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Cymbeline

Act V, Scene 5

Cymbeline's tent.
 
[Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants]
 
CYMBELINE
             ,        ,     ,                ,           ,
      Stand^by | my side | you, whom | the gods | have made
           ,       ,         ,      ,            ,
      Preserv|ers of | my throne:| woe is | my heart,
                   ,    ,              ,   ,        ,
      That the / poor sold|ier that / so rich|ly fought,
              ,       T     Tx     T           ,        ,
      Whose rags,| shamed gilded arms,| whose nak|ed breast
         ,             ,     2     ,         ,         ,
      Stepped be|fore lar|ges of proof,| cannot | be found:
       ,             ,       ,          ,          ,
      He shall | be hap|py that | can find | him, if
            ,           ,         ,
      Our grace | can make | him so.
 
BELARIUS
                                        ,      ,
                                     I nev|er saw
            ,      ,     ,        ,        ,
      Such^nob|le fu|ry in | so poor | a thing;
            ,          ,         ,          ,    2      ,
      Such^pre|cious deeds | in one | that prom|ises nought
           ,   2            ,    ,
      But beg|gary, and / poor looks.
 
CYMBELINE
                                          ,         x
                                      No tid|ings of him?
 
PISANIO
       ,     2           ,        ,          ,          ,
      He hath been | searched a|mong the | dead, and | living,
           ,     ,     
      But no | trace of | him.
 
CYMBELINE
                                ,        ,     ,
                               To | my grief,| I am
            ,        ,        ,          ,         ,
      The heir | of his | reward,| which^I | will add
          ,           x       ,            ,         ,
      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.
 
BELARIUS
                                                   ,
                                                  Sir,
          ,    2   ,         ,         ,      ,
      In Camb|ria are | we born,| and gent|lemen:
       ,     2       ,            ,          ,          ,
      Further to | boast, were | neither | true, nor | modest,
          ,       ,      2     ,
      Unless | I add,| we are hon|est.
 
CYMBELINE
                                        ,           ,
                                       Bow | your knees:
         ,          ,        2       x     ,      ,
      Arise | my knights | of the battle,| I cre|ate you
          ,        ,        ,        ,          ,        2->
      Compan|ions to | our pers|on, and | will fit || you
            ,      ,       ,        ,        ,
      With dig|nities | becom|ing your | estates.
         ,     ,          2         ,       ,        ,
      There's bus/iness in these | faces:| why so | sadly
        ,              ,    2           ,    ,     ,
      Greet you | our vic|tory? You / look like | Romans,
           ,      2      ,          ,
      And not | of the court | of Brit|ain.
 
CORNELIUS
                                              ,            ,
                                            Hail | great^king,
           ,          ,      ,        ,        ,
      To sour | your hap|piness,| I must | report
            ,          ,
      The queen | is dead.
 
CYMBELINE
                            ,    ,         2       ,
                           Who worse / than a phy|sician
        ,       2     ,       ,         ,      ,
      Would this re|port be|come? But | I con|sider,
          ,    2     ,         ,         ,           ,
      By med|icine life | may be | prolonged,| yet death
             ,          ,       ,         ,      ,
      Will seize | the doc|tor too.| How end|ed she?
 
CORNELIUS
            ,        ,      ,        ,          ,
      With hor|ror, mad|ly dy|ing, like | her life,
        ,      2      ,       ,         ,         ,
      Which (being | cruel | to the | world) con|cluded
        ,   ,               ,          ,          ,
      Most cru/el to | herself.| What she | confessed,
      ,     2     ,           ,           ,          ,
      I will re|port, so | please you.| These her | women
            ,         ,      ,                ,     ,
      Can trip | me, if | I err,| who with / wet cheeks
             ,        ,         ,
      Were pres|ent when | she fin|ished.
 
CYMBELINE
                                            ,       ,
                                          Prith|ee say.
 
CORNELIUS
        ,       2       ,          ,        ,          ,
      First, she con|fessed she | never | loved you:| only
         ,        ,         ,     ,         ,    
      Affec|ted great|ness got | by you*:| not you*:
       ,              ,     ,         ,      2       ,
      Married | your roy|alty,| was wife | to your place:
           ,            ,
      Abhorred | your pers|on.
 
