 4-5

To who shall find them.

lack. Sir, my circumstances.

Being so near the truth as I will make them. Must first induce you to believe : whose strength I will confirm with oath ; which, I doubt not, 64

You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find You need it not.

Post. Proceed.

lack. First, her bedchamber, —

Where I confess I slept not, but profess Had that was well worth watching, — it was hang'd 68 With tapestry of silk and silver ; the story Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman, And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for The press of boats or pride ; a piece of work 72

So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive In workmanship and value ; which I wonder'd Could be so rarely and exactly wrought, Since the true life on 't was —

Post, This is true; 76

And this you might have heard of here, by me. Or by some other.

lach. More particulars

Must j ustify my knowledge.

Post. So they must,

Or do your honour injury.

lack. The chimney 80.

Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece Chaste Dian bathing ; never saw I figures So likely to report themselves ; the cutter Was as another nature, dumb ; outwent her, 84

Motion and breath left out.

61 my circumstances: details of my story 68 watching: wakefulness

73 bravely: excellently 73, 74 strive . . . value; cf. n.

83 likely . . . themselves; cf. n. 83-85 the cutter . . . out; cf. n.

46 The Tragedy of Cymheline, II, iv

Post. This is a thing

Which you might from relation likewise reap, Being, as it is, much spoke of.

lach. The roof o' the chamber

With golden cherubins is fretted; her andirons — 88 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 92 Be given to your remembrance, — the description Of what is in her chamber nothing saves The wager you have laid.

lach. Then, if you can,

Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel; see ! 96

[Showing the bracelet.^ And now 'tis up again ; it must be married To that your diamond; I'll keep them.

Post. Jove !

Once more let me behold it. Is it that Which I left with her?

lach. Sir, — I thank her, — that: lOO

She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet; Her pretty action did outsell her gift. And yet enriched it too. She gave it me, and said She priz'd it once.

Post. May be she pluck'd it off 104

To send it me.

lach. She writes so to you, doth she?

Post. O ! no, no, no, 'tis true. Here, take this too ;

[Gives the ring.]

88 iretted: embossed 89 winking: t/ini

91 Depending: leaning brands: torches

97 up:i>utup 102 outsell: exceedin value

The Tragedy of Cymheline, II. iv ^.7

It is a basilisk unto mine eye,

Kills me to look on 't. Let there be no honour 108

Where there is beauty ; truth where semblance ; love 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. 112 O ! above measure false.

Phi. Have patience, sir,

And take your ring again ; 'tis not yet won : It may be probable she lost it ; or

Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted, 116 Hath stol'n it from her ?

Post. Very true ;

And so I hope he came by 't. Back my ring. Render to me some corporal sign about her. More evident than this ; for this was stolen. 120

lack. By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.

Post. Hark you, he swears ; by Jupiter he swears. 'Tis true ; nay, keep the ring ; 'tis true : I am sure She would not lose it ; her attendants are 124

All sworn and honourable ; they induc'd to steal it ! And by a stranger ! No, he hath enjoy 'd her; The cognizance of her incontinency Is this; she hath bought the name of whore thus dearly. 128

There, take thy hire ; and all the fiends of hell Divide themselves between you !

Phi. Sir, be patient:

This is not strong enough to be believ'd Of one persuaded well of —

Post. Never talk on 't; 132

107 basilisk: fabulous serpent, said to kill with its look 111 honda.ge: binding force 115 prohahle: provable

119 Render: describe 127 cognizance: visible sign

131 strong: convincing

48 The Tragedy of Cymheline, II, iv

She hath been colted by him.

lack. If you seek

For further satisfying, under her breast, Worthy the pressing, lies a mole, right proud Of that most delicate lodging: by my life, 136

I kiss'd it, and it gave me present hunger To feed again, though full. You do remember This stain upon her ?

Post. Ay, and it doth confirm

Another stain, as big as hell can hold, 140

Were there no more but it.

lack. Will you hear more }

Post. Spare your arithmetic; never count the turns; Once, and a million !

lach. I'll be sworn, —

Post. No swearing.

If you will swear you have not done 't, you lie; 144 And I will kill thee if thou dost deny Thou 'st made me cuckold.

lack. I'll deny nothing.

Post. O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal ! I will go there and do 't, i' the court, before 148

Her father. I'll do something — Exit.

Phi. Quite beside

The government of patience ! You have won : Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath He hath against himself.

lack. With all my heart. 152

Exeunt,

137 present: immediate 147 limh-meail: limb from limb

151 pervert: divert

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, II. v 49

Scene Five [The Same. Another Room']

Enter Posthumus.

Post. Is there no way for men to be, but women Must be half-workers ? We are all bastards ; And that most venerable man which I Did call my father was I know not where 4

When I was stamp'd ; some coiner with his tools Made me a counterfeit; yet my mother seem'd The Dian of that time ; so doth my wife The nonpareil of this. O ! vengeance, vengeance ; 8 Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd And pray'd me oft forbearance ; did it with A pudency so rosy the sweet view on 't Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her 12

As chaste as unsunn'd snow. O ! all the devils ! This yellow lachimo, in an hour, — was 't not? Or less — at first? — perchance he spoke not, but Like a fuU-acorn'd boar, a German one, 16

Cried *0 !' and mounted ; found no opposition But what he look'd for should oppose and she Should from encounter guard. Could I find out The woman's part in me ! For there's no motion 20 That tends to vice in man but I affirm It is the woman's part ; be it lying, note it. The woman's ; flattering, hers ; deceiving, hers ; Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers ; revenges, hers ; 24 Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain, Nice longing, slanders, mutability, All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows,

8 nonpareil: one that has no equal 11 pudency: modesty

20 motion: impulse 25 change: variety 26 Nice: lascivious

50 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, i

Why, hers, in part, or all ; but rather, all ; 28

For even to vice

They are not constant, but are changing still

One vice but of a minute old for one

Not half so old as that. I'll write against them, 32

Detest them, curse them. Yet 'tis greater skill

In a true hate to pray they have their will :

The very devils cannot plague them better. Exit.

ACT THIRD

Scene One [Britain. Cymheline's Palace"]

Enter in state, Cymheline, Queen, Cloten, and Lords, at one door; and at another, Caius Lucius and Attendants.

Cym, Now say what would Augustus Caesar with us ?

Luc. When Julius Caesar — whose remembrance yet Lives in men's eyes, and will to ears and tongues Be theme and hearing ever — was in this Britain, 4 And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle, — Famous in Caesar's praises, no whit less Than in his feats deserving it, — for him And his succession, granted Rome a tribute, 8

Yearly three thousand pounds, which by thee lately Is left untender'd.

Queen. And, to kill the marvel.

Shall be so ever.

do. There be many Caesars

Ere such another Julius. Britain is 12

4 hearing: tidings

The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, i 51

A world by itself, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.

Queen. That opportunity.

Which then they had to take from 's, to resume We have again. Remember, sir, my liege, 16

The kings your ancestors, together with The natural bravery of your isle, which stands As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in With oaks unscaleable and roaring waters, 20

With sands, that will not bear your enemies' boats. But suck them up to the topmast. A kind of conquest Caesar made here, but made not here his brag Of 'came, and saw, and overcame': with shame — 24 The first that ever touch'd him — he was carried From ofF our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping — Poor ignorant baubles ! — on our terrible seas. Like egg-shells mov'd upon their surges, crack'd 28 As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof The fam'd Cassibelan, who was once at points — O giglot fortune ! — to master Caesar's sword, Made Lud's town with rejoicing-fires bright, 32

And Britons strut with courage.

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 moe such Caesars ; 36

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 40

hard as Cassibelan; I do not say I am one, but I

have a hand. Why tribute.^ why should we pay

18 bravery: defiant spirit 19 paled: fenced

20 oaks; cf. n. 27 baubles: toys

30 at point: about 31 giglot: harlot

22 Lud's tov/n: London 36 moe: more 38 owe: own

62 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, i

tribute? If Csesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we will 44 pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no more tri- bute, pray you now. Cym. You must know, Till the injurious Romans did extort 48

This tribute from us, we were free ; Caesar's ambition — Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch The sides o' the world — against all colour here Did put the yoke upon 's ; which to shake off 62

Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon Ourselves to be. We do say then to Caesar, Our ancestor was that Mulmutius which Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword of Caesar 56 Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed, Though Rome be therefore angry. Mulmutius made

our laws. Who was the first of Britain which did put 60

His brows within a golden crown, and call'd Himself a king.

Luc. I am sorry, Cymbeline,

That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar — Caesar, that hath more kings his servants than 64

Thyself domestic officers — thine enemy. Receive it from me, then : war and confusion In Caesar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look For fury not to be resisted. Thus defied, 68

I thank thee for myself.

Cym. Thou art welcome, Caius.

Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent Much under him ; of him I gather'd honour ;

48 injurious: insolent

51 against all colour: with no pretence of right

56 -whosQ MS&'. the operatiori of which 57 iranchise: free exercise

The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, ii 53

Which he to^ seek of me again, perforce, 72

Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect

That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for

Their liberties are now in arms ; a precedent

Which not to read would show the Britons cold: 76

So Caesar shall not find them.

Luc. Let proof speak.

Clo. His majesty bids you welcome. Make pastime with us a day or two, or longer; if you seek us afterwards in other terms, you shall find 80 us in our salt-water girdle; if you beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you; and there's an end. 84

Luc. So, sir. Cym. I know your master's pleasure and he mine: All the remain is 'Welcome !' Exeunt,

Scene Two

\^The Same']

Enter Pisanio, reading of a letter.

Pis. How ! of adultery ! Wherefore write you not What monster's her accuser } Leonatus ! O master ! what a strange infection Is fall'n into thy ear ! What false Italian — 4

As poisonous-tongued as handed — hath prevail'd On thy too ready hearing ? Disloyal ! No : She's punish'd for her truth, and undergoes. More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults 8

72 he to seek: his seeking

73 keep at utterance: vindicate perfect: well-assured

77 proof speak: trial show 87 remain: r^j*

64 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, ii

As would take in some virtue. O my master !

Thy mind to her is now as low as were

Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her.'*

Upon the love and truth and vows which I 12

Have made to thy command ? I, her } her blood?

If it be so to do good service, never

Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,

That I should seem to lack humanity 16

So much as this fact comes to? [Reads.] 'Do't: the

letter That I have sent her by her own command Shall give thee opportunity' : — O damn'd paper ! Black as the ink that's on thee. Senseless bauble, 20 Art thou a f eodary for this act, and look'st So virgin-like without ? Lo ! here she comes. I am ignorant in what I am commanded.

Enter Imogen.

Into. How now, Pisanio ! 24

Pis. Madam, here is a letter from my lord. Imo. Who ? thy lord ? that is my lord, Leonatus. O ! learn'd indeed were that astronomer That knew the stars as I his characters ; 28

He'd lay the future open. You good gods. Let what is here contain'd relish of love. Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not That we two are asunder; let that grieve him, — 32 Some griefs are med'cinable ; that is one of them. For it doth physic love, — of his content. All but in that ! Good wax, thy leave. Bless 'd be

9 take in: subdue 10 to: in comparison with

17 fact: crime 21 f eodary: accomplice

23 1 ana ignorant: i.e. I shall appear to be ignorant

27 astronomer: astrologer 28 characters: handwriting

30 relish: have a taste 34 For . . . love; c/. n.

The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, it 55

You bees that make these locks of counsel ! Lovers 36 And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike ; Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news_, gods ! [Reads. '\ 'Justice, and your father's wrath, should 40 he take me in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria, at Milf ord-Haven ; what 44 your own love will out of this advise you, fol- low. So, he wishes you all happiness, that re- mains loyal to his vow, and your, increasing in love, Leonatus Posthumus.' 48

O ! for a horse with wings ! Hearest thou, Pisanio ? He is at Milf ord-Haven ; read, and tell me How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs May plod it in a week, why may not I 52

Glide thither in a day.^ Then, true Pisanio, — Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord ; who long'st, — O! let me 'bate, — but not like me; yet long'st. But in a fainter kind : — O ! not like me, 56

For mine's beyond beyond ; say, and speak thick, — Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing. To the smothering of the sense, — how far it is To this same blessed Milford; and, by the way, 60 Tell me how Wales was made so happy as T' inherit such a haven ; but, first of all. How we may steal from hence, and, for the gap That we shall make in time, from our hence-going 64 And our return, to excuse ; but first, how get hence. Why should excuse be born or ere begot.''

36, 37 Lovers . . . alike; cf. n.

39 Cupid's tables: /oz/g-Z^f^er J 42, AZ as you . . . eyes; c/. n.

51 of mean affairs: on ordinary business

55 'haXe: abate, qualify, 57 thick: fast

62 inherit: possess 66 Cf.n.

66 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, III. Hi

We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak,

How many score of miles may we well ride 68

'Twixt hour and hour ?

Pis. One score 'twixt sun and sun,

Madam, 's enough for you, and too much too.

Imo. Why, one that rode to 's execution, man. Could never go so slow: I have heard of riding wagers, 72

Where horses have been nimbler than the sands That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery ; Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say She'll home to her father ; and provide me presently 76 A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit A franklin's housewife.

Pis. Madam, you're best consider.

Imo. I see before me, man; nor here, nor here. Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them, 80

That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee; Do as I bid thee. There's no more to say ; Accessible is none but Milf ord way. Exeunt.

Scene Three [Wales. A mountainous Country with a Cave"]

Enter [from the Cavel^ Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Bel. A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours ! Stoop, boys ; this gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens, and bows you To a morning's holy office ; the gates of monarchs 4

73, 74 sands . . . behalf; cf. n.

78 franklin's: freeholder's you're best: it were best for you

79-81 I see . . . through; cf. n. 1 keep house: stay in the house

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, III, Hi 67

Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on, without Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven ! We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly 8

As prouder livers do.

Gui. Hail, heaven !

Arv. Hail, heaven!

Bel. Now for our mountain sport. Up to yond hill; Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider, When you above perceive me like a crow, 12

That it is place which lessens and sets off ; And you may then revolve what tales I have told you Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war; This service is not service, so being done ; 16

But being so, allow'd: to apprehend thus Draws us a profit from all things we see. And often, to our comfort, shall we find The sharded beetle in a safer hold 20

Than is the fuU-wing'd eagle. O ! this life Is nobler than attending for a check. Richer than doing nothing for a bribe, Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk; 24

Such gain the cap of him that makes 'em fine. Yet keeps his book uncross'd; no life to ours.

Gui. Out of your proof you speak; we, poor un- fledg'd. Have never wing'd from view o' the nest, nor know not 28

What air 's from home. Haply this life is best. If quiet life be best; sweeter to you That have a sharper known, well corresponding

S jet: strut 16,17 This service . . . allow'd; c/. «.

17 apprehend: understand

20 sharded : with imperfect wings hold : place

22 attending: doing service check: rebuke

25, 26 Cf. n. 29 Haply: perhaps

58 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, III, Hi

With your stiff age ; but unto us it is 32

A cell of ignorance, travelling a-bed_, A prison for a debtor that not dares To stride a limit.

Arv. What should we speak of

When we are old as you? when we shall hear 36

The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing; We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey, 40

Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat ; Our valour is to chase what flies ; our cage We make a choir, as doth the prison'd bird. And sing our bondage freely.

Bel. How you speak! 44

Did you but know the city's usuries And felt them knowingly ; the art o' the court. As hard to leave as keep, whose top to climb Is certain falling, or so slippery that 48

The fear's as bad as falling ; the toil of the war, A pain that only seems to seek out danger I' the name of fame and honour; which dies i' the

search. And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph 52

As record of fair act; nay, many times. Doth ill deserve by doing well ; what's worse. Must curtsy at the censure : O boys ! this story The world may read in me ; my body's mark'd 56

With Roman swords, and my report was once First with the best of note ; Cymbeline lov'd me. And when a soldier was the theme, my name

35 stride a limit: pass a bound 38 pinching: cold

40 beastly: like mere beasts 41 Like, as

51 which . . . search; cf.n. _ 57 report: reputation 58 with . . . note: among those of highest fame

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, III, Hi 59

Was not far off ; then was I as a tree 60

Whose boughs did bend with fruit, but, in one night, A storm or robbery, call it what you will. Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, And left me bare to weather.

Gui. Uncertain favour ! 64

Bel. My fault being nothing, — as I have told you oft,— But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline I was confederate with the Romans ; so 68

Followed my banishment, and this twenty years This rock and these demesnes have been my world. Where I have liv'd at honest freedom, paid More pious debts to heaven than in all 72

The fore-end of my time. But, up to the mountains ! This is not hunter's language. He that strikes The venison first shall be the lord o' the feast ; To him the other two shall minister; 76

And we will fear no poison which attends In place of greater state. Ill meet you in the valleys. Exeunt [Guiderius and Arviragus^, How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature ! These boys know little they are sons to the king ; 80 Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive. They think they are mine ; and, though train'd up thus

meanly I' the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit The roofs of palaces, and nature prompts them 84

In simple and low things to prince it much Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore, The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, who The king his father call'd Guiderius, — Jove ! 88

63 hangings: fruits 64 weather: storms

72 {ore-end: early part

60 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, iv

When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out Into my story : say, 'Thus mine enemy fell. And thus I set my foot on 's neck;' even then 92

The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats. Strains his young nerves, and puts himself in posture That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal, — Once Arviragus, — in as like a figure, 96

Strikes life into my speech and shows much more His own conceiving. Hark ! the game is rous'd. O Cymbeline ! heaven and my conscience knows Thou didst unjustly banish me; whereon, 100

At three and two years old, I stole these babes. Thinking to bar thee of succession, as Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile, Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for their mother, 104

And every day do honour to her grave; Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd. They take for natural father. The game is up.

Exit,

Scene Four

\_Near Milford-Haven']

Enter Pisanio and Imogen.

Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse,

the place Was near at hand : ne'er long'd my mother so To see me first, as I have now. Pisanio ! man ! Where is Posthumus } What is in thy mind, 4

That makes thee stare thus.^* Wherefore breaks that

sigh

96-98 in as like . . . conceiving; cf. n.

The Tragedy of Cymheline, HI, iv 61

From the imvard of thee? One. but painted thus. •> Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd Beyond self-explication; put thyself 8

Into a haviour of less fear_, ere wildness Vanquish my staider senses. "What's the matter? Why tender'st thou that paper to me with A look untender? If 't be summer news, 12

Smile to 't before ; if winterly, thou need'st But keep that count'nance still. My husband's hand! That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him. And he's at some hard point. Speak, man; thy tongue 16

May take off some extremity, which to read Would be even mortal to me.

Pis. Please you, read;

And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing The most disdain'd of fortune. 20

Imo. [Reads.'] 'Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises, but from proof as strong as my 24 grief and as certain as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pisanio, must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away her life ; I shall 28 give thee opportunity at Milford-Haven; she hath my letter for the purpose; where, if thou fear to strike, and to make me certain it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour and 32 equally to me disloyal.'

9 haviour: bearing wildness: madness

12 summer: i.e. pleasant

15 drug-dzmri'd: detestable for its drugs out-craitied: outwitted by craft

16 point: predicament 17 cxtTemity: extreme rigor

^2 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, iv

Pis. What shall I need to draw my sword ? the paper Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander. Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue 36 Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds and doth belie All corners of the world ; kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave 40

This viperous slander enters. What cheer, madam?

Imo. False to his bed ! What is it to be false ? To lie in watch there and to think on him ? To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep charge nature, 44

To break it with a fearful dream of him. And cry myself awake ? that's false to 's bed, is it ?

Pis. Alas ! good lady.

Imo. I false ! Thy conscience witness ! lachimo, 48 Thou didst accuse him of incontinency ; Thou then look'dst like a villain ; now methinks Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him : 52 Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion. And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls, I must be ripp'd; to pieces with me! O! Men's vows are women's traitors ! All good seeming, 56

By thy revolt, O husband ! shall be thought Put on for villainy ; not born where 't grows. But worn a bait for ladies.

Pis. Good madam, hear me.