CYMBELINE
                               ,       ,      ,
                              She | alone | knew this:
           ,          ,         ,      ,          ,
      And but | she spoke | it dy|ing, I | would not
          ,           ,        ,        ,        ,
      Believe | her lips | in ope|ning it.| Proceed.
 
CORNELIUS
             ,          ,          ,         ,         ,
      Your daught|er, whom | she bore | in hand | to love
             ,       ,     ,        ,         ,
      With such | integ|rity,| she did | confess
           ,       ,    2   ,         ,             ,
      Was as | a scor|pion to | her sight,| whose life
        ,                ,          ,      ,    ,
      (But that | her flight | prevent|ed it)| she had
            ,        ,
      Tane^off | by pois|on.
 
CYMBELINE
                                  ,   ,   2      ,
                            O / most del|icate fiend!
            x           ,       ,       ,           ,
      Who is it | can read | a wom|an? Is | there more?
 
CORNELIUS
        ,              ,          ,         ,         ,
      More sir,| and worse.| She did | confess | she had
           ,        ,       ,         ,       2     ,
      For you | a mort|al mine|ral, which | being took,
         ,     2       ,         ,         ,           ,   2
      Should by the | minute | feed on | life, and | lingering,
           ,       ,           ,           ,         ,        ->
      By inch|es waste | you. In | which^time,| she pur||posed,
       ,     ,         ,         ,            ,          2->
      By | watching,| weeping,| tendance*,| kissing,|| to
           ,     ,               ,     T   T   T
      Orecome | you with | her show;| and in time
         ,             ,       ,        2      ,          ,
      (When she | had fit|ted you | with her craft)| to work
           ,     ,        2  ,        ,         ,
      Her son | into | the adop|tion of | the crown:
            ,       ,        ,      2       ,       ,
      But fail|ing of | her end | by his strange | absence,
              ,         ,    2      ,        ,       ,
      Grew* shame|less des|perate, op|ened (in | despite
            x          ,         ,     ,       ,      2->
      Of heaven,| and men)| her pur|poses:| repen||ted
            x            ,            ,        ,       ,
      The evils | she hatched,| were not | effect|ed: so
          ,          ,
      Despair|ing, died.
 
CYMBELINE
                           ,      2        ,          ,
                         Heard you all | this, her | women?
 
FIRST LADY
       T  T    T      ,            ,
      We did, so | please your | highness.
 
CYMBELINE
                                                   ,
                                            Mine eyes
            ,         ,          ,          ,     ,
      Were not | in fault,| for she | was beaut|iful:
             ,           ,           ,    2    ,         ,
      Mine ears | that heard | her flat|tery, nor | my heart,
                  x        ,          ,        ,    2        ,
      That thought her | like her | seeming.| It had been | vicious
       ,     2      ,        ,          ,        ,
      To have mis|trusted | her: yet |(oh my | daughter)
            ,        ,      ,         ,           ,
      That it | was fol|ly in | me, thou | mayst say,
            ,         ,        ,           x           ,
      And prove | it in | thy feel|ing. Heaven | mend^all.
 
[Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other Roman Prisoners, guarded; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS behind, and IMOGEN]
             ,          ,      ,         ,    ,
      Thou comst | not Cai|us now | for tri|bute, that
            ,               ,    ,       ,                ,
      The Brit|ons have / razed out,| though with | the loss
          ,   2    ,     ,           ,     2               ,
      Of ma|ny a bold | one: whose^|kinsmen have | made* suit  ??
             ,             ,      ,    2      ,              ,
      That their | good* souls | may be ap|peased, with | slaughter
          ,           ,    ,         2      ,           ,
      Of you | their cap|tives, which our|self have | granted,
           ,          ,       ,
      So think | of your | estate.  \\
 