34 What: why 37 worms: serpents

38 posting: speeding 41 What cheer: how do you feelf

43 in watch: cwafeg , 44 charge: j^t>*

51 favour: appearance jay: showy, light woman

52 Whose mother . . . painting; cf. n.

54 by the walls: in clothes presses 56 seeming: appearanct

The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, iv 63

Imo. True honest men, being heard like false ^neas, 60

Were in his time thought false, and Sinon's weeping Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity From most true wretchedness ; so thou, Posthumus, Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men; 64

Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjur'd From thy great fail. Come, fellow, be thou honest; Do thou thy master's bidding. When thou seest him, A little witness my obedience ; look ! 68

T draw the sword myself ; take it, and hit The innocent mansion of my love, my heart. Fear not, 'tis empty of all things but grief; Thy master is not there, who was indeed 72

The riches of it: do his bidding; strike. Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause. But now thou seem'st a coward.

Pis. Hence, vile instrument !

Thou shalt not damn my hand.

Imo. Why, I must die ; 76

And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine

That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart 80 (Something's afore 't; soft, soft! we'll no defence)

{Taking out letters.'\ Obedient as the scabbard. What is here } The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus All turn'd to heresy ! Away, away ! 84

Corrupters of my faith ; you shall no more Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools

60, 61 ^neas, Sinon; cf. n. 64 proper: honest

68 witness: bear witness to

80 That cravens: that it makes cowardly

82 Obedient : receptive to the sword

83 scriptures; cf. n. 86 stomachers; cf. n.

64- The Tragedy of Cymbeline, III. iv

Believe false teachers ; though those that are betrayed

Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor 88

Stands in worse case of woe.

And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up

My disobedience 'gainst the king my father.

And make me put into contempt the suits 92

Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find

It is no act of common passage, but

A strain of rareness ; and I grieve myself

To think, when thou shalt be disedg'd by her 96

That now thou tir'st on, how thy memory

Will then be pang'd by me. Prithee, dispatch ;

The lamb entreats the butcher; where's thy knife .^

Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, 100

When I desire it too.

Pis. O, gracious lady!

Since I receiv'd command to do this business I have not slept one wink.

Imo. Do 't, and to bed then.

Pis. I'll wake mine eyeballs first.

Imo. Wherefore then 104

Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd So many miles with a pretence ? this place } Mine action and thine own? our horses' labour? The time inviting thee ? the perturb'd court, 103

For my being absent ? — whereunto I never Purpose return. — ^\^ly hast thou gone so far. To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand. The elected deer before thee ?

Pis. But to win time 112

89 case: condition 90 set up: instigate

93 ieWovfs: equals 94 passage: occurrence

95 strain of rareness: rare impulse 96 disedg'd: satiated

97 tir'st: feedest 98 pang'd: pained dispatch: make haste 104 wake: torture by watching or waking

111 unbent: unprepared, bow unbent 112 elected: chosen

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, III, iv ^5

To lose so bad employment_, in the which I have consider'd of a course. Good lady. Hear me with patience.

Imo. Talk thy tongue weary ; speak :

I have heard I am a strumpet, and mine ear, 116

Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.

Pis. Then, madam,

I thought you would not back again.

Imo. Most like.

Bringing me here to kill me.

Pis. Not so, neither ; 120

But if I were as wise as honest, then My purpose would prove well. It cannot be But that my master is abus'd ; some villain. Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, 124

Hath done you both this cursed injury.

Imo, Some Roman courtezan.

Pis. No, on my life.

I'll give but notice you are dead and send him Some bloody sign of it ; for 'tis commanded 128

I should do so : you shall be miss'd at court. And that will well confirm it.

Imo. Why, good fellow,

What shall I do the while ? where bide ? how live ? Or in my life what comfort, when I am 132

Dead to my husband .f*

Pis. If you'll back to the court, —

Imo. No court, no father ; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, simple nothing ! That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me 136

As fearful as a siege.

Pis. If not at court,

118 tent: probe 124 smguiaT: unmatched 135 Cf.ry

66 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, iv

Then not in Britain must you bide.

Imo. Where then?

Hath Britain all the sun that shines ? Day, night, Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume 140 Our Britain seems as of it, but not in 't ; In a great pool a swan's nest: prithee, think There's livers out of Britain.

Pis. I am most glad

You think of other place. The ambassador, 144

Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven To-morrow ; now, if you could wear a mind Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise That which, t'appear itself, must not yet be 148

But by self-danger, you should tread a course Pretty, and full of view ; yea, haply, near The residence of Posthumus ; so nigh at least That though his actions were not visible, yet 152

Report should render him hourly to your ear As truly as he moves.

Imo. O ! for such means :

Though peril to my modesty, not death on 't, I would adventure.

Pis. Well, then, here's the point: 15B

You must forget to be a woman ; change Command into obedience; fear and niceness — The handmaids of all women, or more truly Woman it pretty self — into a waggish courage; 169 Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy, and As quarrelous as the weasel ; nay, you must

140,141 I' the . . . in't;c/. n. 143 Vivtvs: people livin§

146,147 wear . . . iortvine: make your mind as impenetrable as your fortune is dark

148, 149 That . . . self -danger : your identity which cannot yet ht revealed without danger to yourself

150 Pretty: /oir v'l&vi: promise

158 Command: princely manner of authority niceness: fastidious-

ness 160 it: its waggish: pgr/

The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, iv 67

Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek.

Exposing it — but, O ! the harder heart, 164

Alack ! no remedy — to the greedy touch

Of common-kissing Titan, and forget

Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein

You made great Juno angry.

Imo. Nay, be brief ; 168

I see into thy end, and am almost A man already.

Pis. First, make yourself but like one.

Forethinking this, I have already fit — 'Tis in my cloak-bag — doublet, hat, hose, all 172

That answer to them; would you in their serving, And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Present yourself, desire his service, tell him 176

Wherein you are happy, — which will make him know. If that his head have ear in music, — doubtless With j oy he will embrace you, for he's honourable, And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad, i80 You have me, rich ; and I will never fail Beginning nor supplyment.

Imo. Thou art all the comfort

The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away; There's more to be consider'd, but we'll even 184

All that good time will give us ; this attempt I'm soldier to, and will abide it with A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.

164 harder: too hard

166 common-kissing Titan: the sun, who kisses everyone

167 laboursome: elaborate trims: apparel 171 'FoTethm\i\r\^•. anticipating hi: prepared 173 in their serving: with their help

177 happy: 5^i7//m/ 177,178 which . . . music; c/. «.

180 AouhXing: in addition to Your means abroad: cj /or *ft^ «4r-

penses of your journey 183 diet: feed

184 even: act up to, keep pace with 186 soldier to: enlisted to abide: encounter

68 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, v

Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell, 188 Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress. Here is a box, I had it from the queen. What's in 't is precious ; if you are sick at sea, 192

Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this Will drive away distemper. To some shade. And fit you to your manhood. May the gods Direct you to the best !

Into, Amen. I thank thee. Exeunt.

Scene Five \^Cymheline*s Palace^

Enter Cymheline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, Lords \^and Attendants'],

Cym. Thus far; and so farewell.

Luc. Thanks, royal sir.

My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence ; And am right sorry that I must report ye ISIy master's enemy.

Cym. Our subj ects, sir, 4

Will not endure his yoke ; and for ourself To show less sovereignty than they, must needs Appear unkinglike.

Luc. So, sir : I desire of you

A conduct over land to Milford-Haven. 8

Madam, all j oy befall your Grace, and you.

Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit. So, farewell, noble Lucius.

190 carriage: abduction

194 distemper: t7in^« To sovae shdid^t: withdraw to some secluded

place 9 your Grace, and you; cf. n.

The Tragedy of Cymheline, III. v ^9

Luc. Your hand, my lord. 12

Clo. Receive it friendly ; but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy.

Luc. Sir, the event

Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well.

Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, 16

Till he have crossed the Severn. Happiness !

Exit Lucius, c^-r.

Queen. He goes hence frowning; but it honours us That we have given him cause.

Clo. 'Tis all the better;

Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. 20

Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely Our chariots and horsemen be in readiness ; The powers that he already hath in Gallia 24

Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves His war for Britain.

Queen. 'Tis not sleepy business ;

But must be look'd to speedily and strongly.

Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus 28

Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen. Where is our daughter } She hath not appear'd Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd The duty of the day ; she looks us like 32

A thing more made of malice than of duty: We have noted it. Call her before us, for We have been too slight in sufferance.

\^Exit an Attendant.^

Queen. Royal sir.

Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd 36

14 e.\tnt: outcome 22 fits', behooves ripely: promptly

25 drawn to head: gathered into a military force 35 slight in sufferance: careless in forbearance

70 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, v

Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord,

'Tis time must do. Beseech your majesty.

Forbear sharp speeches to her ; she's a lady

So tender of rebukes that words are strokes, 40

And strokes death to her.

Enter a Messenger.

Cym. Where is she, sir ? How

Can her contempt be answer'd.^

Mes. Please you, sir.

Her chambers are all lock'd, and there's no answer That will be given to the loudest of noise we make. 44

Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her. She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close. Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity. She should that duty leave unpaid to you, 48

Which daily she was bound to proffer ; this She wish'd me to make known, but our great court Made me to blame in memory.

Cym. Her doors lock'd!

Not seen of late ! Grant, heavens, that which I fear 52 Prove false ! Exit.

Queen. Son, I say, follow the king.

Clo. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant, I have not seen these two days.

Queen. Go, look after.

Exit [Cloten] . Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus ! 5w

He hath a drug of mine ; I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes It is a thing most precious. But for her. Where is she gone ? Haply, despair hath seiz'd her, ft-r Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown To her desir'd Posthumus. Gone she is

The Tragedy of Cymheline.dll, v 7i

To death or to dishonour^ and my end

Can make good use of either; she being down, 64

I have the placing of the British crown.

Enter Cloten.

How now, my son !

Clo. 'Tis certain she is fled.

Go in and chee^ the king; he rages, none Dare come about him.

Queen. \_Aside.'\ All the better; may 68

This night forestall him of the coming day !

Exit QM[e^n].

Clo. I love and hate her ; for she's fair and royal. And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman ; from every one 72

The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Outsells them all. I love her therefore ; but Disdaining me and throwing favours on The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment 76

That what's else rare is chok'd, and in that point I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed. To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools Shall—

Enter Pisanio.

. - Who is here ? What ! are you packing, sirrah ? 80 Come hither. Ah ! you precious pandar. Villain, Where is thy lady? In a word; or else Thou art straightway with the fiends.

Pis. O ! good my lord.

Clo. Where is thy lady ? or, by Jupiter 84

I will not ask again. Close villain, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus >

69 forestall him of: prevent his living to see

80 packing: departing 85 Close: secretivt

72 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, v

From whose so many weights of baseness cannot 88 A dram of worth be drawn.

Pis. Alas ! my lord.

How can she be with him ? When was she miss'd ? He is in Rome.

CIg. Where is she, sir } Come nearer.

No further halting; satisfy me home 92

What is become of her ?

Pis. O ! my all-worthy lord.

Clo. All-worthy villain !

Discover where thy mistress is at once. At the next word ; no more of 'worthy lord !' 96

Speak, or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death.

Pis. Then, sir.

This paper is the history of my knowledge Touching her flight. [^Presenting a letter.]

Clo. Let's see 't. I will pursue her lOO

Even to Augustus* throne.

Pis. [Aside.] Or this, or perish.

She's far enough; and what he learns by this May prove his travel, not her danger.

Clo. Hum!

Pis. [Aside.] I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen ! 104

Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again !

Clo. Sirrah, is this letter true.'*

Pis. Sir, as I think.

Clo. It is Posthumus' hand; I know 't. Sir- 108

rah, if thou wouldst not be a villain, but do me

true service, undergo those employments wherein

I should have cause to use thee with a serious

92 home: thoroughly

101 Or . . . perish: I must give him this or I shall die

110 undergo: perform

The Tragedy of Cymheline, III. v 73

industry, that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee 112 do, to perform it directly and truly, I would think thee an honest man; thou shouldst neither want my means for thy relief nor my voice for thy preferment. 116

Pis. Well, my good lord.

Clo. Wilt thou serve me.^ For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare for- tune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, 120 in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent fol- lower of mine. Wilt thou serve me t

Pis. Sir, I will.

Clo. Give me thy hand; here's my purse. 124 Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy possession ,f*

Pis. I have, my lord, at my lodging the same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady and 128 mistress.

Clo. The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit hither : let it be thy first service ; go.

Pis. I shall, my lord. Ea;it. 132

Clo. Meet thee at Mil ford-Haven! — I forgot to ask him one thing; I'll remember 't anon — even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these garments were come. She 136 said upon a time, — the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart, — that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, together with the 140 adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back will I ravish her: first kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on 144 the ground, my speech of insultment ended on

74 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, III, v

his dead body, and when my lust hath dined, — which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so praised, — to the court I'll 148 knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I'll be merry in my revenge.

Enter Pis anio [with the clothes^.

Be those the garments? 152

Pis. Ay, my noble lord.

Clo. How long is 't since she went to Milford-

Haven } Pis. She can scarce be there yet.

Clo. Bring this apparel to my chamber ; that 156 is the second thing that I have commanded thee; the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true prefer- ment shall tender itself to thee. My revenge is 160 now at Milford; would I had wings to follow it. Come, and be true. Exit.

Pis. Thou bidd'st me to my loss ; for true to thee Were to prove false, which I will never be, 164

To him that is most true. To Milford go. And find not her whom thou pursu'st. Flow, flow. You heavenly blessings, on her ! This fool's speed Be cross'd with slowness ; labour be his meed ! Exit,

158 a voluntary mute to : voluntarily silent respecting 168 labour be his meed: his pains he his reward

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, III, vi 76

Scene Six

IWales. Before the Cave of Belariusi Enter Imogen [in boy's clothes].

Into, I see a man's life is a tedious one ; I have tir'd myself^ and for two nights together Have made the ground mj bed ; I should be sick But that my resolution helps me. Milford, 4

When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee^ Thou wast within a ken. O Jove ! I think Foundations fly the wretched ; such, I mean, Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars told me 8 I could not miss my way ; will poor folks lie. That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis A punishment or trial ? Yes ; no wonder. When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness 12 Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord ! Thou art one o' the false ones. Now I think on thee, My hunger's gone, but even before I was 16

At point to sink for food. But what is this ? Here is a path to 't; 'tis some savage hold; I were best not call, I dare not call, yet famine. Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant. 20

Plenty and peace breeds cowards, hardness ever Of hardiness is mother. Ho ! Who's here ? If anything that's civil, speak; if savage. Take or lend. Ho! No answer.'' Then I'll enter. 24 Best draw my sword ; and if mine enemy

6 within a ken : in sight 7 Foundations; cf. n.

12 lapse: fall into sin fulness: prosperity

13 sorer: more grievous 16 e\en: just 20 clean: entirely 21 h&rdness: difficulty 22 hardiness: courage 23 civil: civilized 24 Take or lend; cf. n.

76 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, vi

But fear the sword like me^ he'll scarcely look on 't. Such a foe, good heavens ! Exit [to the cavel.

Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Bel. You, Poljdore, have prov'd best woodman, and 28

Are master of the feast; Cadwal and I Will play the cook and servant, 'tis our match; The sweat of industry M'ould dry and die But for the end it works to. Come ; our stomachs 32 Will make what's homely savoury ; weariness Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. Now, peace be here. Poor house, that keep'st thyself !

Gui. I am throughly weary. 36

Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.

Gui. There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browse on that. Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.

Bel, [Looking into the cave.] Stay; come not in; But that it eats our victuals, I should think 40

Here were a fairy.

Gui. What's the matter, sir?

Bel. By Jupiter, an angel ! or, if not. An earthly paragon! Behold divineness No elder than a boy ! 44

Enter Imogen.

Imo. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd ; and thought To have begg'd or bought what I have took. Good troth,

27 Such a foe; cf. n. 28 woodman: huntsman

30 match : compact

34 snore upon the flint: sleep on a bed of stones resty: sluggish

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, III, vi 77

I have stoFn nought^ nor would not, though I had found 48

Gold strew'd i' the floor. Here's money for my meat; I would have left it on the board so soon As I had made my meal, and parted With prayers for the provider.

Gui. Money, youth .^ 52

Arv. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt! As 'tis no better reckon'd but of those Who worship dirty gods.

Imo. I see you're angry.

Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should 56

Have died had I not made it.

Bel. Whither bound.''

Imo. To Mil ford- Haven.

Bel. What's your name ?

Imo. Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who 60

Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford: To whom being going, almost spent with hunger, I am f all'n in this offence.

Bel. Prithee, fair youth.

Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds 64 By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd ! 'Tis almost night; you shall have better cheer Ere you depart, and thanks to stay and eat it. Boys, bid him welcome.

Gui, Were you a woman, youth, 68

I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty I bid for you, as I do buy.

Arv. I'll make 't my comfort

He is a man; I'll love him as my brother; And such a welcome as I'd give to him 72

51 parted: departed 64 churls: boors

66 cheer: entertainment 69,70 In honesty . . . buy; cf.n.

78 The Tragedy of Cymheline, III. vi

After long absence, such is yours : most welcome ! Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.

Imo. 'Mongst friends,

If brothers. [Aside.] Would it had been so, that they Had been my father's sons ; then had my prize 76

Been less, and so more equal ballasting To thee, Posthumus.

Bel. He wrings at some distress.

Gui. Would I could free 't !

Arv. Or I, whate'er it be.

What pain it cost, what danger. Gods !

Bel. Hark, boys. 80

[Whispering.'l

Imo. [Aside.] Great men. That had a court no bigger than this cave. That did attend themselves and had the virtue Which their own conscience seal'd them, — laying by 84 That nothing-gift of differing multitudes, — Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods ! I'd change my sex to be companion with them. Since Leonatus' false.

Bel. It shall be so. 88

Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in: Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd, We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story. So far as thou wilt speak it.

Gui. Pray, draw near. 92

Arv. The night to the owl and morn to the lark less welcome.

Imo. Thanks, sir.

Arv. I pray, draw near. Exeunt.

74 sprightly: cheerful 76 prize: value, hence importance

77 ballasting: weight 78 wrings: writhes

84, 85 laying by . . . multitudes; cf. n.

86 out-peer: surpass 89 hunt: game

The Tragedy of Cymheline, III, vii 79

Scene Seven

[Rome. A Public Place'\

Enter two Senators and Tribunes.

1. Sen. This is the tenour of the emperor's writ; That since the common men are now in action 'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians^ And that the legions now in Gallia are 4

Full weak to undertake our wars against The fall'n-off Britons, that we do incite The gentry to this business. He creates Lucius pro-consul ; and to you the tribunes, 8

For this immediate levy, he commends His absolute commission. Long live Caesar !

1. Tri. Is Lucius general of the forces.^

2. Sen. Ay. 1. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia .f*

1. Sen. With those legions 12

Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy Must be supplyant; the words of your commission Will tie you to the numbers and the time Of their dispatch.

1. Tri. We will discharge our duty. 16

Exeunt.

6 fall'n-off. revolted 9 commends: delivers

14 su-p^Xy^nt: supplementary

80 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, IV, i

ACT FOURTH

Scene One

[Wales. The Forest, near the Cave of Belarius]

Enter Cloten.

Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio hav^e mapped it truly. How fit his garments serve me ! Why should his mis- tress, who was made by him that made the tailor, 4 not be fit too? the rather, — saving reverence of the word, — for 'tis said a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself, — for it is not vain-glory 8 for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber, — I mean, the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the 12 advantage of the time, above him in birth^ alike conversant in general services, and more remark- able in single oppositions; yet this imperceiv- erant thing loves him in my despite. What 16 mortality is ! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistress enforced, thy garments cut to pieces before thy face ; and all this done, 20 spurn her home to her father, who may happily be a little angry for my so rough usage, but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn

2 fit: fittingly 5 saving reverence: begging pardon

6 fitness: inclination (used in on objectionable sense) 13 time: present circumstatices 14 general services: /'M&/ic a#ajri

15 oppositions: combats imperceiverant: undiscerning

19 enforced: ravished 21 spurn: kick happily: perchance

23 power of: control over

The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, ii 81

all into my commendations. My horse is tied 24 up safe; out, sword, and to a sore purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting place; and the fellow dares not deceive me, Ea;it,

Scene Two [Before the Cave of Belarius'\

Enter [from the Cave] Belarius, Guiderius , Arviragus,

and Imogen.

Bel. [To Imogen.] You are not well; remain here in the cave ; We'll come to you after hunting.