CAIUS LUCIUS
          ,      ,           ,         ,         ,
      Consid|er sir,| the chance | of war,| the day
            ,         ,          ,         ,          ,
      Was yours | by ac|cident: had | it gone | with us,
            ,      ,       2        ,           ,            ,
      We should | not, when the | blood was | cool, have | threatened
            ,   2      ,          ,           ,           ,
      Our pris|oners with | the sword.| But since | the gods
             ,         ,           ,       ,          ,
      Will have | it thus,| that noth|ing but | our lives
         2      ,      ,        ,         ,        ,
      May be called | ransom,| let it | come: suf|ficeth,
         ,        ,       ,         ,            x
      A Rom|an, with | a Rom|an's heart | can suffer:
          ,       ,          ,       2           ,   ,
      August|us lives | to think | on it: and / so much
           ,      ,   2    ,          ,           ,    ->
      For my | pecul|iar care.| This one | thing^on||ly
      ,       2    ,         ,        ,       ,
      I | will entreat,| my boy |(a Brit|on born)
       ,            ,          ,      ,       ,
      Let him | be rans|omed: nev|er mast|er had
          ,         ,        ,   2     ,     ,
      A page | so kind,| so dut|eous, dil|igent,
           ,      ,     ,       ,          ,
      So tend|er ov|er his | occas|ions, true,
           ,     .   T     T    T         ,        ,
      So feat,| so nurse-like: let | his vir|tue join
            ,       ,       ,    2        ,           ,
      With my | request,| which I make^|bold your | highness
       ,          ,     2       ,         ,       ,
      Cannot | deny:| he hath done | no Brit|on harm,
         ,                ,        ,        ,          ,
      Though he | have served | a Rom|an. Save | him (sir)
            ,          ,         ,
      And spare | no blood | beside.
 
CYMBELINE
                                     2       ,       ,         ->
                                    I have sure|ly seen || him:
       ,     ,   2        ,       ,        ,
      His | favor is | famil|iar to | me: boy,
        ,           T     T   T     ,          ,
      Thou hast | looked thyself | into | my grace,
           ,          ,        ,         ,           ,
      And art | mine own.| I know | not why,| wherefore,
       .  T     T   T           ,          ,         ,
      To say, live boy:| nere thank | thy mast|er, live;
           ,        ,      ,           ,           ,
      And ask | of Cym|beline | what boon | thou wilt,
       ,             ,       ,          ,              x
      Fitting | my boun|ty, and | thy state,| I'll give it:
       ,                  ,       ,       ,     ,
      Yea, though | thou do | demand | a pris|oner
           ,         ,
      The nob|lest tane.
 
IMOGEN
                            ,        ,            ,       ->
                         I hum|bly thank | your high||ness.
 
CAIUS LUCIUS
      ,     2     ,          ,         ,           ,
      I | do not bid | thee beg | my life,| good* lad;
           ,        ,           ,
      And yet | I know | thou wilt.
 
IMOGEN
                                     T   T  .  T
                                    No, no, alack,
               ,       ,         ,       ,        ,
      There's oth|er work | in hand:| I see | a thing
         x         ,         ,             ,           ,
      Bitter to | me, as | death: your | life, good*| master,
              x       ,       ,
      Must shuffle | for it|self.
 
CAIUS LUCIUS
                                          ,        ,
                                   The | boy dis|dains me,
            ,            ,           ,       ,            ,
      He leaves | me, scorns | me: brief|ly die | their joys,
             ,           ,         ,          ,           ,
      That place | them on | the truth | of girls,| and boys.
             ,         ,         ,
      Why stands | he so | perplexed?
 
CYMBELINE
                                              ,            ,
                                      What wouldst | thou boy?
          ,           ,          ,      T     T   .    T
      I love | thee more,| and more:| think more and more
               ,        ,       ,                 ,           ,
      What's best | to ask.| Knowst him | thou lookst | on? Speak
             ,          ,     ,           ,           ,
      Wilt have | him live?| Is he | thy kin?| Thy friend?
 
IMOGEN
       ,         ,       ,          ,        ,
      He is | a Rom|an, no | more* kin | to me,
           ,     2       ,         ,      2     ,            x
      Than I | to your high|ness, who | being born | your vassal
           ,          ,
      Am some|thing near|er.
 
CYMBELINE
                              ,          ,          ,
                            Where|fore eyest | him so?
 
IMOGEN
             ,          ,        ,         ,          ,
      I'll tell | you (sir)| in priv|ate, if | you please
           ,        ,
      To give | me hear|ing.
 