Arv. [To Imogen.] Brother, stay here ;

Are we not brothers ?

Imo. So man and man should be.

But clay and clay differs in dignity, <

Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.

Gui. Go you to hunting; 111 abide with him.

Imo. So sick I am not, yet I am not well ; But not so citizen a wanton as 8

To seem to die ere sick. So please you, leave me ; Stick to your journal course; the breach of custom Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me Cannot amend me ; society is no comfort 12

To one not sociable. I am not very sick. Since I can reason of it; pray you, trust me here, I'll rob none but my self ^ and let me die, Stealing so poorly.

Gui. I love thee ; I have spoke it ; 16

8 citizen . . . wainton: city-bred spoilt child, "tenderfoot"

10 journal: doily 14 reason: taik

82 The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV. ii

How much the quantity, the weight as much, As I do love my father.

Bel. What ! how ! how !

Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me In my good brother's fault: I know not why 20

I love this youth; and I have heard you say. Love's reason's without reason : the bier at door. And a demand who is 't shall die, I'd say 'My father, not this youth.'

Bel. [Aside.] O noble strain ! 24

0 worthiness of nature ! breed of greatness ! Cowards father cowards, and base things sire base : Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.

I'm not their father; yet who this should be 28

Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me. 'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.

Arv. Brother, farewell.

Imo. I wish ye sport.

Arv. You health. So please you, sir.

Imo. [Aside.] These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard ! 32

Our courtiers say all's savage but at court: Experience, O, thou disprov'st report! The imperious seas breed monsters, for the dish Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish. 36

1 am sick still, heart-sick. Pisanio,

I'll now taste of thy drug. [Swallows some.]

Gui. I could not stir him;

He said he was gentle, but unfortunate ;

Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest. 40

Arv. Thus did he answer me ; yet said hereafter

I might know more.

17 Hovf ranch: however much 24 strain: /»neo^*

29 miracle; cf. n. 38 stir him: move him to tell his story

39 gentle: of gentle birth

The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, it 88

Bel. To the field, to the field !

[To Imogen.^ We'll leave you for 'this time; go in and rest.

Arv. We'll not be long away.

Bel. Pray, be not sick, 44

For you must be our housewife.

Imo. Well or ill,

I am bound to you. Exit,

Bel. And shalt be ever.

This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears he hath had Good ancestors.

Arv. How angel-like he sings ! 48

Gui. But his neat cookery ! he cut our roots In characters.

And sauc'd our broths as Juno had been sick And he her dieter.

Arv. Nobly he yokes

A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh 62

Was that it was, for not being such a smile ; The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly From so divine a temple, to commix With winds that sailors rail at.

Gui. I do note 66

That grief and patience, rooted in him both, ]\I ingle their spurs together.

Arv. Grow, patience!

And let the stinking-elder, grief, untwine His perishing root with the increasing vine ! 60

Bel. It is great morning. Come, away! — ^Who's there ?

Enter Cloten.

50 characters: letters 58 spurs: roota

59 stinking-elder; c/.n.

60 with . . . \'\r\t: i.e. as the vine , patience, grows

61 great morning: broad day

84- The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, ii

Clo. I cannot find those runagates ; that villain Hath mock'd me. I am faint.

Bel. 'Those runagates !*

Means he not us ? I partly know him ; 'tis 64

Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush. I saw him not these many years, and yet I know 'tis he. We are held as outlaws : hence !

Gui. He is but one. You and my brother search 68 What companies are near ; pray you, away ; Let me alone with him.

[Ea;eunt Belarius and Arviragus.]

Clo. Soft ! What are you

That fly me thus ? some villain mountainers ? I have heard of such. What slave art thou.^*

Gui. A thing 72

More slavish did I ne'er than answering A 'slave' without a knock.

Clo. Thou art a robber,

A law-breaker, a villain. Yield thee, thief.

Gui. To who.'' to thee.'' What art thou.'' Have not I 76

An arm as big as thine .'' a heart as big .'' Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art. Why I should yield to thee ?

Clo. Thou villain base, 80

Know'st me not by my clothes .''

Gui. No, nor thy tailor, rascal.

Who is thy grandfather : he made those clothes. Which, as it seems, make thee.

Clo. Thou precious varlet.

My tailor made them not.

Gui. Hence then, and thank 84

74 A 'slave': i.e. the epithet 'slave' 81 my clothes; cf. n,

83 precious: arrant varlet: knave

The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV. ii 85

The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool ; I am loath to beat thee.

do. Thou injurious thief.

Hear but my name, and tremble.

Gui. What's thy name ?

Clo. Cloten, thou villain. 88

Gui. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it ; were it Toad, or Adder, Spider, 'Twould move me sooner.

do. To thy further fear.

Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know 92

I am son to the queen.

Gui. I'm sorry for 't, not seeming

So worthy as thy birth.

do. Art not af eard ?

Gui. Those that I reverence those I fear, the wise; At fools I laugh, not fear them.

Clo. Die the death; 98

When I have slain thee with my proper hand, I'll follow those that even now fled hence. And on the gates of Lud's town set your heads : Yield, rustic mountaineer. Fight and exeunt. lOO

Enter Belarius and Arviragus.

Bel. No companies abroad.^

Arv. None in the world. You did mistake him, sure.

Bel. I cannot tell ; long is it since I saw him. But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour 104 Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice. And burst of speaking, were as his. I am absolute 'Twas very Cloten.

Arv. In this place we left them :

92 mere: sheer 97 proper: own

105 snatches: sudden checks 106 absolute: certain

107 very Cloten: Cloten himself

86 The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, ii

I wish my brother make good time with him, 108

You say he is so fell.

Bel. Being scarce made up,

I mean, to man, he had not apprehension Of roaring terrors; for defect of judgment Is oft the cause of fear. But see, thy brother. 112

Enter Guiderius [with Cloten's head],

Gui. This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse. There was no money in 't. Not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none ; Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne 116

My head as I do his.

Bel. What hast thou done ?

Gui. I am perfect what : cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen after his own report. Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and swore, 120 With his own single hand he'd take us in. Displace our heads where — thank the gods ! — they

grow. And set them on Lud's town.

Bel. We are all undone.

Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose, 124 But that he swore to take, our lives } The law Protects not us ; then why should we be tender To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us. Play judge and executioner all himself, 128

For we do fear the law ? What company Discover you abroad }

Bel. No single soul

Can we set eye on; but in all safe reason 131

He must have some attendants. Though his humour

109 Ml: fierce 109-112 Being scarce . . . fear; c/. n.

129 For: because 131 saie: sound

The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, ii 87

Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that

From one bad thing to worse ; not frenzy, not

Absolute madness could so far have rav'd

To bring him here alone. Although, perhaps, 136

It may be heard at court that such as we

Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time

May make some stronger head ; the which he hearing, —

As it is like him, — might break out, and swear 140

He'd fetch us in; yet is 't not probable

To come alone, either he so undertaking.

Or they so suffering ; then, on good ground we fear,

If we do fear this body hath a tail 144

More perilous than the head.

Art. Let ordinance

Come as the gods foresay it; howsoe'er. My brother hath done well.

Bel. I had no mind

To hunt this day; the boy Fidele's sickness 148

Did make my way long forth.

Gui. With his own sword.

Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en His head from him; I'll throw 't into the creek Behind our rock, and let it to the sea, 152

And tell the fishes he's the queen's son, Cloten: That's all I reck. Exit.

Bel. I fear 'twill be reveng'd.

Would, Polydore, thou hadst not done 't ! though valour Becomes thee well enough.

Arv. Would I had done 't, 156

So the revenge alone pursu'd me ! Polydore, I love thee brotherly, but envy much

133 nothing but mutation: for constant change

141 fetch us in: capture us 145 ordinance: divine decree

149 way long forth: walking forth seem long 154 reck: care

88 The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, ii

Thou hast robb'd me of this deed ; I would revenges, That possible strength might meet, would seek us through 160

And put us to our answer.

Bel. Well, 'tis done. —

We'll hunt no more to-dav, nor seek for danger Where there's no profit. I prithee, to- our rock; You and Fidele play the cooks ; I'll stay 164

Till hasty Polydore return, and bring him To dinner presently.

Arv. Poor sick Fidele !

I'll willingly to him ; to gain his colour I'd let a parish of such Clotens blood, 168

And praise myself for charity. Exit.

Bel. O thou goddess !

Thou, divine Nature thou, thyself thou blazon'st In these two princely boys. They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, 172

Not wagging his sweet head ; and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf'd, as the rud'st wind. That by the top doth take the mountain pine. And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonder 176

That an invisible instinct should frame them To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught. Civility not seen from other, valour That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop 180

As if it had been sow'd ! Yet still it's strange What Cloten's being here to us portends. Or what his death will bring us.

Enter Guiderius.

Gui. Where's my brother.^

159-161 I would . . . answer; c/. «. 167 gain: restore

174 enchaf'd: excited 179 seen from other: observed in others

180 wildlv: without cultivation

TJie Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, ii 89

I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream^ 184

In embassy to his mother; his body's hostage

For his return. Solemn music.

Bel. My ingenious instrument !

Hark ! Polydore, it sounds ; but what occasion Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark! 188

Gui. Is he at home ?

Bel. He went hence even now.

Gui. What does he mean.-* since death of my dear'st mother It did not speak before. All solemn things Should answer solemn accidents. The matter? 192 Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. Is Cadwal mad?

Enter Arviragus, with Imogen, \_as'\ dead, hearing her

in his arms.

Bel. Look ! here he comes.

And brings the dire occasion in his arms 196

Of what we blame him for.

Arv. The bird is dead

That we have made so much on. I had rather Have skipped from sixteen years of age to sixty, To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch, 200

Than have seen this.

Gui. O, sweetest, fairest lily !

My brother wears thee not the one half so well As when thou grew'st thyself.

Bel. O melancholy !

Who ever yet could sound thy bottom ? find 204

The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare

184 clotpoll: thick head

192 a.ns-we.T: correspond to dLCc\d&nts: occurrences

193 \s.mcnX.\ng toys: lamentation for trifles 194 apes: fools 200 leaping-time: ^lOMf/i 205 crare: small vessel

^0 The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, ii

Might easiliest harbour in ? Thou blessed thing ! Jove knows what man thou mightst have made ; but ay ! Thou diedstj a most rare boy, of melancholy. 208

How found you him ?

Arv. Stark, as you see:

Thus smiling, as some fly had tickled slumber. Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at ; his right cheek Reposing on a cushion.

Gui. Where }

Arv. O' the floor, 212

His arms thus leagu'd ; I thought he slept, and put My clouted brogues from off" my feet, whose rudeness Answer'd my steps too loud.

Gui. Why, he but sleeps :

If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed ; 216

With female fairies will his tomb be haunted. And worms will not come to thee.

Arv. With fairest flowers.

While summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave; thou shalt not lack 220

The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would 224 With charitable bill, — O bill sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Without a monument, — ^bring thee all tliis ; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, 228

To winter-ground thy corse.

Gui. Prithee, have done.

And do not play in wench-like words with that

207 ay: alas 214 clouted brogues: heavy shoes studded with hobnails .224 ruddock: robin 229 winter-ground: cover for the winter

J30 wench-like: womanish

The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, ii 9i

Which is so serious. Let us bury him.

And not protract with admiration what 232

Is now due debt. To the grave !

Arv. Say, where shall's lay him?

Gui. By good Euriphile, our mother.

Arv. Be 't so;

And let us, Polydore, though now our voices 235

Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground, As once to our mother ; use like note and words. Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.

Gui. Cadwal, I cannot sing; I'll weep, and word it with thee; 240 For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse Than priests and fanes that lie.

Arv. We'll speak it then.

Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less, for Cloten Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys, 244

And though he came our enemy, remember He was paid for that; though mean and mighty,

rotting Together, have one dust, yet reverence — That angel of the world — doth make distinction 248 Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely. And though you took his life, as being our foe. Yet bury him as a prince.

Gui. Pray you, fetch him hither.

Thersites' body is as good as Ajax' 252

When neither are alive.

Arv. If you'll go fetch him.

We'll say our song the whilst. Brother, begin.

[Exit Belarius.]

233 shall's: shall we

237 to our mother; i.e. as once we sang our mother like: the same

242 fanes: temple oracles 243 medicine: cure

246 paid: (>Mn«/i£d 252 Thersites' . . . Ajax'; c/. ».

92 The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, ii

Gui. Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east; My father hath a reason for 't.

Arv. 'Tis true. 256

Gui. Come on then, and remove him.

Arv, So, begin.

Gui. 'Fear no more the heat o' the sun. Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, 260

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages ; Golden lads and girls all must. As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. 'Fear no more the frown o' the great, 264

Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must 268

All follow this, and come to dust. Gui. *Fear no more the lightning-flash, Arv. 'Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Gui. 'Fear not slander, censure rash ; 272

Arv. 'Thou hast finished joy and moan: Both. 'All lovers young, all lovers must

Consign to thee, and come to dust. Gui. 'No exorciser harm thee ! 276

Arv. 'Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Gui. 'Ghost unlaid forbear thee ! Arv. 'Nothing ill come near thee! Both. 'Quiet consummation have ; 280

And renowned be thy grave !'

Enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten.

Gui. We have done our obsequies. Come, lay him down.

271 thunder-stone: f/mnderfco/f 275 Consign: subscribe

276 exorciser: conjurer

The Tragedy of Cyvibeline, IV, ii 93

Bel. Here's a few flowers, but 'bout midnight, more ; The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the night 284 Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces. You were as flowers, now wither'd; even so These herblets shall, which we upon you strew. Come on, away; apart upon our knees. 288

The ground that gave them first has them again ; Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.

Exeunt [Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus].

Imogen awakes.

Imo. Yes, sir, to Milf ord-Haven ; which is the way t I thank you. By yond bush ? Pray, how far thither ? 'Ods pittikins ! can it be six mile yet.^ 20?

I have gone all night: Faith, I'll lie down and sleep. [^Seeing the body of Cloten.'] But, soft! no bedfellow!

O gods and goddesses ! These flowers are like the pleasures of the world ; 296 This bloody man, the care on 't. I hope I dream ; For so I thought I was a cave-keeper. And cook to honest creatures ; but 'tis not so, 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, 300

Which the brain makes of fumes. Our very eyes Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith, I tremble still with fear ; but if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity 304

As a wren's eye, f ear'd gods, a part of it ! The dream's here still ; even when I wake, it is Without me, as within me ; not imagin'd, felt. A headless man ! The garments of Posthumus ! 308

I know the shape of 's leg, this is his hand. His foot Mercurial, his Martial thigh. The brawns of Hercules, but his Jovial face —

285 Upon . . . faces; cf. n.

293 ^OAs: God's pittikins: diminutive form of pity

301 iumes: vapors 310,311 Cf.n.

94 The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, ii

Murder in heaven ? How! 'Tis gone. Pisanio, 312

All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,

And mine to boot, be darted on thee ! Thou,

Conspir'd with that irregulous devil, Cloten,

Hast here cut off my lord. To write and read 316

Be henceforth treacherous ! Damn'd Pisanio

Hath with his forged letters, damn'd Pisanio,

From this most bravest vessel of the world

Struck the main-top ! O Posthumus ! alas ! 320

Where is thy head? where's that? Ay, me! where's

that? Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart. And left this head on. How should this be ? Pisanio ? 'Tis he and Cloten; malice and lucre in them 324

Have laid this woe here. O ! 'tis pregnant, pregnant ! The drug he gave me, which he said was precious And cordial to me, have I not found it Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home; 328 This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O ! Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood. That we the horrider may seem to those Which chance to find us. O ! my lord, my lord. 332

[Falls on the body.]

Enter Lucius, Captains, [other Officers,] and a Soothsayer.

Cap. To them the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the sea, attending You here at Milf ord-Haven with your ships : They are in readiness.

Luc. But what from Rome ? 336

Cap. The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners

313 Hecuba; c/.«. 315 irregulous: /aw/^w

325 pregnant: obvious 333 To them: in addition to them

337 confiners: inhabitants

The Tragedy of Cymheline, IF, ii 9^

And gentlemen of Italy, most willing spirits.

That promise noble service ; and they come

Under the conduct of bold lachimo, 340

Sienna's brother.

Luc. When expect you them ?

Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind.

Luc. This forwardness

Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers Be muster'd ; bid the captains look to 't. Now, sir, 344 What have you dream'd of late of this war's purpose.'*

Sooth. Last night the very gods show'dmeavision, — I fast and pray'd for their intelligence, — thus : I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd 348

From the spongy south to this part of the west. There vanish'd in the sunbeams ; which portends, Unless my sins abuse my divination. Success to the Roman host.

Luc. Dream often so, 352

And never false. Soft, ho ! what trunk is here Without his top ? The ruin speaks that sometime It was a worthy building. How ! a page ! Or dead or sleeping on him.'' But dead rather, 356 For nature doth abhor to make his bed With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead. Let's see the boy's face.

Cap. He's alive, my lord.

Luc. He'll, then, instruct us of this body. Young one, 360

Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems They crave to be demanded. Who is this Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow ? Or who was he That, otherwise than noble nature did, 364

Hath alter'd that good picture ? What's thy interest

349 sponpy : 7('<?^ 351 abuse: pen'ert

362 demanded: inquired 364, 365 otherwise . . . picture; cf. n.

96 The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV. ii

In this sad wrack? How came it? Who is it? What art thou ?

Imo. I am nothing ; or if not.

Nothing to be were better. This was my master, 368 A very valiant Briton and a good. That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas ! There are no more such masters ; I may wander From east to Occident, cry out for service, 372

Try many, all good, serve truly, never Find such another master.

Luc. 'Lack, good youth !

Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining than Thy master in bleeding. Say his name, good friend.

Imo. Richard du Champ. — [Aside.] If I do lie and do 377

No harm by it, fhough the gods hear, I hope They'll pardon it. — Say you, sir ?

Liic. Thy name?

Imo. Fidele, sir.

Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same ; 3S0 Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name. Wilt take thy chance with me ? I will not say Thou shalt be so well master'd, but be sure No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, 384 Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner Than thine own worth prefer thee. Go with me.

Imo. I'll follow, sir. But first, an 't please the gods, I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep 388

As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' strew'd his

grave. And on it said a century of prayers,

375 complaining: woMrKiug 380 approve: prove M

387 an 't: if it 389 poor pickaxes: i.e. her fingers ■

391 century: hundred

The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, in 97

Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh; 392

And, leaving so his service, follow you. So please you entertain me.

Luc. Ay, good youth.

And rather father thee than master thee. My friends, 396

The boy hath taught us marfly duties ; let us Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can. And make him with our pikes and partisans A grave ; come, arm him. Boy, he is pref err'd 400

By thee to us, and he shall be interr'd As soldiers can. Be cheerful ; wipe thine eyes : Some falls are means the happier to arise. Exeunt.

Scene Three

[Cymbeline's Palace'\

Enter Cymheline, Lords, Pisanio [and Attendants].

Cym. Again; and bring me word how 'tis with her.

[Exit an Attendant.] A fever with the absence of her son, A madness, of which her life's in danger. Heavens ! How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen, 4

The great part of my comfort, gone ; my queen Upon a desperate bed, and in a time When fearful wars point at me ; her son gone. So needful for this present: it strikes me, past 8

The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow, Who needs must know of her departure and Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee

394 ^nttr^^m: take into service

399 partisans: combined spear and battle axe

400 arm him: carry him {i.e. the body of Cloten) in your arms

4 touch: wound 8 present: emergency

98 The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, Hi

By a sharp torture.

Pis. Sir, my life is yours, 12

I humbly set it at your will ; but, for my mistress, I nothing know where she remains, why gone. Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your high- ness. Hold me your loyal servant.

1. Lord. Good my liege, 16

The day that she was missing he was here ; I dare be bound he's true and shall perform All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten, There wants no diligence in seeking him, 20

And will, no doubt, be found.

Cym. The time is troublesome.

[To Pisanio.] We'll slip you for a season; but our

jealousy Does yet depend.

1. Lord. So please your majesty,

The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, 24

Are landed on your coast, with a supply Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.

Cym Now for the counsel of my son and queen ! I am amaz'd with matter.

1. Lord. Good my liege, 28

Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of; come more, for more you're

ready : The want is but to put those powers in motion That long to move.