CYMBELINE
                              ,          ,         ,
                             Aye,| with all | my heart,
            ,         ,       ,           ,           ,
      And lend | my best | atten|tion. What's | thy name?
 
IMOGEN
          ,
      Fidele | sir.
 
CYMBELINE
                       ,           ,      T     T   T
                    Thou'rt | my good | youth: my page
        ,    2       ,         ,               ,       ,
      I'll be thy | master:| walk with | me: speak | freely.
 
BELARIUS
          ,          ,        ,            ,
      Is not | this boy | revived | from death?  ????
 
ARVIRAGUS
            ,     ,
      One sand another   ????
            ,       ,                ,    ,     ,
      Not more | resem|bles that / sweet ro|sy lad:
           ,          ,        ,      T    T    T
      Who died,| and was | Fidele:| what think you?
 
GUIDERIUS
       .    T    T    T        ,
      The same dead thing | alive.  \\
 
BELARIUS
        T      T     T     ,             ,      ,       ,
      Peace, peace, see | further:| he eyes us not, forbear  ????
        ,              ,      ,        2    ,    2     ,
      Creatures | may be | alike:| were it he,| I am sure
       ,      2         ,
      He would have | spoke to | us.
 
GUIDERIUS
                                      ,        ,          ,
                                     But | we saw | him dead.
 
BELARIUS
          ,               ,   ,
      Be sil|ent: let's^/see furth|er.
 
PISANIO
                                        ,     2    ,         ->
                                       It | is my mis||tress:
        ,        2    ,        ,          ,         ,
      Since | she is liv|ing, let | the time | run on,
           ,        ,
      To good | or bad.
 
[CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward]
 
CYMBELINE
                          T     T     T      2      ,
                        Come, stand thou | by our side,
        ,     2     ,      T    T     T          ,
      Make thy de|mand a|loud. Sir, step | you forth,
        ,   ,                 ,          x       ,
      Give ans/wer to | this boy,| and do it | freely,
          ,         ,          ,          ,         ,
      Or by | our great|ness, and | the grace | of it
              ,        ,       ,       ,         ,
      (Which^is | our^hon|or) bit|ter tor|ture shall
       ,    2        ,            ,          ,    ,
      Winnow the | truth from | falsehood.| One speak / to him.
 
IMOGEN
           ,          ,          ,      ,         ,      2->
      My boon | is, that | this gent|leman | may ren||der
           ,        ,           ,
      Of whom | he had | this ring.
 
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
                                            ,        ,
                                   What's that | to him?
 
CYMBELINE
            ,    ,      ,          ,        ,
      That di|amond | upon | your fing|er, say
            ,         ,
      How came | it yours?  \\
 
IACHIMO
               ,        ,        ,        ,         ,
      Thou'lt tor|ture me | to leave | unspok|en, that
        ,     2       ,             ,          T
      Which to be | spoke, would | torture | thee.
 
CYMBELINE
                                                    T    T
                                                   How? Me?
 
IACHIMO
       2     ,        ,          ,          ,       ,
      I am glad | to be | constrained | to ut|ter that
             ,    ,          2     ,        ,     ,
      Which^tor|ments me | to conceal.| By vil|lany
         ,           ,           ,   ,        x
      I got | this ring:| 'twas Le|ona|tus' jewel,
             ,           ,        ,            ,           ,           ->
      Whom thou | didst^ban|ish: and | which more | may grieve || thee,
        2       ,   ,      ,       ,           ,
      As it / doth me:| a nob|ler sir,| nere lived
         T    T   .     T            ,            ,         ,
      'Twixt sky and ground.| Wilt^thou | hear* more | my lord?
 
CYMBELINE
       ,             ,          ,
      All that | belongs | to this.  \\
 
IACHIMO
            ,    ,          ,
      That pa|ragon,| thy daught|er,    \\
            ,         ,             ,                ,      x
      For whom | my heart | drops^blood,| and my / false spirits  ??
        ,           ,         ,         ,         ,
      Quail to | remem|ber. Give | me leave,| I faint.
 
CYMBELINE
            ,         ,        ,       ,            ,
      My daught|er? What | of her?| Renew | thy strength
       2      ,       ,               ,           ,        ,
      I had rath|er thou | shouldst live,| while na|ture will,
            ,              ,    ,       T    T    .    T
      Than die | ere I / hear more:| strive man, and speak.
 
IACHIMO
        ,        ,       ,      ,          ,
      Upon | a time,| unhap|py was | the clock
              ,           ,        ,         ,         ,
      That struck | the hour:| it was | in Rome,| accursed
           ,         ,            ,       ,      ,
      The man|sion where:| 'twas^at | a feast,| oh would
           ,       ,           ,         ,        ,
      Our vi|ands had | been pois|oned (or | at least
        ,        2       ,          ,           ,   ,
      Those which I | heaved to | head) the | good Pos/thumus,
         ,              ,     ,              ,        ,
      (What should | I say?| He was | too* good | to be
             ,     T    T    T       2      ,        ,
      Where ill | men were, and | was the best | of all
          ,            x      .   T    T    T        ,     ->
      Amongst | the rarest | of good ones) sit|ting sad||ly,
       ,      2      ,           ,         ,   ,
      hear|ing us praise | our loves | of It|aly
            ,               ,   ,               ,      ,
      For beaut|y, that / made bar|ren the / swelled boast
          ,           ,            ,          ,         ,      2->
      Of him | that best | could speak:| for fea|ture, lam||ing
             ,          x            ,       ,        ,
      The shrine | of Venus,| or straight-|pight Min|erva,
       ,             ,      ,    ,          2     ,
      Postures,| beyond | brief nat/ure. For con|dition,
          ,        ,          ,     ,          ,
      A shop | of all | the qual|ities,| that man
             ,      ,        ,           ,         ,      ->
      Loves^wom|an for,| besides | that hook | of wiv||ing,
        ,          ,        ,          ___
      Fair|ness, which | strikes the | eye.
 
CYMBELINE
          ,          ,      ,    2       ,
      I stand | on fire.| Come to the | matter.  (tetra with prev)
 
IACHIMO
       ,          ,       ___
      All too | soon I | shall,  \\
          ,            ,         ,     ,               ,   2
      Unless | thou wouldst | grieve quick/ly. This | Posthumus,
        T    T  .  T       ,         ,         ,
      Most like a nob|le lord,| in love,| and one
            ,       ,      ,        ,          ,
      That had | a roy|al lov|er, took | his hint,
       ,             ,         ,          ,            ,
      And (not^|disprai|sing whom | we praised,| therein
       ,            ,        ,        ,      ,
      He was | as calm | as vir|tue) he | began
            ,         ,          ,       2       ,       2     ,
      His mist|ress' pic|ture, which,| by his tongue,| being made,
            ,        ,     ,    2      ,             ,
      And then | a mind | put in it,| either | our brags
              ,           ,         ,      ,    2     ,
      Were cracked | of kitch|en-trolls,| or his de|scription
         ,            ,         ,
      Proved us | unspeak|ing sots.
 
CYMBELINE
       ,    ,              ,
      Nay, nay,/ to the | purpose.  (tri with prev)
 