Cym. I thank you Let's withdraw; 32

And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not

16 Hold: consider 19 subjection: service as a subject

20 wants: lacks 22 slip you: let you go jealousy: suspicion

23 depend: remain in suspense

28 amaz'd: confused matter: affairs of importance

29 Cf.n.

The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, iv 99

What can from Italy annoy us, but We grieve at chances here. Away !

Exeunt [all but Pisanio^. Pis. I heard no letter from my master since 36

I wrote him Imogen was slain ; 'tis strange ; Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings ; neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain 40

Perplex'd in all: the heavens still must work. Wherein I am false I am honest ; not true to be true : These present wars shall find I love my country. Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them. 44

All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd; Fortime brings in some boats that are not steer'd.

Exit,

Scene Four

[Wales. Before the Cave of Belarius'\ Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Gut. The noise is round about us.

Bel. Let us from it.

Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure .f*

Gui. Nay, what hope

Have we in hiding us ? this way, the Romans 4

Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us For barbarous and unnatural revolts During their use, and slay us after.

Bel. Sons,

We'll higher to the mountains ; there secure us. 8

To the king's party there's no going ; newness

40 betid: befallen 43 find: reveal 44 note: notice

6 revolts: rebels 7 During their use: while they can use us

100 The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, iv

Of Cloten's death, — we being not known, not muster'd Among the bands, — may drive us to a render Where we have liv'd, and so extort from 's that 12

Which we have done, whose answer would be death Drawn on with torture.

Gui. This is, sir, a doubt

In such a time nothing becoming you. Nor satisfying us.

Arv. It is not likely 16

That when they hear the Roman horses neigh. Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes And ears so cloy'd importantly as now. That they will waste their time upon our note, 20

To know from whence we are.

Bel. O ! I am known

Of many in the army ; many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And, besides, the king 24 Hath not deserv'd my service nor your loves Who find in my exile the want of breeding. The certainty of this hard life ; aye hopeless To have the courtesy your cradle promis'd, 28

But to be still hot summer's tanlings and The shrinking slaves of winter.

Gui. Than be so

Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:

I and my brother are not known ; yourself, 32 So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown.

Cannot be question'd«

Arv. By this sun that shines,

II render: account 18 quarter'd fires: cam/> /Sr«

19 cloy'd importantly: crammed with matters of importance

20 upon our note: in noticing us 27 aye: forevfr 29 tanlings: creatures tanned by the sun

33 thereto so o'ergrown : also so overgrown with hair

The Tragedy of Cymheline, IV, iv loi

I'll thither: what thing is it that I never

Did see man die ! scarce ever look'd on blood 36

But that of coward hares^ hot goats, and venison !

Never bestrid a horse, save one that had

A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel

Nor iron on his heel ! I am asham'd 40

To look upon the holy sun, to have

The benefit of his bless'd beams, remaining

So long a poor unknown.

Gui. By heavens! I'll go:

If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, 44

I'll take the better care; but if you will not. The hazard therefore due fall on me by The hands of Romans.

Arv. So say I; amen.

Bel. No reason I, since of your lives you set 48

So slight a valuation, should i>eserve My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys ! If in your country wars you chance to die. That is my bed too, lads, and there I'll lie : 52

Lead, lead. — \^AsideS\ The time seems long; their

blood thinks scorn. Till it fly out and show them princes born. Exeunt.

35 what thing is it: what a thing it is

45 take . . . care: have . . . protection

53 thinks scorn: despises everything

102 The Tragedy of Cymheline, V. i

ACT FIFTH

Scene One [Britain. The Roman Camp^

Enter Posthumus [with a bloody handkerchief^.

Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones. If each of you should take this course, how many Must murder wives much better than themselves 4

For wrying but a little ! O Pisanio ! Every good servant does not all commands ; No bond but to do just ones. Gods ! if you Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never 8 Had liv'd to put on this ; so had you sav'd The noble Imogen to repent, and struck Me, wretch more worth your vengeance. But, alack! You snatch some hence for little faults ; that's love, 12 To have them fall no more; you some permit To second ills with ills, each elder worse. And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift. But Imogen is your own ; do your best wills, 16

And make me bless'd to obey. I am brought hither Among the Italian gentry, and to fight Against my lady's kingdom; 'tis enough That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress ; peace ! 20 I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore good heavens, Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself As does a Briton peasant ; so I'll fight 24

Against the part I come with, so I'll die

5 wrying: swerving 7 No bond: there is no obligation

9 put on: instigate 14 elder: of later date 15 Cf.n

23 weeds: garments suit: dress 25 part: party

The Tragedy of Cymheline, V, ii 103

For thee, O Imogen ! even for whom my life

Is, every breath, a death : and thus, unknown,

Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril 28

Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know

More valour in me than my habits show.

Gods ! put the strength o' the Leonati in me.

To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin 32

The fashion, less without and more within. Exit.

Scene Two

[Field of Battle between the British and Roman Camps]

Enter Lucius, lachimo, and the Roman Army at one door and the Britain army at another; Leonatus Post- humus following like a poor soldier. They march over and go out. Then enter again in skirmish, lachimo and Posthumus ; he vanquisheth and dis- armeth lachimo, and then leaves him.

lach. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood : I have belied a lady. The princess of this country, and the air on 't Revengingly enfeebles me ; or could this carl, 4

A very drudge of nature's, have subdu'd me In my profession } Knighthoods and honours, borne As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn. If that thy gentry, Britain, go before 8

This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.

Exit.

30 habits: clothes 32 guise: custom

1 htaivmcss and guih: i.e. the weight of guilt 4 carl: peasant

-04 The Tragedy of Cynibeline, V, lit

The battle continues; the Britons fly; Cymheline is taken. Then enter, to his rescue, Belarius, Gui- derius, and Arviragus,

Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground. The lane is guarded; nothing routs us but 12

The villainy of our fears.

J ' y Stand, stand, and fight !

Enter Posthumus, and seconds the Britons. They rescue Cymheline, and exeunt. Then enter Lucius, lachimo, and Imogen.

Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself;

For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such

As war were hoodwink'd.

lach. 'Tis their fresh supplies. 16

Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely : or betimes

Let's reinforce, or fly. Exeunt.

Scene Three [Another Part of the Field'\

Enter Posthumus and a Britain Lord.

Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand }

Post. I did:

Though you, it seems, come from the fliers.

Lord. I did.

Post. No blame be to you, sir ; for all was lost. But that the heavens fought. The king himself 4

Of his wings destitute, the army broken. And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying

16 hookwink'd: blindfolded 17 betimes: ^mV^far

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, V, Hi 105

Through a strait lane ; the enemy full-hearted. Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work 8 More plentiful than tools to do 't, struck down Some mortally, some slightly toueh'd, some falling Merely through fear ; that the strait pass was damm'd With dead men hurt behind, and cowards living 12

To die with lengthen'd shame.

Lord. Where was this lane ?

Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and walFd with turf; Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier. An honest one, I warrant; who deserv'd 16

So long a breeding as his white beard came to. In doing this for his country ; athwart the lane. He, with two striplings, — lads more like to run The country base than to commit such slaughter, — 20 With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer Than those for preservation cas'd, or shame. Made good the passage ; cried to those that fled, 'Our Britain's harts die flying, not our men: 24

To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. Stand! Or we are Romans, and will give you that Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save. But to look back in frown: stand, stand!' These three, 28

Three thousand confident, in act as many, — For three performers are the file when all The rest do nothing, — with this word, 'Stand, stand !' Accommodated by the place, more charming 32

With their own nobleness, — which could have turn'd A distaff to a lance, — gilded pale looks,

7 strait: narrow 20 country base: country game of prisoners' base

21 fit for: i.e. beautiful enough to be protected by

22 shaiTne: modesty 25 Heet: vanish 25-28 Stand . . . frown; c/n. 29 confident: in confidence 30 file: body of troops 32 more charming: charming others

106 The Tragedy of Cyvibeline, V, Hi

Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some, turn'd

coward But by example, — O ! a sin of war, 36

Danm'd in the first beginners, — 'gan to look The way that they did, and to grin like lions Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began A stop i' the chaser, a retire, anon 40

A rout, confusion thick; forthwith they fly Chickens the way which they stoop'd eagles ; slaves. The strides they victors made. And now our cowards — Like fragments in hard voyages — became 44

The life o' the need ; having found the back door open Of the unguarded hearts, Heavens! how they wound; Some slain before ; some dying ; some their friends O'er-borne i' the former wave ; ten, chas'd by one, 48 Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty ; Those that would die or ere resist are grown The mortal bugs o* the field !

Lord. This was strange chance :

A narrow lane, an old man, and two boys ! 52

Post. Nay, do not wonder at it; you are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any. Will you rime upon 't. And vent it for a mockery } Here is one : 56 \

'Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane. Preserved the Britons, was the Romans' bane.'

Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir.

Post. 'Lack! to what end?

Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend; 60

For if he'll do, as he is made to do, I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too. You have put me into rime.

42 stoo^' 6.: plunged 42,43 slaves . . . made; c/. n.

45 life o' the need: what sustained life in time of need

50 or ere: sooner than 51 bugs: terrors

The Tragedy of Cymheline, V , Hi 107

Lord. Farewell; you're angry. Exit.

Post. Still going? — This is a lord! O noble misery ! To be i' the field, and ask, 'what news ?' of me ! 65

To-day how many would have given their honours To have sav'd their carcasses ! took heel to do 't. And yet died too ! I, in mine own woe charm'd, 68

Could not find death where I did hear him groan, Nor feel him where he struck: being an ugly monsterj 'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds. Sweet words ; or hath more ministers than we 72

That draw his knives i' the war. Well, I will find him; For being now a favourer to the Briton, No more a Briton_, I have resum'd again The part I came in ; fight I will no more, 7ft

But yield me to the veriest hind that shall Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is Here made by the Roman ; great the answer be Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death; 80 On either side I come to spend my breath. Which neither here I'll keep nor bear again. But end it by some means for Imogen.

Enter two [^British^ Captains, and Soldiers.

1. Cap. Great Jupiter be praised ! Lucius is taken. 'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels. 85

2. Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly habit. That gave th' affront with them.

1. Cap. So 'tis reported;

But none of 'em can be found. Stand ! who is there? 88

Post. A Roman, Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds Had answer'd him,

64 noble misery: miserable nobility 72 more: other

74 now: but now 77 hind: fnenial

86 silly: simple 87 affront: attack

90 seconds: followers 91 answer'd: supported

108 The Tragedy of Cymheline, V, iv

2. Cap. Lay hands on him ; a dog !

A leg of Rome shall not return to tell 92

What crows have peck'd them here. He brags his

service As if he were of note: bring him to the king.

Enter Cymbeline, Belar'ius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pisanio, and Roman Captives. The Captains pre- sent Posthumus to Cymbeline, who delivers him over to a Gaoler [then exeunt omnes^.

Scene Four [Britain. A Prison"]

Enter Posthumus and [two] Gaoler[s],

1. Gaol. You shall not now be stol'n, you have locks upon you ;

So graze as you find pasture.

2. Gaol. Ay, or a stomach.

[Exeunt Gaolers.] Post. Most welcome, bondage ! for thou art a way, I think, to liberty. Yet am I better 4

Than one that's sick o' the gout, since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity than be cur'd By the sure physician death, who is the key To unbar these locks. My conscience, thou art fetter'd More than my shanks and wrists : you good gods, give me 9

The penitent instrument to pick that bolt ; Then, free for ever ! Is 't enough I am sorry? So children temporal fathers do appease; 12

Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent }

1 Cf. n. 2 stomach : appetite

10 penitent instrument: instrument of penance 11-17 Cf. n.

The Tragedy of Cymheline, V. iv 109

I cannot do it better than in gyves,

Desir'd more than constrain'd; to satisfy.

If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take 16

No stricter render of me than my all.

I know you are more clement than vile men.

Who of their broken debtors take a third,

A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again 20

On their abatement: that's not my desire;

For Imogen's dear life take mine ; and though

'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it;

'Tween man and man they weigh not every stamp ; 24

Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake:

You rather mine, being yours ; and so great powers.

If you will take this audit, take this life.

And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen ! 28

I'll speak to thee in silence. [Sleeps.^

Solemn music. Enter, as in an apparition, Sicilius Leonatus, father to Posthumus, an old man, attired like a warrior J leading in his hand an ancient matron, his wife, and mother to Posthumus, with music before them. Then, after other music, follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Posthumus, with wounds, as they died in the wars. They circle Posthumus round, as he lies sleeping.

Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, show Thy spite on mortal flies: With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, 32

That thy adulteries Rates and revenges. Hath my poor boy done aught but well.

Whose face I never saw.^ 36

14 eyves: fetters 21 abatement: diminished capital

24 stamp: coiti 26 You rather . . . yours; cf. n.

30 thunder-master: /«/>iter 34 Rates: chides

110 The Tragedy of Cymheline, V, iv

I died -vrhilst in the womb he stay'd

Attending nature's law : Whose father then — as men report.

Thou orphans' father art — 40

Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him From this earth-vexing smart. Moth. Lucina lent not me her aid,

But took me in my throes ; 44

That from me was Posthumus ript. Came crying 'mongst his foes, A thing of pity ! Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry, 48

Moulded the stuff so fair, That he deserv'd the praise o' the world. As great Sicilius' heir. 1. Bro. When once he was mature for man, 52

In Britain where was he That could stand up his parallel.

Or fruitful obj ect be In eye of Imogen, that best 56

Could deem his dignity.'' Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mock'd, To be exil'd, and thrown From Leonati seat, and cast 60

From her his dearest one. Sweet Imogen? Sici. Why did you suffer lachimo.

Slight thing of Italy, 64

To taint his nobler heart and brain

With needless jealousy ; And to become the geek and scorn

O' the other's villainy } 68

38 Attending: awaiting

43 Lucina: goddess who assists in childbirth

57 deem: judge 67 geek: fool

The Tragedy of Cymheline, V, iv n i

2. Bro. For this from stiller seats we came. Our parents and us twain, That striking in our country's cause

Fell bravely and were slain ; 72

Our fealty and Tenantius' right With honour to maintain. 1. Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath

To Cymbeline perform'd: 76

Then Jupiter, thou king of gods. Why hast thou thus adjourn'd The graces for his merits due.

Being all to dolours turn'd ? 80

Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out; No longer exercise Upon a valiant race thy harsh

And potent injuries. 84

Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good.

Take off his miseries. Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion ; help !

Or we poor ghosts will cry 88

To the shining synod of the rest Against thy deity. Both Bro. Help, Jupiter ! or we appeal.

And from thy justice fly. 92

Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an eagle: he throws a thunderbolt. 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 ? 96

Poor shadows of Elysium, hence; and rest

75 ha.rd\m&nt: deeds of valor 78 adjourn'd: d^/o>i^(/

80 dolours: jorr^wj 89 synod: assembly of gods

112 The Tragedy of Cymheline, V, iv

Upon your never-withering banks of flowers : Be not with mortal accidents opprest ;

No care of yours it is ; you know 'tis ours. lOO

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. 104 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. 108

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. 112

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 ; his ascension is 116

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 120 His radiant roof. Away ! and, to be blest. Let us with care perform his great behest.

[The Ghosts^ vanish.

Post. [Awaking.'} Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot A father to me ; and thou hast created 124

A mother and two brothers. But — O scorn ! — Gone ! they went hence so soon as they were born :

102 delighted: d^/iVW«/

116 as to foot us: as if to seise us in his talons

118 Prunes: pr^ew^ cloys: claws 120 marble pavement: JJby

i

The Tragedy of Cymheline, V. iv us

And so I am awake. Poor wretches^ that depend

On greatness' favour dream as I have done; 128

Wake, and find nothing. But, alas ! I swerve:

Many dream not to find, neither deserve.

And yet are steepd in favours ; so am I,

That have this golden chance and know not why. 132

What fairies haunt this ground.' A book.^ O rare

one! 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, 136

As good as promise. Reads.

'\Mienas a lion's whelp shall, to himself un- known, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air ; and when from a 140 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 144 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 148

As sense cannot untie. Be what it is. The action of my life is like it, which I'll keep, if but for sympathy.

Enter Gaoler.

Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for 152 death ?

Post. Over-roasted rather; ready long ago.

129 swerve: err 133 book: uriting

134 ia.ng\ed: fond of finery 138 Whenas: a7ie«

147 Tongue: speak hrain: understand

114 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, V, iv

Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir: if you be ready for that, you are well cooked. 156

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 160 more payments, fear no more tavern-bills, which are often the sadness of parting, as the procur- ing of mirth. You come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink, sorry 164 that you have paid too much; and sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain both empty; the brain the heavier for being too light, the purse too light, being drawn of heaviness : 168 of this contradiction you shall now be quit. O! the charity of a penny cord; it sums up thou- sands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it ; of what's past, is, and to come, 172 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 176 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 180 shall go.

Post. Yes, indeed do I, fellow.

Gaol. Your death has eyes in 's head, then ; I have not seen him so pictur'd : you 184 must either be directed by some that take upon them to know, or take upon yourself that which

156 well cooked; cf. n 158 the dish . . . shot; cf. n.

183 death: i.e. a death's head or skull 185 take upon: pretend

i

The Tragedy of Cymheline, V, iv ii5

I am sure you do not know, or jump the after inquiry on your own peril: and how you shall 188 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 192 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 196 the way of winking.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king.

Post. Thou bring'st good news ; I am called 200 to be made free.

Gaol. I'll be hang'd, then.

Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead. 204

Exeunt [all but Gaoler"],

Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a 208 Roman; and there be some of them too that die against their wills ; so should I, if I were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good ; O ! there were desolation of 212 gaolers and gallowses. I speak against my pre- sent profit, but my wish hath a preferment in 't.

Exit,

187 jump: risk 189 speed: fare

193 y/ink: shut their eyes 207 prone: eager

214 hath a preferment; cf. n.

116 The Tragedy of Cymheline, V, v

Scene Five

[Cymheline's Tenf]

Enter Cymheline, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, Pisanio, Lords [Officers, and Attendants].

Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart That the poor soldier that so richly fought. Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked breast 4 Stepp'd before targes of proof, cannot be found: He shall be happy that can find him, if Our grace can make him so.

Bel. I never saw

Such noble fury in so poor a thing; 8

Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought But beggary and poor looks.

Cym. No tidings of him?

Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead and living. But no trace of him.

Cym. To my grief, I am 12

The heir of his reward ; which I will add

[To Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.'] To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, By whom, I grant, she lives. 'Tis now the time To ask of whence you are ; report it.

Bel. Sir, 16

In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen: Further to boast were neither true nor modest. Unless I add, we are honest.

Cym. Bow your knees.

5 tr^rpes : sJiields 11 search'd: sought

17 Cambria: Wales

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Arise, my knights o' the battle : I create you 20

Companions to our person, and will fit you With dignities becoming your estates.

Enter Cornelius and Ladies.

There's business in these faces. Why so sadly

Greet you our victory ? you look like Romans, 24

And not o' the court of Britain.

Cor. Hail, great king !

To sour your happiness, I must report The queen is dead.

Cym. Whom worse than a physician

Would this report become ? But I consider, 28

By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?

Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; Which, being cruel to the world, concluded 32

Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd I will report, so please you: these her women Can trip me if I err, who with wet cheeks Were present when she finished.

Cym. Prithee, say. 36

Cor. First, she confess'd she never lov'd you, only Affected greatness got by you, not you; Married your royalty, was wife to your place ; Abhorr'd your person.

Cym. She alone knew this; 40

And, but she spoke it dying, I would not Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.

Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love With such integrity, she did confess 44

Was as a scorpion to her sight ; whose life,

28 consider: remember 38 AflFected: desired

42 ooenine: revealina 43 bore in hand: frptpvHp'^

118 The Tragedy of Cymheline, V, v

But that her flight prevented it^ she had Ta'en off by poison.

Cym. O most delicate fiend!

Who is 't can read a woman? Is there more? 48

Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had For you a mortal mineral; which, being took. Should by the minute feed on life, and ling'ring. By inches waste you; in which time she purpos'd, 52 By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O'ercome you with her show ; yea, and in time — When she had fitted you with her craft — to work Her son into the adoption of the crown ; 56

But failing of her end by his strange absence, Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite Of heaven and men, her purposes ; repented The evils she hatch'd were not effected: so, 60

Despairing died.