IACHIMO
             ,           ,     ,     ,            ,
      Your daught|er's chast|ity |(there it | begins)
           ,         ,        ,           ,     ,
      He spake | of her,| as Di|an had / hot dreams,
           ,       ,           ,          ,        ,
      And she | alone,| were cold:| whereat,| I wretch
        ,    ,        2         ,           ,          ,
      Made scru/ple of his | praise, and | wagered | with him
       ,            ,             ,            ,         ,
      Pieces | of gold |'gainst^this |(which^then | he wore
        ,         ,         ,       ,       ,
      Upon | his hon|ored fing|er) to | attain
           ,          ,       2     ,         ,           ,
      In suit | the place | of his bed,| and win | this ring
           ,          ,      ,          ,    ,        ,   ->
      By hers | and mine | adul|tery:/ he (true || knight)
            ,         2     ,      ,      ,
      No | lesser | of her hon|or con|fident
           ,        ,       ,            ,            ,
      Than I | did tru|ly find | her, stakes | this ring,
            ,          ,         ,       ,   ,
      And would | so, had | it been | a car|buncle
           ,         ,           ,          ,         x
      Of Phoe|bus' wheel,| and might | so safe|ly, had it
            ,          ,       2     ,      ,        ,       ->
      Been all | the worth | of his car.| Away | to Brit||ain
        ,     2     ,        ,           ,          ,
      Post | I in this | design:| well* may | you (sir)
         ,       ,        ,           ,          ,
      Remem|ber me | at court,| where I | was taught
                   ,     ,               ,   ,      ,
      Of your / chaste daught|er the / wide dif|ference
         ,    ,   2          ,    2       x              ,
      'Twixt am/orous | and vil|lanous. Being | thus quenched
           ,          ,         ,      ,        ,
      Of hope,| not long|ing; mine | Ital|ian brain,
        ,             ,        ,       ,    ,
      'Gan in | your dul|ler Brit|ain op|erate
             ,       ,        ,        ,      ,
      Most^vile|ly: for | my vant|age ex|cellent.
       ,            ,          ,        ,         ,
      And to | be brief,| my prac|tice so | prevailed,
           ,        ,           ,   2     ,        ,
      That I | returned | with sim|ular proof | enough,
           ,         ,      ,   ,      ,
      To make | the nob|le Le|ona|tus mad,
           ,        ,        ,        ,        ,
      By wound|ing his | belief | in her | renown,
            ,        ,          ,      ,         ,
      With tok|ens thus | and thus | aver|ting notes
           ,        ,        ,           ,          ,       2->
      Of chamb|er-hang|ing. Pic|tures, this | her brace||let
          ,        ,       ,     T    T    T
      (O cun|ning how | I got)| nay some marks
          ,       ,        ,         ,      2       ,
      Of sec|ret on | her pers|on, that | he could not
            ,           ,         ,           ,      ,
      But think | her bond | of chast|ity / quite cracked,
      ,            ,         ,          ,     ,
      I *hav|ing tane | the for|feit. Where|upon,
           ,        ,         ,
      Methinks | I see | him now.
 
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
                                   ,              ,
                                  Aye so | thou dost,
        ,        ,           ,         ,    2      ,
      Ital|ian fiend.| Aye* me,| most^cre|dulous fool,
        ,         ,            ,     ,     ,
      Egre|gious murd|erer,/ thief, an|y thing
              ,        ,         ,          ,         x
      That's due | to all | the vil|lains past,| in being
           ,     ,     2       ,          ,          ,
      To come.| Oh give^me | cord, or | knife, or | poison,
            ,   T     T . T           ,          ,
      Some up|right justicer.| Thou king,| send^out
           ,      ,       ,         ,      ,
      For tor|turers | ingen|ious: it | is I
            ,       2   ,         ,       2      ,        ,
      That all | the abhor|red things | of the earth | amend
          ,       ,            ,    ,       ,   2
      By be|ing worse | than they.| I am | Posthumus,
              ,           ,         ,         ,       ,
      That killed | thy daught|er: vil|lain-like,| I lie,
              ,        ,       ,         ,        ,
      That caused | a les|ser vil|lain than | myself,
         ,     ,         ,          x            x
      A sac|rile|gious thief | to do it.| The temple
          ,       ,          ,         ,         ,
      Of vir|tue was | she; yea,| and she | herself.
        T    .    T      T       T    T  . T         ,
      Spit, and throw stones,| cast mire upon | me, set
            ,      2       ,         ,         ,      ,       2->
      The dogs | of the street | to bay | me: eve|ry vil||lain
            ,      ,          ,   ,       ,
      Be called | Posthu|mus Le|oni|tus, and
          ,    2    ,            ,        ,   ,
      Be vil|lany less | than 'twas.| Oh Im|ogen!
           ,          ,         ,       ,    ,
      My queen,| my life,| my wife:| oh I|mogen,
       , 2       , 2
      Imogen*,| Imogen*.
 
IMOGEN
                           ,          T     T     T
                         Peace my | lord, hear, hear.
 
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
         ,               ,         ,
      Shall's have | a play | of this? \\
             ,         ,      T    T   T     __
      Thou scorn|ful page,| there lie thy | part.
 