Cym. Heard you all this, her women ?

1. Lady. We did, so please your highness.

Cym. Mine eyes

Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery ; nor my heart, 64

That thought her like her seeming: it had been vicious To have mistrusted her : yet, O my daughter ! That it was folly in me, thou mayst say. And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all ! 68

Enter Lucius, lachimo, the Soothsayer, and other Roman Prisoners : Posthumus behind, and Imogen.

Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute ; that

The Britons have raz'd out, though with the loss

Of many a bold one ; whose kinsmen have made suit 71

46 prevented: anticipated 47 delicate: artful

50 mortal mineral: dead/3' /Joijon 55 fitted: prepared

65 vicious: wrong 70 raz'd: blotted

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That their good souls may be appeas'd with slaughter Of you their captives, which ourself have granted : So, think of your estate.

Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day Was yours by accident; had it gone with us, 76

We should not, when the blood was cool, have

threaten'd Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be call'd ransom, let it come ; sufficeth, 80

A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer ; Augustus lives to think on 't ; and so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat ; my boy, a Briton born, 84

Let him be ransom'd ; never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent. So tender over his occasions, true.

So feat, so nurse-like. Let his virtue j oin 88

With my request, which I'll make bold your highness Cannot deny ; he hath done no Briton harm. Though he have serv'd a Roman. Save him, sir. And spare no blood beside. 92

Cym. I have surely seen him; His favour is familiar to me. Boy, Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, And art mine own. I know not why nor wherefore 96 To say, live, boy': ne'er thank thy master; live: And ask of Cymbeline*what boon thou wilt. Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it; Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, 100

The noblest ta'en.

74 t?,t3itt'. situation 80 sn^ctih.: it suffices

83 pt^cuMar: personal

87 So tender . . . occasions: so considerate in attending to his duties

88 feat: dextrous virtue: merit

120 The Tragedy of Cymheline, V, v

Imo, I humbly thank your highness.

Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad ; And yet I know thou wilt.

Imo. No, no ; alack !

There's other work in hand. I see a thing 104

Bitter to me as death; your life, good master. Must shuflBe for itself.

Luc. The boy disdains me.

He leaves me, scorns me ; briefly die their j oys That place them on the truth of girls and boys. 108 Why stands he so perplex'd ?

Cym. What wouldst thou, boy.^

I love thee more and more ; think more and more What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on?

speak ; Wilt have him live.'* Is he thy kin.? thy friend? 112

Imo. He is a Roman ; no more kin to me Than I to your highness ; who, being born your vassal. Am something nearer.

Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so ?

Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please 116 To give me hearing.

Cym. Ay, with all my heart.

And lend my best attention. What's thy name ?

Imo. Fidele, sir.

Cym. Thou'rt my good youth, my page;

I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely. 120

[Cymbeline and Imogen converse apart.^

Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death ?

Arv. One sand another

Not more resembles ; — that sweet rosy lad Who died, and was Fidele. What think you ?

Gui. The same dead thing alive, 124

104 a thing: i.e. the ring on lachimo's finger

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, V,v 121

Bel, Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; for- bear; Creatures may be alike ; were 't he, I am sure He would have spoke to us.

Gui. But we saw him dead.

Bel. Be silent; let's see further.

Pis. [Aside.'] It is my mistress: 128

Since she is li^ang, let the time run on To good, or bad.

[Cymbeline and Imogen come forward.]

Cym. [To Imogen.] Come, stand thou by our side: Make thy demand aloud. — [To lachimo.] Sir, step you

forth ; Give answer to this boy, and do it freely, 132

Or, by our greatness and the grace of it. Which is our honour, bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falsehood. — [To Imogen.] On, speak to him.

Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render 136 Of whom he had this ring.

Post. [Aside.] What's that to him.?

Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say How came it yours ?

lack. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that 140 Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.

Cym. How! me?

lack. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that Which torments me to conceal. By villainy I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel, 144

Whom thou didst banish, and — which more may grieve

thee. As it doth me — a nobler sir ne'er liv'd

140 to leave: for leaving

122 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, V, v

'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord?

Cym. All that belongs to this.

lach. That paragon, thy daughter, — 148

For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail to remember, — Give me leave ; I faint.

Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength ; I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will 152 Than die ere I hear more. Strive, man, and speak.

lach. Upon a time, — unhappy was the clock That struck the hour ! — it was in Rome, — accurs'd The mansion where ! — 'twas at a feast — O, would 156 Our viands had been poison'd, or at least Those which I heav'd to head! — the good Post- humus, — What should I say.^ he was too good to be Where ill men were ; and was the best of all 16C

Amongst the rar'st of good ones ; — sitting sadly Hearing us praise our loves of Italy For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Of him that best could speak; for feature laming 164 The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, Postures beyond brief nature ; for condition, A shop of all the qualities that man Loves woman for ; besides that hook of wiving, 168

Fairness which strikes the eye.

Cym. I stand on fire.

Come to the matter.

lach. All too soon I shall,

161 sadly: soberly

164 feature: proportion of parts laming: making seem deformed

165 shrine: statue straight-pight: erect

166 Postures . . . nature; cf. n. condition: character

167 sho'p: storehouse 168 hook of wiving; c/. «.

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Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Post- humus — Most like a noble lord in love, and one 172

That had a royal lover — took his hint; And, not dispraising whom we prais'd, — therein He was as calm as virtue, — he began His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, 176

And then a mind put in 't, either our brags Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Prov'd us unspeaking sots.

Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose.

lach. Your daughter's chastity, there it begins. 180 He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams. And she alone were cold ; whereat I, wretch. Made scruple of his praise, and wager'd with him Pieces of gold 'gainst this, which then he wore 184

Upon his honour'd finger, to attain In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring By hers and mine adultery. He, true knight. No lesser of her honour confident 188

Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; And would so, had it been a carbuncle Of Phoebus' wheel; and might so safely, had it Been all the worth of 's car. Away to Britain 192

Post I in this design. Well may you, sir. Remember me at court, where I was taught Of your chaste daughter the wide diiFerence 'Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus quench'd Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain 197

178 crack'd: uttered boastfully trulls: sluts

179 unspeaking sots: fools incapable of speech 181 as: aj if, in comparison

183 Made scruple: expressed doubt 186 In suit: by suing

191 Of Phoebus' wheel: from the wheel of the chariot of the sun

192 car: chariot

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'Gan in your duller Britain operate

Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent;

And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd, 200

That I return'd with simular proof enough

To make the noble Leonatus mad.

By wounding' his belief in her renown

With tokens thus, and thus ; averring notes 204

Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet; —

Oh cunning ! how I got it ! — nay, some marks

Of secret on her person, that he could not

But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, 208

I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon, —

iSIethinks I see him now, —

Post. [Coming foncard.] Ay, so thou dost, Italian fiend ! — Ay me, most credulous fool. Egregious murderer, thief, anything 212

That's due to all the villains past, in being. To come. O ! give me cord, or knife, or poison. Some upright justicer. Thou king, send out For torturers ingenious ; it is I 216

That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend By being worse than they. I am Posthumus, That kill'd thy daughter ; villain-like, I lie ; That caus'd a lesser villain than myself, 220

A sacrilegious thief, to do 't ; the temple Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself. Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set The dogs o' the street to bay me ; every villain 224

Be* call'd Posthumus Leonatus ; and Be villainy less than 'twas ! O Imogen ! My queen, my life, my wife ! O Imogen, Imogen, Imogen !

200 practice": stratagem 201 simular: specioul

203 r&nown: good name 204 ay^Tvin^: avouching

217 amend: make seem less vile 222 she herself: i.e. virtue hers^ If

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Imo. Peace, my lord ! hear, hear ! 228

Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful

page, There lie thy part. [^Strihing her: she falls.]

Pis. O, gentlemen, help !

Mine, and your mistress ! O ! my Lord Posthumus, You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now. Help, help ! 232 Mine honoured lady !

Cym. Does the world go round.''

Post. How come these staggers on me ?

Pis. Wake, my mistress !

Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me To death with mortal j oy.

Pis. How fares my mistress ? 236

Imo. O ! get thee from my sight : Thou gav'st me poison : dangerous fellow, hence ! Breathe not where princes are.

Cym. The tune of Imogen !

Pis. Lady, 240

The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if That box I gave you was not thought by me A precious thing: I had it from the queen.

Cym. New matter still .f*

Imo. It poison'd me.

Cor. O gods ! 244

I left out one thing which the queen confess'd. Which must approve thee honest: 'If Pisanio Have,' said she, 'given his mistress that confection Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv'd 248

As I would serve a rat.'

Cym. What's this, Cornelius?

Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me

234 staggers: dissin ess 239 tunc: voice

241 stones of sulphur: thunderbolts

126 The Tragedy of Cymheline, V. v

To temper poisons for her, still pretending

The satisfaction of her knowledge only 252

In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs.

Of no esteem; I, dreading that her purpose

Was of more danger, did compound for her

A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease 256

The present power of life, but in short time

All offices of nature should again

Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it?

Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.

Bel. My boys, 260

There was our error.

Gui. This is, sure, Fidele.

Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you.^ Think that you are upon a rock; and now Throw me again. [^Embracing him.^

Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, 264

Till the tree die !

Cym. How now, my flesh, my child !

What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ? Wilt thou not speak to me ?

Imo. [Kneeling.'] Your blessing, sir.

Bel. [To Guiderius and Arviragus.] Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not; 268

You had a motive for 't.

Cym. My tears that fall

Prove holy water on thee ! Imogen, Thy mother's dead.

Imo. I am sorry for 't, my lord.

Cym. O, she was naught ; and long of her it was 272 That we meet here so strangely ; but her son

251 temper: compound 263 rock: precipice

268 blame ye not: i.e. am not surprised 269 motive: reason

272 naught: worthless long of: because of

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Is gone_, we know not how, nor where.

Pis. My lord.

Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten, Upon my lady's missing, came to me 276

With his sword drawn, f oam'd at the mouth, and swore If I discover 'd not which way she was gone. It was my instant death. By accident, I had a feigned letter of my master's 280

Then in my pocket, which directed him To seek her on the mountains near to Milf ord ; Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments. Which he enforc'd from me, away he posts 284

With unchaste purpose and with oath to violate My lady's honour ; what became of him I further know not.

Gui. Let me end the story :

I slew him there.

Cym. Marry, the gods f orf end ! 288

I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pluck a hard sentence : prithee, valiant youth. Deny 't again.

Gut. I have spoke it, and I did it.

Cym. He was a prince. 292

Gui. A most incivil one. The wrongs he did me Were nothing princelike ; for he did provoke me With language that would make me spurn the sea If it could so roar to me. I cut off 's head; 296

And am right glad he is not standing here To tell this tale of mine.

Cym. I am sorry for thee:

By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Endure our law. Thou'rt dead.

Imo. That headless man 300

275 troth.: truth 288 ioritnd: forbid

128 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, V, v

I thought had been my lord.

Cym. Bind the offender,

And take him from our presence.

Bel. Stay, sir king:

This man is better than the man he slew. As well descended as thyself ; and hath 304

More of thee merited than a band of Clotens Had ever scar for. [To the Guard.^ Let his arms alone; They were not born for bondage.

Cym. Why, old soldier.

Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for 308

By tasting of our wrath } How of descent As good as we }

Arv, In that he spake too far.

Cym. And thou shalt die for 't.

Bel. We will die all three:

But I will prove that two on 's are as good 312 ■

As I have given out him. My sons, I must 1

For mine own part unfold a dangerous speech. Though, haply, well for you.

Arv. Your danger's ours.

Gui. And our good his.

Bel. Have at it, then, by leave. 316

Thou hadst, great king, a subj ect who was call'd Belarius.

Cym. What of him .^ he is A banish'd traitor.

Bel. He it is that hath

Assum'd this age : indeed, a banish'd man ; 320

I know not how a traitor.

Cym. Take him hence :

The whole world shall not save him.

Bel. Not too hot:

304-306 hath . . . scar for ; c/. ». 320 Assum'd: attoinedl

i

The Tragedy of Cymheline, V.v 129

First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ;

And let it be confiscate all so soon 324

As I have receiv'd it.

Cym. Nursing of my sons !

Bel. I am too blunt and saucy; here's my knee: Ere I arise I will prefer my sons;

Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir, 328

These two young gentlemen, that call me father, And think they are my sons, are none of mine ; They are the issue of your loins, my liege. And blood of your begetting.

Cym. How ! my issue ! 332

Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treason ; that I suffer'd 336

Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes — For such and so they are — these twenty years Have I train'd up ; those arts they have as I Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as 340

Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to 't. Having receiv'd the punishment before, 344

For that which I did then ; beaten for loyalty Excited me to treason. Their dear loss. The more of you 'twas felt the more it shap'd Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, 348 Here are your sons again ; and I must lose Two of the sweet'st companions in the world. The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew ! for they are worthy 352

335 pleasure: ca/Ttce mere: sole

345 heaten: i.e. my being beaten 346 dear: great

347,348 shap'd . . . end: fitted my purpose

130 The Tragedy of Cymheline, V. v

To inlay heaven with stars.

Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st.

The service that you three have done is more Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost my children: If these be they, I know not how to wish 356

A pair of worthier sons.

Bel. Be pleas'd awhile.

This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius ; This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus, 360

Your younger princely son ; he, sir, was lapp'd In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, I can with ease produce.

Cym. Guiderius had 364

Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star ; It was a mark of wonder.

Bel. This is he.

Who hath upon him still that natural stamp. It was wise nature's end in the donation, 368

To be his evidence now.

Cym. O ! what, am I

A mother to the birth of three ? Ne'er mother Rejoic'd deliverance more. Blest pray you be. That, after this strange starting from your orbs, 372 You may reign in them now. O Imogen ! Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.

Imo. No, my lord;

I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers ! Have we thus met ? O, never say hereafter 376

But I am truest speaker: you call'd me brother. When I was but your sister ; I you brothers

354,355 The service . . . tell'st; c/. n. 361 Xdi^Vi' d: wrapped

363 probation : /too/ v 371 Rejoic'd: yt>3'^d tn

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When ye were so indeed.

Cym. Did you e'er meet ?

Arv. Ay, my good lord.

Gui. And at first meeting lov'd; 380

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 abridg- ment Hath to it circumstantial branches, which 384

Distinction should be rich in. Where } how liv'd 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, 388 And your three motives to the battle, with I know not how much more, should be demanded. And all the other by-dependances. From chance to chance, but nor the time nor place 392 Will serve our long interrogatories. See, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye On him, her brothers, me, her master, hitting 396

Each object with a joy: the counterchange Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground. And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. [To Belarius.] Thou art my brother ; so we'll hold thee ever. 400

Imo. You are my father too ; and did relieve me. To see this gracious season.

Cym. All o'erjoy'd

Save these in bonds ; let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort.

383 fierce abridgment: rapid narration

385 Distinction . . . rich in; cf. n. 389 your three: of you three

391 hy-dependances: side-issues 396 her master : i.e. Lucius

397,398 the counterchange . . . all; c/. n.

3 32 The Tragedy of Cymbeline, V, v

Into. My good master, 404

I will yet do you service.

Luc. Happy be you !

Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought. He would hav e well becom'd this place and grae'd The thankings of a king.

Post. I am, sir, 408

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, lachimo; I had you down and might 412

Have made you finish.

lach. [Kneeling.] I am down again;

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, 416

And here the bracelet of the truest princess That ever swore her faith.

Post. Kneel not to me :

The power that I have on you is to spare you ; The malice towards you to forgive you. Live, 420

And deal with others better.

Cym. Nobly doom'd:

We'll learn our f reeness of a son-in-law ; Pardon's the word to all.

Arv. You holp us, sir,

As you did mean indeed to be our brother ; 424

Joy'd are we that you are.

Post. Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd, 428

xA-ppear'd to me, with other spritely shows

410 beseeming: appearance fitment: preparation

413 finish: dt> 421 doom'd: judged

422 f reeness : generosity 429 spritely shows : ghostly apparitions

The Tragedy of Cymbeline, V,v 133

Of mine own kindred: when I wak'd, I found

This label on my bosom; whose containing

Is so from sense in hardness that I can 432

Make no collection of it; let him show

His skill in the construction.

Luc. Philarmonus !

Sooth. Here, my good lord.

Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.

Sooth. [Reads.'] 'Whenas a lion's whelp shall, 436 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 440 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 ; 444

The fit and apt construction of thy name. Being Leo-natus, doth import so much. [To Cymheline.'] The piece of tender air, thy virtuous

daughter. Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer 448

We term it mulierj which mulier, I divine. Is this most constant wife; who, even now^ Answering the letter of the oracle. Unknown to you, [To Posthumus.] unsought, were clipp'd about 452

With this most tender air.

Cym. This hath some seeming..

Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee, and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stolen, 456

431 conXaimng'. contents 432 irom sense: incomprehensible

433 co\\ect\or\: deduction 448 moWis a.eT'. tender air

452 clipp'd: clasped

1

J 34 The Tragedy of Cymheline, V. v

For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd. To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty.

Cym. Well;

My peace we will begin. And, Caius Lucius, 460

Although the victor, we submit to Caesar, And to the Roman empire ; promising I

To pay our wonted tribute, from the which We were dissuaded by our wicked queen; 464

Whom heavens — in j ustice both on her and hers — Have laid most heavy hand. I

Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune The harmony of this peace. The vision, 468

Which I made known to Lucius ere the stroke Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant Is full accomplish'd ; for the Roman eagle. From south to west on wing soaring aloft, 472

Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle, J

The imperial Caesar, should again unite His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, 476

Which shines here in the west.

Cym. Laud we the gods ;

And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils From our bless'd altars. Publish we this peace To all our subjects. Set we forward: let 480

A Roman and a British ensign wave Friendly together; so through Lud's town march: And in the temple of great Jupiter Our peace we'll ratify ; seal it with feasts. 484

Set on there. Never was a war did cease. Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.

Exeunt.

FINIS.

NOTES

I. i. 1-3. our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the king. Our disposi- tions are no more surely governed by the heavens, i.e. the stars, than are the looks of courtiers governed by the expression of the king.

I. i. 25. extend him within himself. 'My praise however extensive is within his merit.' (Johnson.)

I. i. 30, 31. According to Shakespeare, Cassibelan was Cymbeline's uncle, Tenantius Cymbeline's father. Holinshed gives a different genealogy.

I. i. 69. S. d. In the Folio this stage direction is the first in Scena secunda. Most modern editors make no change of scene, as there is no change of place or lapse of time.

I. i. 87. Always reserved my holy duty. Never forgetting my sacred filial duty of respect ; the modern equivalent would be 'with all due respect to my dear father.'

I. i. 101. Though ink be made of gall. 'Though the accent falls metrically on made I prefer to place it on be.' (Furness.)

I. i. 104-106. I never do him wrong But he does buy my injuries, to be friends Pays dear for my offences. Whenever I do him wrong I make it appear that he has wronged me and force him to buy off my wrath; in order to be friends he is willing to assume che blame and pay dear for my offences.

I. i. 116, 117. cere up my embracements from a next With bands of death. Folio reads sear up, and many former editors have explained the phrase as meaning to dry up, cause to wither etc. Furness points out that the New English Dictionary gives sear as a sixteenth and seventeenth century form of cere

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(i.e. to wrap in a shroud of waxed cloth), and feels that the reference to the hands of death leaves no doubt that the word here alludes to the cerements of death.'

I. i. 146, 147. overbuys me Almost the sum he pays. 'That is, he gives himself, worth any woman, and gets in return only my almost worthless self.' (Rolfe.)

I. ii. 13, 14. 'In order to spare him, Posthumus's steel sneaked roundabout Cloten's body, like a debtor trying to avoid his creditors.' (Delius.) Possibly, however, the reference is to Cloten's sword and his awkwardness'in fighting.

I. ii. 36, 37. The second lord plays on the word sign, interpreting it as constellation, and reflection as planetary influence.

I. iii. 4. As oifer'd mercy is. The clause which ends with this phrase is a good example of Shakespeare's elliptical style in Cymheline. Imogen's meaning is obvious, viz. the loss of a letter from Posthumus would be as hard to bear as the loss of a reprieve to a criminal (or possibly as the loss of God's mercy to a sinner).

I. iii. 17. I would have hrohe mine eye-strings, crack'd them. The eye-strings, or tendons of the eye, were supposed to crack at the loss of sight.

I. iii. 34-37. Utterly worthless are the guesses of editors as to what Imogen's two charming words would have been. As the north wind shakes the buds on the trees and so prevents their growing, so Cymbe- line's anger prevents this bud of love from ripening further.

I. iv. 13, 14. Dowden quotes 3 Henry VI II. i. 91, 92 : 'Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun.'

I. iv. 17, 18. words him . . . a great deal from the matter. 'Makes the description of him very distant from the truth.' (Johnson.)

I. iv. 20-22. the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours are wonder-

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fully to extend him. The praise of Posthumus by those friends and followers of Imogen who bewail their separation (those that under her colors weep this lamentable divorce) tends greatly to increase his repu- tation. The obscurity of this sentence rises from the incorrect position of the phrase 'under her colours/ and from the plural verb 'are' where a singular is required.

I. iv. 50-52. rather shunned to go even with what I heard than in my every action to he guided by others* experiences. Posthumus means apparently that as a young man he preferred to avoid agreeing exactly with all that he neard to being guided in every action by the experience of others.

I. iv. 62, 63. which may, without contradiction, suffer the report. 'Which may, undoubtedly, be pub- licly told.' (Johnson.)

I. iv. 66, 67. upon warrant of bloody affirmation. 'Pledging himself to seal the truth of it with his blood.' (Rolfe.)

I. iv. 151. a friend. This is the First Folio reading and is intelligible: lachimo says jocularly 'You are her friend and thus know her too well to risk much on her chastity.' Theobald altered a friend to afraid and in this reading has been followed by many editors.

I. iv. 171-173. provided I have your commendation for my more free entertainment. Provided that you will commend me to her generous hospitality.

I. V. 58. To he depender on a thing that leans. 'To be dependent on one who is himself dependent on others.' (Furness.) In the light of the two following lines Furness's interpretation seems less satisfactory than Johnson's, 'To be dependent on something that inclines towards its fall.'

I. vi. 6-9. most miserable , . . comfort. Those who have the most exalted desires are the most miserable of men (because their desires are likely to be un- attainable) ; but happy are they, however humble, who

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attain their simple desires^ for the fact of attainment gives a relish to (seasons) comfort.

I. vi. 20. Parthian. 'The ancient Parthian manner of fighting was to shoot at an adversary while flying or pretending to fly.' (Century Dictionary.)

I. vi. 34-38. which can distinguish . . . foul. Eyes which can distinguish between one star and another and between two stones of identical appearance as they lie on the beach, which is covered by numbers of them. And with such precious spectacles (as our eyes) can we not distinguish between fair and foul ?

I. vi. 44-46. 'Desire when it approached sluttery, and considered it in comparison with such neat ex- cellence, would not only be not so allured to feed, but seized with a fit of loathing would vomit emptiness, would feel the convulsions of disgust, though, being unfed, it had nothing to eject.' (Johnson.)

I. vi. 97, 98. timely knowing. The remedy then born. 'Upon timely knowledge the remedy is straightway born.' (Dowden.)

I. vi. 103, 104. Takes prisoner . . . here. 'From her alone does the passion of my eye catch fire.* (Dowden.) Many editors have followed the reading of the later Folios which changed 'Fiering' of the First Folio to 'Fixing.'

I. vi. 113-117. Not I . . . out. 'It is not I who divulge the utter depths of his change, inclined though I be to impart the news, but 'tis your loveliness thatj has conjured up this report from the innermost silence of my consciousness.' (Furness.) Probably 'inclined*! should rather be taken in the sense of 'because in- clined.'

II. i. 2, 3. when I hissed the jack, upon an up-cast ti he hit away. The reference is to the game of bowls* The jack is the small bowl at which the others arc aimed. The player 'kisses the jack' when his bowl

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touches it without moving it. Cloten's bowl was knocked away from this advantageous position by another bowler who rolled straight up.

II. i. 12, 14. curtail, crop. The verb to curtail is from the obsolete word 'curtal/ meaning a horse with a docked tail ; hence the second lord's feeble pun about cropping ears.

II. i. 26, 27. capon . . . comb on. Both these words refer probably to the fool's cap or coxcomb.

II. ii. 12, Our Tarquin. 'Our' because lachimo is an Italian. The story of Tarquin is told by Shake- speare in The Rape of Lucrece.

II. ii. 13. press the rushes. Tread upon the rushes (which, in Shakespeare's own time, were strewn upon the floors).

II. ii. 17, 18. lachimo longs to kiss Imogen's lips, 'rubies unparagon'd,' but obviously is not so foolhardy as to attempt it. The lips themselves do exquisitely, 'dearly,' what lachimo longs to do.

II. ii. 22, 23. The white and azure refer to the white eyelids with their blue veins. Cf. Keats, Eve of St. Agnes, 'And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep/ In both cases 'the blue of heaven' in the eyelids of the sleeper is intended to denote her purity.

II. ii. 27. contents o' the story. Details of the story pictured on the arras.

II. ii. 34. Gordian knot. The knot tied by Gordius, king of Phrygia, which was so intricate that no one could untie it. An oracle declared that he who loosed it should be master of Asia. Alexander the Great cut it, and the oracle was fulfilled.

II. ii. 45. The tale of Tereus. Tereus married Procne. According to some versions of the myth, he tired of her, pretended she was dead, invited her sister Philomela to be his wife, ravished her, and tore out her tongue. Philomela contrived to communicate with Procne. Together they killed Itys, son of Tereus,

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and served him up in a dish for Tereus to eat. Tereus was changed to a hawk, Procne to a swallow, Philomela to a nightingale.

II. ii. 48, 49. that dawning May hare the raven*g eye. That dawn may open the eye of the raven, a bird that wakes early.

II. ii. 51. time. lachimo has heard Imogen ask to be called at four. As the clock strikes he counts 'one, two, three,' and on the fourth stroke shuts the lid of the trunk saying, 'time, time.' (Ingleby.)

II. iii. 2, 3. turned up ace. The reference is to cutting a pack of cards, upon which occasion only ace is low. Ace and ass were pronounced alike: the first lord is quibbling.

II. iii. 136. south-fog. 'Southerne winds vnbind humours ... & they cause heauinesse of wits of feeling: they corrupt and destroy e, they heat, and maketh men fall into sicknesse. And they breed the gout, the falling euill, itch, and the ague.' {Batman vppon Bartholme, 1582, lib. xi, chap. 3, quoted by Furness.) Compare Coriolanus I. iv. 30: 'All the con- tagion of the south light on you !'

II. iv. 6-8. in these fear'd hopes . . . debtor. If these hopes, which are mixed with fears, are realised, I shall barely have enough to repay your aiFection; if they are not realised, I shall die much in your debt. Tyrwhitt's emendation, seared for feared, has been followed by many editors.

II. iv. 24. mingled with their courage. The First Folio reads 'wing-led with their courages.' Dowden interprets this to mean that wings of their army are led by courageous commanders. All the later Folios correct wing-led to read mingled, but retain the plural form of courage. The First Folio reading of this pas- sage requires a rather ingenious but far-fetched inter- pretation.

II. iv. 73, 74. strive In workmanship and value.

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In it the workmanship and the intrinsic value strive with each other for preeminence.

II. iv. 83. likely to report themselves. So lifelike that one might expect them to speak.

II. iv. 83-85. the cutter . . . out. 'The sculptor was as nature, but as nature dumb; he gave every- thing that nature gives but breath and motion.' (John- son.)

III. i. 20. 'The sea is made by the figure of speech a park, and the rocks a fence of oaks that pale it in.' (Porter & Clark.)

III. ii. 34. For it doth physic love. 'Grief in ab- sence keeps love in health and vigour.' (Johnson.)

III. ii. 36, 37. Lovers And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike. I.e. lovers bless the bees for the wax which seals their letters ; prisoners curse the bees for the wax which seals their lorfeited bonds.

III. ii. 42, 43. as you . . . eyes. A carelessly con- structed sentence which a multitude of emendations and explanations makes no clearer. Posthumus seems to mean that a loving look from Imogen would renew and revive him^ no matter how cruel the law and her father's wrath had been to him. Cf. Romeo: 'Look thou but sweet. And I am proof against their enmity.' (Romeo and Juliet II. ii. 72, 73.)

III. ii. 66. Why should excuse be born or ere begot? 'Why contrive an excuse before the act is done for which the excuse will be necessary?' (Malone.)

III. ii. 73, 74. sands That run i' the clock's behalf. 'Sands of the hour-glass that run instead of the clock.' (Collier.)

III. ii. 79-81. I see . . . through. I see only the course that lies directly before me. Everything else, here, and here, and beyond, is obscure.

III. iii. 16, 17. This service . . . allow' d. Bela- riusj in his involved style^ is here, I think, expressing

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sentiments akin to those expressed more clearly in the Collect for Peace by the clause 'whose service is perfect freedom.' 'This servile labour of ours is not servile, being done as we do it, but being so done it is approved {allowed) or enjoyed by us/

III. iii. 25, 26. Such men receive deference fron? the tradesmen who made the finery, but their accounts are not cancelled (for all this deference). Theirs is no life compared with ours.

III. iii. 51. which dies i' the search. Editors dis- agree about the antecedent of which, whether it is pain, or name, or fame and honour. The punctuation of the First Folio would indicate that fame and honour were not the antecedents, for there is a comma after fame. Whatever the antecedent, the general import of the sentence is clear.

III. iii. 96-98. in as like . . . conceiving. 'That is, acting my words as graphically as his brother. While Guiderius's gestures reflect the immediate impression of Belarius's tale, Arviragus, a more imaginative hearer, heightens what he hears by his greater energy of conception.' (Herford.) Figure is used in the sense of an acted part, as in Tempest III. iii. 83.

III. iv. 52. Whose mother was her painting. 'Who was born of her paint-box.' (Hudson.)

III. iv. 60, 61. Mneas, Sinon. The reference is to JEneas's desertion of Dido, queen of Carthage; cf. Vergil's Mneid, Bk. IV. Sinon, a Greek, with tears and protests deceived the Trojans, and persuaded them to take the wooden horse, filled with Greek sol- diers, into the city of Troy.

III. iv. 83. scriptures. Imogen uses the word literally in reference to the letters of Posthumus, which she implies have been her 'sacred writings'; then she plays on the word, using Holy Scripture as a synonym of orthodoxy, as opposed to heresy, in the next line.

III. iv. 86. stomachers. Again Imogen plays on

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words. She removes Posthumus's letters from her bosom, saying chat she will no more use them as stomacherSy as ornamental breast-coverings, worn by women, were called ; but she also has in mind the word stomach in its significance as courage: the letters of Posthumus will never again bring courage to her heart.

III. iv. 135. This line lacks one syllable in the Folios. Many editors, following Theobald, correct this defect in metre by adding the word Cloten to the end of the line. Porter and Clark, defending the Folio reading, suggest that the time of the missing word is filled up 'by Imogen's exasperated pause, when she can think of nothing bad enough further, except his name.'

III. iv. 140, 141. r the -world's volume Our Britain seems as of it, hut not in 't. Britain seems like a page torn out of the volume ; of it, but not in it.

III. iv. 177, 178. which will make him know. If that his head have ear in music. Pisanio is, I think, referring to the music of Imogen's voice. Your very telling of your accomplishments will, he says, make him realize one of them if he has a musical ear.

III. V. 9. your Grace, and you. Perhaps the you refers to Cloten, but I think not, for the farewell to Cloten seems to come in line 12; perhaps Lucius means to distinguish between the Queen and the woman, 'all joy to you as Queen and as woman' ; or perhaps for you we should read yours.

III. vi. 7. Foundations. Used quibblingly for (1) things which are supposedly fixed and permanent, and (2) endowed institutions, such as hospitals. Compare the following clause, 'such, I mean, where they should be relieved.'

III. vi. 24. Take or lend. Take my life or give me food, or 'Take what I have before {or in the sense of ere) you give me food.' (Dowden.)

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III. vi. 27. Such a foe. Heavens, grant me such a foe!

III. vi. 69, 70. In honesty I hid for you, as I do buy. Honorably I ask for your favor, as I would honorably pay for it.

III. vi. 84, 85. laying by . . . multitudes. Dis- pensing with the worthless tribute of fickle multitudes.

IV. ii. 29. miracle. The word seems to be used in the sense of mystery, and the sentence to mean: The identity of this youth who is loved before me is a mystery.

IV. ii. 59. stinking-elder. The elder was a tree of ill repute. Judas Iscariot was said to have hanged himself on an elder; black fungus droops from it; and both leaves and blossoms have an unpleasant odor.

IV. ii. 81. my clothes. Cloten is obviously re- ferring to court apparel in general, not to the clothes of Posthumus which he is wearing.

IV. ii. 109-112. Being scarce . . . fear. Having scarcely the wits of a man, Cloten was not afraid even of 'roaring terrors' which would terrify an intelligent man, for defect of judgment is often the cause of (not fear as Shakespeare carelessly writes but) boldness. The Cambridge editors suggest that a line may have dropped out, and that the original sentence may have had the following purport: 'defect of judgment supplies the place of courage, while true judgment is oft the cause of fear.' Dowden's suggested emenda- tion, cease for cause, though ingenious, is not convinc- ing. -Cease has not the true Shakespearean ring in this place.

IV. ii. 159-161. I would . . . answer. I wish that revenges would seek us out and call us to account, that we might meet them with all possible strength.

IV. ii. 252. Thersites' body is as good as Ajax*. Thersites, the most deformed in body and mind of all

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the Greeks at the siege of Troy. Ajax, a Greek war- rior, gigantic in body and of great courage. Cf. Troilus and Cressida.

IV. ii. 285. Upon . . . faces. This is apparently a direction from Belarius to scatter the flowers upon the faces of Imogen and Cloten; but Cloten's body is headless. Did Shakespeare forget?

IV. ii. 310, 311. His foot as nimble and graceful as that of Mercury, his thigh as mighty as that of Mars, his arms as strong as those of Hercules, his face as majestic as that of Jove. These references to the gods explain the first phrase in the next line, 'Murder in heaven !'

IV. ii. 313. Hecuba. Wife of Priam, king of Troy. In the player's recitation in Hamlet (II. ii. 544 AT.), Shakespeare refers to 'the instant burst of clamor that she made' 'when she saw Pyrrhus . . . mincing . . . her husband's limbs.'

IV. ii. 364, 365. otherwise . . . picture. 'Nature took away the life — who mutilated the body.^' (Dow- den.)

IV. iii. 29. Your preparation can affront no less. Your army is prepared to face as many.

V. i. 15. And make them dread it, to the doers* thrift. None of the many proposed emendations of this line seems necessary. Posthumus means that the sinner who is allowed to 'second ills with ills' begins to dread a future of continuous degeneration, and this fear is 'thrift' or profitable to the 'doer' or sinner.

V. iii. 25-28. Stand . . . frown. Stand, or we will play the part of the Romans and will give you that beastly death which, like beasts, you are shunning and from which you may save yourselves by looking back defiantly upon the enemy.

V. iii. 42, 43. slaves. The strides they victors made. This clause is parallel in construction to the preceding

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one. Those who came as eagles fled as chickens ; those who came as victors fled as slaves.

V. iv. 1. You shall not now be stoVn, you have lochs upon you. 'The wit of the Gaoler alludes to the custom of putting a lock on a horse's leg when he is turned out to pasture.' (Johnson.)

V. iv. 11-17. Posthumus here soliloquizes on the three steps which man must take to receive pardon and absolution, viz. contrition (1. 11), penance (11. 13-15), and satisfaction (11. 16, 17). The meaning of the first four lines is clear. Line 15, Desir'd more than con- strain'dy refers to the gyves, symbols of his voluntary penance; 11. 15, 16 signify that if satisfaction, to satisfy, be the main part of salvation, freedom, from sin, then the gods may take no less than all which he has and is, if thereby he may be freed.

V. iv. 26. You rather . . . yours. Men do not weigh every coin the}" receive, but accept them because of their 'image and superscription' ; so, although my life is not so valuable as Imogen's, yet the gods made it in their image and should the more readily, i.e. rather, take it in compensation.

V. iv. 156. well cooked. The reference is to meat which is hung up, either preparatory to cooking or instead of being cooked.

V. iv. 158. the dish . . . shot. 'The viands (namely, himself) pay the reckoning.' (Furness.)

V. iv. 214. hath a preferment. Includes a hope for my own advancement.

V. V. 166. Postures beyond brief nature. Beauties of form that surpass those created by hasty Nature.

V. V. 168. hook of wiving. Physical beauty, the hook wherewith wives catch husbands.

V. V. 304-306. hath More of thee merited than a band of Clotens Had ever scar for. Guiderius de- serves more from the king than a whole band of men

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like Cloten for actions for which they have been scarred in battle,

V. V. 354, 355. The service that you three have done is more Unlike than this thou tell'st. 'I have the less reason to be incredulous because the actions you have done within my knowledge are more incredible than the story you relate.' (Johnson.)

V. V. 385. Distinction should he rich in. A clearer statement should bring oat fully.

V. V. 397, 398. the counterchange Is severally in all. 'This is reciprocated by all.' (Rolfe.)

APPENDIX A

Sources of the Play

The name Cymbeline, and the political setting of the play, Shakespeare took from Holinshed's Chronicles of England. The wager-story, which forms the basis of the Imogen plot, is a familiar one in mediaeval literature; Shakespeare seems to have 'been chiefly in- debted for this story to the ninth novel of the second day in Boccaccio's Decameron. It is hardly likely that he was familiar with an English version of this story, published possibly in 1603 but probably not before 1620, called Westward for Smelts. Other versions of the story which Shakespeare may, or may not, have known in some sixteenth century English form, are the thirteenth century French romances, King Florus and Fair Jehane,^ Roman de la Violette, and Roman del conte de Poitiers; a fourteenth century French mystery play; as well as scattered German, Scandi- navian, and Gaelic versions. An English play printed in 1589, called The Rare Triumphs of Love and For- tune, may have suggested some names, characters, and incidents for Cymheline, The Winter's Tale, and The Tempest. Beaumont and Fletcher's Philaster re- sembles Cymheline in many details; the two plays were written at about the same time, and it is impos- sible to state definitely which influenced the other. Both plays indicate that a new type of drama was be- coming fashionable toward the end of the first decade of the seventeenth century ; it is quite conceivable that they were written contemporaneously and in friendly

1 English translation in Aucassin and NicoJette and Other Medifsval Romances, Everyman's Library Edition, E. P. Dutton.

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rivalry. The story of Belarius and the kidnapped princes, as well as the final solution of the complicated plot, seems to have been Shakespeare's own invention.^ Cimbeline, or Kymbeline, was, according to Holins- hed, a descendant of King Lear, and reigned in Britain from 33 B. C. to 2 A. D. He had been edu- cated in Rome and 'knighted' by Caesar Augustus. His sons were Guiderius and Arviragus. 'Our histories do affirme' that Cymbeline, and his father Tenantius (cf. Cymheline I. i. 31) before him, lived at peace with the Romans, 'and continuallie to them paied the tributes which the Britaines had couenanted with Julius Caesar to paie, yet we find in the Romane writers that after Julius Caesar's death . . . the Britaines refused to paie that tribute: whereat Augus- tus, being otherwise occupied, was content to winke; howbeit ... at length . . . Augustus made prouision to passe with an armie ouer into Britaine, & was come forward vpon his iournie into Gallia Celtica. . . . But here receiuing aduertisements that the Panno- nians . . . and the Dalmatians . . . had rebelled (cf. Cymheline III. i. 73-75), he thought it best first to subdue those rebells neere home.' Holinshed is at a loss to know whether to believe 'our histories' or 'the Romane writers,' but he records presently the arrival of an ambassador from Augustus at the court of Cym- beline, who came to bring to the British king the thanks of the emperor 'for that he had kept his alle- giance toward the Romane empire.' Later, Guiderius, after his accession, refused to pay a yearly tribute of three thousand crowns. Shakespeare, by attributing this refusal to Cymbeline, hoped to heighten the dramatic and emotional appeal of this singularly mild and uneventful portion of Holinshed's Chronicle.

1 For more detailed discussion of these points see Thorn- dike: Influence of Beaumont and Fletcher on Shakespeare, Worcester, Massachusetts, 1901, and Dowden: Cymbeline, in The Arden Shakespeare, third edition, London, 1918.

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Posthumus's account of the means whereby the British gained the victory (V. iii. 3-58) is taken from Holinshed's Chronicles of Scotland, which describe the sudden defeat of the Danes by the Scots, in the year 976, through the intervention of a husbandman named Hay, and his two sons.

The plot of Boccaccio's novel may be summarized as follows: Bernabo Lomellino of Genoa, stopping at an inn in Paris, boasts of his wife's virtue and devotion. Ambrogiuolo of Piacenza sneers at woman's virtue, and proves by philosophical argument that all women must be unchaste. Man is not chaste; woman is more frail than man ; ergo ! Entreaty, flattery, and gifts will win any woman. Bernabo repudiates philosophi- cal argument and reaffirms his faith in his wife, Ginevra. The discussion waxes hot. Bernabo, in his anger, wagers his head against a thousand florins that Ambrogiuolo could not tempt Ginevra to sin. Am- brogiuolo accepts the wager, substituting a sum of money for Bernabo's head, and starts For Genoa. Within three months he must return with indisputable proofs of his triumph over Ginevra's virtue. Just as he is despairing of success he meets a poor woman, to whom Ginevra has been kind, and bribes her to send him into Ginevra's chamber, in her chest, on the pre- tence that she is about to take a journey and wishes to leave her belongings in Ginevra's care. Night comes; he emerges from the chest, notes the situation of the room, its ornaments and pictures, and approaching the bed he admires the lady's beauty and perceives the mole on her left breast. For further evidence he removes a gown, a ring, and a girdle. Bernabo is not moved by the description of the room, nor by the articles of apparel, but is 'struck to the very heart' when Ambrogiuolo reveals his knowledge of the mole. He sets out for home 'most cruelly incensed against his wife,' and sends ahead a servant with a letter

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asking Ginevra to meet him on the way. The servant is instructed to murder her when he reaches 'a fit place/ Ginevra persuades the servant to let her escape, dis- guised as a page, and to carry word to his lord that she is dead. As page to a Catalonian lord she sails for foreign lands, and on her j ourneys encounters Am- brogiuolo and hears him tell, as a jest, the story of his wager. She arranges to have her husband brought over seas to listen as Ambrogiuolo tells this tale to the Sultan. The truth is then revealed, and after the Sultan has condemned Ambrogiuolo to be smeared with honey and eaten by wasps,^ they all sit down to a sumptuous banquet. It is only in the early part of the tale, the long-drawn-out angry debate which pro- vides some possible motivation for the story, that Boccaccio's plot surpasses Shakespeare's,

APPENDIX B

History of the Play

Cymheline was first printed in 1623, at the end of the First Folio, among the tragedies, and under the title. The Tragedie of Cymheline. The text was taken from a prompt-book copy, and was divided into acts and scenes; but it was so carelessly printed that it is full of obscure and perplexing readings. In this play Shakespeare seems to have had the assistance of a coadjutor, who was responsible for the Vision of Post- humus in Act V, which is not an integral part of the action, and perhaps for portions of the Belarius plot.

1 This episode of the honey and the wasps, not used by Shakespeare in Cymheline, is probably the source of the passage in The Winter's Tale (IV. iv. 816 ff.) in which Autolycus threatens the Clown with a similar fate.

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The play was probably first produced in 1610; in style, diction, and versification it resembles the two romantic comedies, The Winter's Tale and The Tem- pest, which appeared in 1610 and 1611, respectively. Dr. Simon Forman, astrologer, quack, and theatre- goer, who in his Booh of Plays kept a record of the plays he attended, gives a synopsis of the plot of 'Cimhalin* in an undated entry which follows an entry dated May 15, 1611, recording a performance of 'The Winters Talle at the glob.' On January 1, 1633/4, 'Cymheline was acted at court by the King's players. Well likte by the Kinge.'^

Irreverent hands were laid upon Cymheline in 1682 by Tom Durfey, who attempted to fashion it to the taste of his generation under the title. The Injured Princess or The Fatal Wager. The names of the characters are changed — Imogen becomes Eugenia, Posthumus is Ursaces, and lachimo is Shatillion; new characters are introduced, among them Clarina, who is Eugenia's confidante and daughter of Pisanio, and a drunken friend of Cloten's named lachimo. Pisanio believes in Imogen's guilt; the lascivious Cloten and his ribald friend kidnap Clarina with evil intent ; there is little left of Shakespeare's play but the outline of the plot. This perversion of Cymheline held the stage until 1720, when Shakespeare's play was produced at the new Lincoln's Inn Fields Theatre.

But in 1755 another attempt was made, by Charles Marsh, to refashion the 'old and crude' play; and in 1759 still another. This time the culprit was the Professor of Poetry at Oxford, William Hawkins, M.A., who possessed 'so thorough a veneration for the great Father of the English stage' that he 'retained, in many places, the very language of the original

1 Dramatic Records of Sir Henry Herbert, Master of th0 Revels 1623-1673, edited by J. Q. Adams, Yale University Press, 1917,

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author.' Fortunately 'unprecedented difficulties and discouragements in the theatre' prevented a long run at Covent Garden Theatre. Two years later, in 1761, Garrick made the first of his many appearances as Posthumus in Shakespeare's play. The play ran for sixteen nights, and the Dramatic Censor stated that Garrick's astonishing talents were never more happily exerted. In 1767 and 1770 Mrs. Barry played Imogen to Garrick's Posthumus. John Philip Kemble first played Posthumus in 1785; Mrs. Siddons first appeared as Imogen in 1787; and Charles Kemble, who had appeared as Polydore in 1812 played Post- humus in 1825. Macready played Posthumus in 1818. From the time of Garrick on, Cymbeline seems to have been a favorite play for one-night, benefit perform- ances. Helen Faucit was one of the great Imogens of the middle of the nineteenth century, and Ellen Terry's 'last great part on the Lyceum stage' was the role of Imogen in Henry Irving's gorgeous production in 1896. Irving chose to play the part of lachimo, and seems to have made an indifferent success in the role. Popular enthusiasm was devoted to Miss Terry's Imogen and to the setting by Alma Tadema.

While Garrick and the Kembles were using Cymbe- line almost yearly in England, the new and struggling theatres in the American colonies and states followed their illustrious example. From 1767 to 1793 eight revivals of Cymbeline occurred along our Atlantic sea- board, three in New York, two in Philadelphia, one in Boston, one in Annapolis, and one in Charleston, South Carolina. One hundred years later Cymbeline again became popular on the American stage. Mary Shaw Hamblin, who died in 1873, was a famous Imogen in the sixties. Adelaide Neilson in the seven- ties, Modjeska in the eighties, and Margaret Mather in the nineties kept the play familiar to American audiences. In 1906 Viola Allen again revived it, and

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in 1923 Edward H. Sothern and Julia Marlowe added it to their repertoire.^

APPENDIX C The Text of the Present Edition

The text of the present edition is, by permission of the Oxford University Press, based on that of the Oxford Shakespeare, edited by the late W. J. Craig. Stage directions, when not bracketed, are from the First Folio; bracketed stage directions are modern.

In the following list of variants from the Oxford text, the readings of this edition precede, and Craig's readings follow, the colon. The Folio authority is given wherever involved.

I. i. 116 cere: sear Ff

1. 1.117 bands: bonds Ff

I. i. 132 heap'st Ff: heap'st instead

I. iv. 68 constant-qualified : constant, qualified Ff

I. iv. 151 a friend Ff: afraid

I. iv. 177 understand Ff: understand that

I. v. 68 change thou chancest: chance thou changest Ff

I. v. 83 primroses: prime-roses Ff I. vi. 22 Imo. reads Ff : Imo.

I. vi. 24 trust Ff: truest

I. vi. 122 self exhibition Ffl, 4: self -exhibition Ff2, 3

II. ii. 32 sense Ff: senses Il.iii. 126 foil Ff: soil

II. iv. 6 fear'd Ff: sear'd

II. iv. 21 order'd Ff: ordered

II. iv. 24 mingled Ff2, 3, 4 (Fl wing-led) : winged II. iv. 75 So rarely Ff : rarely

II. V. 2 bastards Ff : bastards all

II. V. 27 may be named Ff2, 3, 4 (Fl name): man may name

1 For details concerning the various stage adaptations of the play see Fr. Liicke, iJber Bearbeitungen von Shake- speares 'Cymheline' (Rostock diss., 1909).

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III. i. 20 oaks Ff: rocks

III.ii.42,43 would even Ff : would not even

III. iv. 104 mine eveballs Ff : mine evebaUs blind

III. iv. 135 nothing: Fl nothing; F2 nothing? Ff3, 4

nothing Cloten

III. iv. 177 will Ff: you'll

III. V. 9 your Grace, and you Ff: your Grace. Qu. And vou !

III. V. 44 the loudest of (th' lowd of Ff ) : the loudest

III. V. 95 once, Ff : once

III. vi. 73 After long absence Ff: After a long absence IV.i.21 happily Ff: haply

IV. ii. 112 cause of fear Ff : cease of fear

IV. ii. 170 thou thvself Fl (thvself Ff2, 3, 4) : how thyself

IV.ii.207 but ay:" but I Ff

IV. ii. 237 to our mother Ff: our mother

V. i. 20 mistress; peace Ff: mistress-piece

V.iii. 92 leg Ff: lag

V. iv. 60 Leonati Ff : .Leonati's

V. V. 393 interrogatories Ff: inter-gatories

APPENDIX D

Suggestions for Collateral Reading

I. Editions.

E. Dowden: The Arden Shakespeare, 1903 (3d ed., 1918).

H. H. Furness: The Variorum Shakespeare, 1913.

II. General Criticism.

W. Hazlitt: Characters of Shakespeare's Plays, 1817. Everyman's Library edition_, pp. 1-11.

Lady Martin: On Some of Shakespeare's Female Characters, 1885.

Barrett Wendell: William Shakespeare, a Study in Elizabethan Literature, 1894, pp. 355-364.

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F. S. Boas: Shakespeare and His Predecessors, 1895, pp. 504-517.

G. Brandes : William Shakespeare, a Critical Study, 1898, pp. 615-634.

L. A. Sherman: What Is Shakespeare? 1902, pp. 9- 110.

G. F. Baker: The Development of Shakespeare as a Dramatist, 1907, pp. 293-295.

J. Masefield: Shakespeare, 1911, pp. 223-226.

A. Symons: Studies in the Elizabethan Drama, 1919, pp. 132-146.

W. W. Lawrence: The Wager in Cymheline. Pub- lications of the Modern Language Association, Decem- ber, 1920.

R. M. Alden: Shakespeare, 1922. Chapter vii.

INDEX OF WORDS GLOSSED

(Figures in full-faced type refer to page-numbers)

abate: 15 (I. iv. 78) abatement: 109 (V. iv. 21) abide: 42 (II. iv. 4); 67

(III. iv. 186) abode: 24 (I. vi. 53) abridgment: 131 (V. v. 383) abroad: 67 (III. iv. 180) absolute: 85 (IV. ii. 106) abuse: 95 (IV. ii. 351) abused: 16 (I. iv. 129) accidents: 89 (IV. ii. 192) ace: 35 (II. iii. 3) action: 42 (II. iii. 156) adjourn'd: 111 (V. iv. 78) admiration: 12 (I. iv. 5) advice: 7 (I. i. 156) ^neas: 63 (III. iv. 60) affairs: 55 (III. ii. 51) affected: 117 (V. v. 38) affiance: 29 (I. vi. 163) affirmation: 14 (I. iv. 67) affront: 98 (IV. iii. 29) ; 107

(V. iii. 87) after: 4 (I. i. 71) ; 24 (I. vi.

50) after-eye: 11 (I. iii. 16) Ajax': 91 (IV. ii. 252) allow'd: 57 (III. iii. 17) alone: 23 (I. vi. 17) amaz'd: 98 (IV. iii. 28) amend: 124 (V. v. 317) answer: 89 (IV. ii. 192) answer'd: 107 (V. iii. 91) an't: 96 (IV. ii. 387) apes: 89 (IV. ii. 194) apprehend: 57 (III. iii. 17) approbation: 13 (I. iv. 20);

17 (1. iv. 139) approve: 96 (IV. ii. 380) approvers: 43 (II. iv. 25) Arabian bird; 23 (I. vi. 17)

are: 29 (I. vi. 184) arm: 97 (IV. ii. 400) arras: 34 (II. ii. 26) articles: 18 (I. iv. 175) as: 123 (V. v. 181) assum'd: 128 (V. v. 320) astronomer: 54 (III. ii. 27) at point: 51 (III. i. 30) atone: 14 (I. iv. 44) attemptable: 14 (I. iv. 69) attended: 28 (I. vi. 142) attending: 57 (III. iii. 22);

110 (V. iv. 38) averring: 124 (V. v. 204) avoid: 6 (Li. 125) ay: 90 (IV. ii. 207) aye: 100 (IV. iv. 27)

ballasting: 78 (III. vi. 77) bands: 5 (I. i. 117) basilisk: 47 (II. iv. 107) 'bate: 55 (III. ii. 55) baubles: 51 (III. i. 27) beastly: 58 (III. iii. 40) behalf: 56 (III. ii. 74) being: 21 (I. v. 54) bend: 22 (I. v. 81) bent: 1 (Li. 13) beseeming: 132 (V. v. 410) betid: 99 (IV. iii. 40) betimes: 104 (V. ii. 17) blame: 126 (V. v. 268) bloods: 1 (L i. 1) bloody: 14 (I. iv. 67) boil'd stuff: 27 (I. vi. 125) bold: 42 (II. iv. 2) bond: 102 (V. i. 7) bondage: 47 (IL iv. Ill) book: 113 (V. iv. 133) boot: 21 (I. V. 69) bore in hand: 117 (V. v. 4S)

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bound: 37 (II. iii. 49)

brace: 16 (I. iv. 104) brain: 113 (V. iv. 147) brands: 46 (II. iv. 91) bravely: 45 (II. iv. 73) bravery: 51 (III. i. 18) brief: 122 (V. v. 166) bring: 8 (Li. 171) brogues: 90 (IV. ii. 214) bugs: 106 (V. iii. 51) buy: 5 (I. i. 105) by-dependancies: 131 (V. v.

391) by-peeping: 27 (I. vi. 108)

calves'-guts: 37 (II. iii. 33) Cambria: 116 (V. v. 17) cap: 57 (III. iii. 25) capon: 32 (II. i. 26) car: 123 (V. v. 192) care: 101 (IV. iv. 45); (IV.

iv. 50) carl: 103 (V. ii. 4) carriage: 68 (III. iv. 190) case: 64 (III. iv. 89) casual: 16 (I. iv. 105) century: 96 (IV. ii. 391) cere: 5 (I. i. 116) chalic'd: 36 (II. iii. 25) change: 23 (I. vi. 11); 49

(II. V. 25) characters: 54 (III. ii. 28);

83 (IV. ii. 50) charge: 62 (III. iv. 44) charming: 12 (I. iii. 35) check: 57 (III. iii. 22) cheer: 62 (III. iv. 41); 77

(III. vi. QQ) churls: 77 (III. vi. 64) cinque-spotted: 35 (II. ii.

38) circumstances: 45 (II. iv.

61) citizen: 81 (IV. ii. 8) civil: 75 (III. vi. 23) clean: 75 (III. vi. 20)

clipp'd: 41 (II. iii. 139) ; 133

(V. V. 452) close: 28 (I. vi. 139); 71

(III. V. 85) cloth: 40 (II. iii. 128) clotpoU: 89 (IV. ii. 184) clouted: 90 (IV. ii. 214) cloy'd: 100 (IV. iv. 19) cloys: 112 (V. iv. 118) cognizance: 47 (II. iv. 127) coining: 33 (II. i. 66) collection: 133 (V. v. 433) colour: 52 (III. i. 51) colours: 13 (I. iv. 21) colted: 48 (II. iv. 133) comb: 32 (II. i. 27) comfort: 22 (I. vi. 9) command: 66 (III. iv. 158) commends: 79 (III. vii. 9) common-kissing: 67 (III.

iv. 166) companion: 32 (II. i. 30) comparative: 41 (II. iii.

134) compare: 2 (I. i. 22) complaining: 96 (IV. ii.

375) conceiving: 60 (III. iii. 98) conclusions: 19 (I. v. 18) condition: 122 (V. v. 166) confident: 105 (V. iii. 29) confiners: 94 (IV. ii. 337) confounded: 14 (I. iv. 57) conscience: 27 (I. vi. 116);

35 (II. ii. 36) consequence: 40 (II. iii. 126) consider: 37 (II. iii. 31) ; 117

(V. V. 28) consign: 92 (IV. ii. 275) constant-qualified: 14 (I. iv.

68) containing: 133 (V. v. 431) content: 20 (I. v. 26) convey'd: 3 (I. i. 63) convince: 16 (I. iv. 109) cordial: 21 (I. v. 64) corners: 43 (II. iv. 28)

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counterchange: 131 (V. v.

397) country base: 105 (V. iii.

20) country mistresses: 14 (I. iv.

65) crack'd: 123 (V. v. 178) crare: 89 (IV. ii. 205) cravens: 63 (III. iv. 80) credit: 28 (I. vi. 157) crescent: 12 (I. iv. 2) crop: 31 (II. i. 14) Cupid's tables: 55 (III. ii.

39) curb'd: 40 (II. iii. 125) curious: 30 (I. vi. 191) curtail: 31 (II. i. 12) custom: 17 (I. iv. 155) Cytherea: 34 (II. ii. 14)

dark: 66 (III. iv. 147) dear: 129 (V. v. 346) dearly: 34 (II. ii. IB) death: 114 (V. iv. 183) decay : 21 (I. v. 56) deem: 110 (V. iv. 57) deep: 39 (II. iii. 96) definite: 24 (I. vi. 43) delicate: 118 (V. v. 47) delighted: 112 (V. iv. 102) demanded: 95 (IV. ii. 362) depend: 98 (IV. iii. 23) dependancy: 40 (II. iii. 123) depender: 21 (I. v. 58) depending: 46 (II. iv. 91) derogate: 32 (II. i. 50, 54) derogation: 32 (II. i. 49) desire: 24 (I. vi. 53) despite: 28 (I. vi, 135) Diana: 38 (II. iii. 74) diet: 67 (III. iv. 183) differing: 78 (III. vi. 85) dignified: 41 (II. iii. 132) discover: 26 (I. vi. 98) disedg'd: 64 (III. iv. 9Q) dish: 114 (V. iv. 158) dispatch: 64 (III. iv. 98)

distemper: 68 (III. iv. 194) distinction: 131 (V. v. 385) dolours: 111 (V. iv. 80) doom'd: 132 (V. v. 421) double: 27 (I. vi. 121) doubling: 67 (itl. iv. 180) doubting: 26 (I. vi. 95) drawn: 69 (III. v. 25) drug-damn'd: 61 (III. iv.

15) ducats: 17 (I. iv. 144) dullard: 126 (V. v. 266) duty: 4 (I. i. 87)

earnest: 21 (I. v. Q5) easy: 44 (II. iv. 47) effect: 20 (I. v. 43) elder: 102 (V. i. 14) elected: 64 (III. iv. 112) election: 3 (I. i. 53) empery: 27 (I. vi. 120) emptiness: 24 (I. vi. 45) enchaf'd: 88 (IV. ii. 174) encounter: 12 (I. iii. 32) ; 27

(I. vi. 112) end: 129 (V. v. 348) enforced: 80 (IV. i. 19) enjoys: 15 (I. iv. 91) enlargment: 40 (II. iii. 125) entertain: 97 (IV. ii. 394) entertainment: 18 (I. iv.

172) ere: 106 (V. iii. 60) estate: 119 (V. v. 74) even: 14 (I. iv. 50); 67 (III.

iv. 184); 75 (III. vi. 16) event: 69 (III. v. 14) exhibition: 27 (I. vi. 122) exorciser: 92 (IV. ii. 276) extend: 2 (I. i. 25); 13 (I.

iv. 22) extremity: 61 (III. iv. 17) eye-strings: 11 (I. iii. 17)

fact: 54 (III. ii. 17) factor: 29 (I. vi. 188) faU'n-off: 79 (III. vii. 6)

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false: 38 (II. iii. 74)

familiar: 16 (I. iv. 117)

fanes: 9 (IV. ii. 242)

f angled: 113 (V. iv. 134)

far: 2 (Li. 24)

favour: 24 (I. vi. 42); 62

(III. iv. 51) fear: 16 (I. iv. 112) fear'd: 42 (II. iv. 6) feat: 119 (V. v. 88) feated: 3 (I. i. 49) feature: 122 (V. v. 164) fell: 86 (IV. ii. 109) fellows: 64 (III. iv. 93) feodary: 54 (III. ii. 21) fetch: 4 (I. i. 81) fetch us in: 87 (IV. ii. 141) fierce: 131 (V. v. 383) figure: 60 (III. iii. 96) figures: 34 (II. ii. 26) file: 105 (V. iii. 30) find: 99 (IV. iii. 43) fine: 4 (I. i. &4); 57 (III. iii.

25) finish: 132 (V. v. 413) firing: 26 (I. vi. 104) first: 16 (I. iv. 117) fit: 67 (III. iv. 171); 80 (IV.

i. 2) fit for: 105 (V. iii. 21) fitment: 132 (V. v. 410) fitness: 80 (IV. i. 6) fits: 69 (III. V. 22) fitted: 118 (V. v. 55) fleet: 105 (V. iii. 25) flint: 76 (III. vi. 34) fog: 56 (III. ii. 80) foil: 40 (II. iii. 126) foot: 112 (V. iv. 116) for: 40 (II. iii. 128) ; 86 (IV.

ii. 129) forbear: 3 (I. i. 68) fore-end: 59 (III. iii. 73) forespent: 38 (fl. iii. 64) forestall: 71 (III. v. 69) forethinking: 67 (III. iv.

171)

forfend: 127 (V. v. 288) foundations: 75 (III. vi. 7) frame: 37 (II. iii. 51) franchise: 52 (III. i. 57) franklin's: 56 (III. ii. 78) fraught: 6 (I. i. 126) free: 18 (I. iv. 172) freeness: 132 (V. v. 422) fretted: 46 (II. iv. 88) fulness: 75 (III. vi. 12) fumes: 93 (IV. ii. 301) furnaces: 25 (I. vi. 66) furnished: 12 (I. iv. 10)

gain: 88 (IV. ii. 167) geek: 110 (V. iv. 67) general services: 80 (IV. i.

14) gentle: 82 (IV. ii. 39) giglot: 51 (III. i. 31) glorious: 22 (I. vi. 7) Gordian knot: 35 (II. iii. 34) Grace: 68 (III. v. 9) gratify: 42 (II. iv. 7) great: 83 (IV. ii. 61) grief: 43 (II. iv. 15) guess: 3 (Li. 60) guise: 103 (V. i. 32) gyves: 109 (V. iv. 14)

habits: 103 (V. i. 30) hand-fast: 22 (I. v. 78) hand-in-hand: 15 (I. iv. 80) hangings: 59 (III. iii. 63) haply: 57 (III. iii. 29) happily: 80 (iV. i. 21) happy: 67 (III. iv. 177) harder: 67 (IIL iv. 164) hardiment: 111 (V. iv. 75) hardiness: 75 (III. vi. 22) hardness: 75 (IIL vi. 21) haviour: 61 (III. iv. 9) head: 69 (IIL v. 25) hearing: 50 (IIL i. 4) heart: 33 (II. i. 62) heavens; 1 (Li. 2)

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heaviness: 103 (V. ii. 1) Hecuba: 94 (IV. ii. 313) Hercules: 93 (IV. ii. 311) hilding: 40 (II. iii. 128) hind: 107 (V. iii. 77) hold: 57 (III. iii. 20); 98

(IV. iii. 16) holy: 4 (I. i. 87) home: 72 (III. v. 92) honest: 22 (I. vi. 8) honour: 2 (I. i. 29) hoodwink'd: 104 (V. ii. 16) hook: 122 (V. v. 168) horse-hairs: 37 (II. iii. 33) humour: 22 (I. v. 81) hunt: 78 (III. vi. 89)

illustrous: 27 (I. vi. 109) imperceiverant: 80 (IV. i.

15) importance: 14 (I. iv. 47) importantly: 100 (IV. iv.

19) inclin'd: 27 (I. vi. 114) inform: 4 (I. i. 79) inherit: 55 (III. ii. 62) injurious: 52 (III. i. 48) intelligence: 27 (I. vi. 114) into: 29 (I. vi. 167) irregulous: 94 (IV. ii. 315) issues: 32 (II. i. 53) it: 66 (III. iv. 160)

jack: 31 (II. i. 2) jackanapes: 31 (II. i. 4) Jack-slave: 31 (II. i. 23) jay: 62 (III. iv. 51) jealousy: 98 (IV. iii. 22) jet: 57 (III. iii. 5) join: 2 (I. i. 29) journal: 81 (IV. ii. 10) Jovial: 93 (IV. ii. 311) jump: 115 (V. iv. 187)

keep: 53 (III. i. 73)

keep house: 56 (III. iii. 1)

ken: 75 (III. vi. 6) kissed: 31 (II. i. 2) knowing: 13 (I. iv. 31) knowledge: 3 (I. i. 60) known together: 13 (I. iv. 38)

labour: 74 (III. v. 168) laboursome: 67 (III. iv.

167) lamenting: 89 (IV. ii. 193) laming: 122 (V. v. 164) lapp'd: 130 (V. v. 361) lapse: 75 (III. vi. 12) lay: 17 (I. iv. 164) lay out: 39 (II. iii. 92) laying bv: 78 (III. vi. 84) lean'd: 4 (I. i. 78) leaping-time: 89 (IV. 11.

200) learn'd: 19 (I. v. 12) leave: 16 (I. iv. 114) left: 11 (I. iii. 14); 33 (II.

ii. 4) lend: 75 (III. vi. 24) liege rs: 22 (I. v. 80) life: 106 (V. iii. 45) like: 38 (II. iii. 59); 44 (II.

iv. 36); 58 (III. iii. 41);

91 (IV. ii. 237) likely: 45 (II. i v. 83) limb-meal: 48 (II. iv. 147) limit: 58 (III. iii. 35) line: 38 (II. iii. 72) livers: 66 (III. iv. 143) loathness: 5 (I. i. 108) locks: 108 (V. iv. 1) long of: 126 (V. v. 272) Lucina: 110 (V. iv. 43) Lud's town: 51 (III. i. 32)

made: 43 (II. iv. 30); 123

(V. V. 183) makes: 12 (I. iv. 10); 24

(I. vi. 38) manner'd: 29 (I. vi. 166)

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marble pavement: 112 (V.

iv. 120) mart: 28 (I. vi. 151) Martial: 93 (IV. ii. 310) marvel: 50 (III. i. 10) Mary-buds: 36 (II. iii. 26) match: 76 (III. vi. 30) material: 30 (I. vi. 207) matter: 13 (I. iv. 18); 98

(IV. iii. 28) me: 26 (I. vi. 86) mean: 22 (I. vi. 8) ; 55 (III.

ii. 51) means: 42 (II. iv. 3); 67

(III. iv. 180) medicine: 91 (IV. ii. 243) meed: 74 (III. v. 168) mend upon: 43 (II. iv. 26) Mercurial: 93 (IV. ii. 310) mere: 85 (IV. ii. 92); 129

(V. V. 335) mineral: 118 (V. v. 50) minion: 37 (II. iii. 46) miracle: 82 (IV. ii. 29) moe: 51 (III. i. 36) moiety: 16 (I. iv. 123) mollis aer: 133 (V. v. 448) monument: 34 (II. ii. 32) more: 107 (V. iii. 72) mortal: 118 (V. v. 50) motion: 26 (I. vi. 103); 49

(II. V. 20) motive: 126 (V. v. 269) mows: 24 (I. vi. 41) mute: 74 (III. v. 158) mutest: 27 (I. vi. 116)

naught: 126 (V. v. 272) neat-herd's: 7 (I. i. 149) need: 106 (V. iii. 45) nice: 49 (II. v. 26) niceness: 66 (III. iv. 158) nonpareil: 49 (II. v. 8) note: 12 (I. iv. 2) ; 19 (I. v.

2); 99 (IV. iii. 44); 100

(IV. iv. 20) nothing: 4 (I. i. 66)

nothing-gift: 78 (III. vi. 85) now: 107 (V. iii. 74) number'd: 24 (I. vi. 36)

oaks: 51 (III. i. 20) obedient: 63 (III. iv. 82) occasions: 119 (V. v. 87) 'Ods: 93 (IV. ii. 293) of: 11 (I. iii. 19) offer'd: 10 (I. iii. 4) opening: 117 (V. v. 42) oppositions: 80 (IV. i. 15) or: 15 (I. iv. 95); 106 (V.

iii. 50) orbs: 24 (I. vi. 35) order'd: 43 (II. iv. 21) ordinance: 87 (IV. ii. 145) orisons: 12 (I. iii. 32) out of door: 23 (I. vi. 15) out-craftied: 61 (III. iv. 15) out-peer: 78 (III. vi. 86) outsell: 46 (II. iv. 86) outstood: 30 (I. vi. 207) outwent: 45 (II. iv. 84) overbuys: 7 (I. i. 46) owe: 51 (III. i. 38)

packing: 71 (III. v. 80) paid: 91 (IV. ii. 246) paled: 51 (III. i. 19) panged: 64 (III. iv. 98) pantler: 41 (II. iii. 129) part: 102 (V. i. 25) parted: 77 (III. vi. 51) Parthian: 23 (I. vi. 20) partisans: 97 (IV. ii. 399) partner'd: 27 (I. vi. 121) passable: 9 (I. ii. 10) passage: 64 (III. iv. 94) peculiar: 119 (V. v. 83) penetrate: 36 (II. iii. 14) penitent: 108 (V. iv. 10) perfect: 53 (III. i. 73) persuasion: 16 (I. iv. 130) pervert: 48 (II. iv. 151) Phoebus: 36 (II. iii. 23) pinching: 58 (III. iii. 38)

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pittikins: 93 (IV. ii. 293) pleasure: 129 (V. v. 335) point: 51 (III. i. 30); 61

(III. iv. 16) posted: 43 (II. iv. 27) posting: 62 (III. iv. 38) power of: 80 (IV. i. 23) practice: 124 (V. v. 200) precious: 84 (IV. ii. 83) prefer: 37 (II. iii. 51) preferr'd: 41 (II. iii. 136) pregnant: 94 (IV. ii. 325) present: 48 (II. iv. 137); 97

(IV. iii. 8) press: 34 (II. ii. 13) pretty: 66 (III. iv. 150) prevented: 118 (V. v. 46) price: 3 (I. i. 51) prize: 78 (III. vi. 76) probable: 47 (II. iv. 115) probation: 130 (V. v. 363) prone: 115 (V. iv. 207) proof: 25 (I. vi. 70); 53

(III. i. 77) proper: 63 (III. iv. 64); 85

(IV. ii. 97) prove: 20 (I. v. 38); 43 (II.

iv. 17) prunes: 112 (V. iv. 118) pudency: 49 (II. v. 11) purpos'd: 1 (I. i. 5) put on: 102 (V. i. 9) puttock: 7 (I. i. 140)

quality: 13 (I. iv. 25) quarter'd fires: 100 (IV. iv.

18) quench: 21 (I. v. 47) question: 44 (II. iv. 52)

ramps ! 28 (I. vi. 134) rangers: 38 (II. iii. 74) raps: 24 (I. vi. 51) rare: 6 (I. i. 135) rareness: 64 (III. iv. 95) rated: 15 (I. iv. 88)

rates: 109 (V. iv. 34) ravening: 24 (I. vi. 49) raven's: 35 (II. ii. 49) raz'd: 118 (V. v. 70) reason: 81 (IV. ii. 14) reck: 87 (IV. ii. 154) recoil: 27 (I. vi. 128) reek: 9 (I. ii. 2) referr'd: 1 (I. i. 6) reflection: 10 (I. ii. 37) rejoic'd: 130 (V. v. 371) relish: 54 (III. ii. 30) remain: 53 (III. ii. 87) remainders: 6 (I. i. 129) remembrancer: 22 (I. v. 77) render: 47 (II. iv. 119); 100

(IV. iv. 11) renown: 124 (V. v. 203) report: 14 (I. iv. 63); 45

(II. iv. 83); 58 (III. iii.

57) reserv'd: 4 (I. i. 87) resty: 76 (III. vi. 34) revolt: 27 (I. vi. 112) revolts: 99 (IV. iv. 6) ripely: 69 (III. v. 22) rock: 126 (V. v. 263) ruddock: 90 (IV. ii. 224) runagate: 28 (I. vi. 137) rushes: 34 (II. ii. 13)

sad: 25 (I. vi. 63) sadly: 122 (V. v. 161) sadness: 25 (I. vi. 62) safe: 86 (IV. ii. 131) sands: 56 (III. ii. 73) saucy: 28 (I. vi. 151) saving reverence: 80 (IV. i.

5) scriptures: 63 (III. iv. 83) scruple: 123 (V. v. 183) search'd: 116 (V. v. 11) seasons: 22 (I. vi, 9) seconds: 107 (V. iii. 90) see: 6 (I. i. 124) seeming: 62 (III. iv. 56)

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self: 27 (I. vi. 122) self-figur'd: 40 (II. iii. 124) sense: 34 (II. ii. 32); 133

(V. V. 432) senseless: 38 (II. iii. 58) services: 80 (IV. i. 14) serving: 67 (I'll. iv. 173) set up: 64 (III. iv. 90) severally: 131 (V. v. 398) shade: 68 (III. iv. 194) shame: 105 (V. iii. 22) shap'd: 129 (V. v. 347) sharded: 57 (III. iii. 20) shift: 9 (I. ii. 1); 21 (1. v.

54) shop: 122 (V. v. 167) shot: 114 (V. iv. 158) show: 20 (I. v. 40) shows: 132 (V. v. 429) shrine: 122 (V. v. 165) sign: 10 (I. ii. 34) silly: 107 (V. iii. 86) simular: 124 (V. v. 201) singular: 65 (III. iv. 124) Sinon: 63 (III. iv. 61) slander: 4 (I. i. 71) slight: 69 (III. v. 35) slip: 98 (IV. iii. 22) snatches: 85 (IV. ii. 105) snuff: 26 (I. vi. 87) soldier: 67 (III. iv. 186) something: 4 (I. i. 86) sorer: 75 (III. vi. 13) sots: 123 (V. V. 179) south-fog: CI (II. iii. 136) speak: 2 (I. ii. 24) speed: 115 (V. iv. 189) spongy : 95 (IV. ii. 349) sp righted: 41 (II. iii. 144) sprightly: 78 (III. vi. 74) spritelv: 132 (V. v. 429) spurn:' 80 (IV. i. 21) spurs: 83 (IV. ii. 58) squire's cloth: 40 (II. iii.

128) staggers: 125 (V. v. 234) stamp: 109 (V. iv. 24)

stand: 9 (I. ii. 15); 38 (II.

iii. 75) starve: 18 (I. iv. 187) statist: 43 (II. iv. 16) steel: 9 (I. ii. 13) stew: 28 (I. vi. 152) still: 1 (I. i. 3); 126 (V. v.

251) stinking-elder: 83 (IV. ii.

59) stir: 82 (IV. ii. 38) stomach: 108 (V. iv. 2) stomachers: 63 (III. iv. 86) stones of sulphur: 125 (V.

V. 241) stoop'd: 106 (V. iii. 42) story: 13 (I. iv. 36) straight-pight: 122 (V. v.

165) strain: 64 (III. iv. 95); 82

(IV. ii. 24) strait: 105 (V. iii. 7) strange: 24 (I. vi. 54) stride: 58 (III. iii. 35) strive: 45 (II. iv. 73) strong: 47 (II. iv. 131) stuff: 27 (I. vi. 125) subjection: 98 (IV. iii. 19) suffer: 14 (I. iv. 63) sufficeth: 119 (V. v. 80) suff ranee: 69 (III. v. 35) suit: 102 (V. i. 23); 123 (V.

V. 186) suits: 13 (I. iv. 30) summer: 61 (III. iv. 12) supplyant: 79 (III. vii. 14) sur-addition: 2 (I. i. 33) sure: 28 (I. vi. 139) swathing: 3 (I. i. 59) sweet: 22 (I. v. 80) swerve: 113 (V. iv. 129) synod: 111 (V. iv. 89)

tabled: 12 (I. iv. 7) tables: 55 (III. ii. 39) take: 101 (IV. iv. 45) take in: 54 (III. ii. 9)

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take up: 31 (II. i. 4) take upon: 114 (V. iv. 185) talents: 25 (I. vi. 80) taniings: 100 (IV. iv. 29) targes: 116 (V. v. o) Tarquin: 34 (II. ii. 12) temper: 126 (V. v. 251) tender: 30 (I. vi. 208); 119

(V. V. 87) tenderness: 5 (I. i. 94) tent: 65 (III. iv. 118) Tereus: 35 (II. ii. 45) term: 5 (Li. 107) thereto: 100 (IV. iv. 33) Thersites': 91 (IV. ii. 252) thick: 55 (III. ii. 57) thinks scorn: 101 (IV. iv.

53) thrift: 102 (V. i. 15) throughfare: 9 (I. ii. 11) throughly: 42 (II. iv. 12) thunder-master: 109 (V. iv.

30) thunder-stone: 92 (IV. ii.

271) time: 2 (Li. 43); 80 (IV. i.

13) tinct: 34 (II. ii. 23) tir'st: 64 (III. iv. 97) Titan: 67 (III. iv. 166) to: 54 (III. ii. 10) together: 13 (I. iv. 38) torn-boys: 27 (I. vi. 122) tongue: 17 (I. iv. 155); 113

(V. iv. 147) touch: 6 (Li. 135); 97 (IV.

iii. 4) tovs: 89 (IV. ii. 193) trims: 67 (III. iv. 167) troth: 127 (V. v. 275) trow: 24 (I. vi. 47) true: 38 (II. iii. 76) truest: 29 (I. vi. 166) trulls: 123 (V. v. 178) tune: 125 (V. v. 239) turn: 4 (I. i. 81) twinn'd: 24 (I. vi. 35)

unbent: 64 (III. iv. Ill) uncross'd: 57 (III. iii. 2Q) undergo: 17 (I. iv. 158); 72

(III. V. 110) undertake: 32 (II. i. 30) unparagon'd: 34 (II. ii. 17) unpaved: 37 (II. iii. 34) unspeakine: 123 (V. v. 179) up: 46 (IL iv. 97) up-cast: 31 (II. i. 2) use: 52 (III. i. 56) utterance: 53 (III. i. 73)

vantage: 11 (I. iii. 24) varlet: 84 (IV. ii. 83) ventures: 27 (I. vi. 123) verbal: 40 (IL iii. Ill) very: 85 (IV. ii. 107) vicious: 118 (V. V. 65) view: 66 (III. iv. 150) vigour: 19 (I. v. 31) virtue: 119 (V. v. 88)

wage: 17 (I. iv. 149) waggish: 66 fllL iv. 160) wake: 64 (III. iv. 104) walk: 8 (Li. 176) walls: 62 (III. iv. 54) wanton: 81 (IV. ii. 8) wants: 98 (IV. iii. 20) warrant: 14 (I. iv. 66) watch: 62 (III. iv. 43) watching: 45 (II. iv. 68) weather: 59 (III. iii. 64) weeds: 102 (V. i. 23) wench-like: 90 (IV. ii. 230) what: 62 (III. iv. 34) whenas: 113 (V. iv. 138) whoreson: 31 (II. i. 4) wildlv: 88 (IV. ii. 180) wildiiess: 61 (III. iv. 9) windows: 34 (II. ii. 22) wink: 115 (V. iv. 193) winking: 36 (II. iii. 2Q) ; 48

(II. iv. 89) winter ground: 90 (IV. ii.

229)

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without: 13 (I. iv. 24) witness: 63 (III. iv. 68) woodman: 76 (III. vi. 28) words: 13 (I. iv. 17) worms: 62 (III. iv. 37)

wrack: 26 (I. vi. 84) wrings: 78 (III. vi. 78) wrying: 102 (V. i. 5)

your: 131 (V. v. 389)

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