[Striking her: she falls]
 
PISANIO
          ,    2       ,
      Oh gent|lemen, help,  \\
        ,               ,         ,        ,     ,   2
      Mine and | your mist|ress: Oh | my lord | Posthumus,
            ,       ,    ,   2          T     T     T
      You nere | killed Im/ogen* til | now: help, help,
            ,        ,
      Mine hon|ored la|dy!
 
CYMBELINE
                            ,          ,          ,
                          Does | the world | go round?
 
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
            ,             ,        ,
      How comes | these stag|gers on | me?
 
PISANIO
                                             ,         ,        2->
                                           Wake | my mist||ress.
 
CYMBELINE
           ,        ,         ,         ,          ,        2->
      If this | be so,| the gods | do mean | to strike || me
           ,           ,       ,
      To death,| with mort|al joy.
 
PISANIO
                                        ,          ,         2->
                                  How fares | my mist||ress?
 
IMOGEN
          ,           ,         ,
      Oh get | thee from | my sight;  \\
             ,          ,       ,    2     ,        ,
      Thou gavst | me pois|on: dang|erous fel|low hence,
               ,            ,       ,
      Breathe^not | where prin|ces are.
 
CYMBELINE
            ,        ,   ,
      The tune | of Im|ogen.  (tri with prev)
 
PISANIO
       ,           ,      T      T    .  T        ,
      Lady,| the gods | throw stones of sul|phur on me, if  ????
            ,        ,                ,     ,          ,
      That box | I gave | you, was / not thought | by me
         ,          ,        ,         ,          ,
      A pre|cious thing,| I had | it from | the queen.
 
CYMBELINE
           ,        ,
      New mat|ter still.
 
IMOGEN
                              ,        ,
                         It pois|oned me.
 
CORNELIUS
                                              ,
                                          O gods!
          ,     T   T    T          2      ,          ,
      I left | out one thing | which the queen | confessed,
              ,        ,           ,        ,      ,    2 ->
      Which must | approve | thee hon|est. If | Pisan||io
        ,          ,      x          ,             2    ,       ->
      Have |(said she)| given his | mistress | that confec||tion
        ,         ,       2     ,         ,          ,
      Which | I gave | him for cor|dial, she | is served,
         ,           ,        ,
      As I | would serve | a rat.
 
CYMBELINE
                                          ,       ,    3  3->
                                 What's this,| Comel||ius?
 
CORNELIUS
            ,           ,     ,     ,      ,
      The queen |(sir) ve|ry oft | impor|tuned me
           ,       ,       ,           ,         ,       2->
      To temp|er pois|ons for | her, still | preten||ding
           ,     ,        ,         ,          ,    2->
      The sat|isfac|tion of | her know|ledge, on||ly
          ,         ,          ,         ,          ,
      In kil|ling creat|ures vile,| as cats | and dogs
          ,      ,     ,   ,            2       ,
      Of no | esteem.| I drea/ding, that her | purpose
                 ,   ,        ,         ,          ,
      Was of / more dang|er, did | compound | for her
          ,        ,       ,            ,            ,
      A cert|ain stuff,| which be|ing tane,| would cease
           ,         x          ,               ,     ,
      The pres|ent power | of life,| but in / short time,
           ,    ,        ,          ,        ,
      All^of|fices | of na|ture, should | again
                  ,    ,           ,          ,        ,
      Do their / due func|tions. Have | you tane | of it?
 
IMOGEN
             ,       ,        ,         ,
      Most like | I did,| for I | was dead.
 
BELARIUS
      <-     ,       ,              ,
        My boys,|| there was | our er|ror.
 
GUIDERIUS
                                             ,         ,        ,
                                           This | is sure | Fidele.
 
IMOGEN
       ,     2        ,           ,        ,       ,
      Why did you | throw your | wedded | lady | from you?
        ,           ,          ,        ,         ,
      Think that | you are | upon | a rock;| and now
        ,     2    T
      Throw me a|gain.
 
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
                         T    T            ,          ,
                       Hang there | like^fruit,| my soul,
                   ,   ,
      Till the / tree die.
 
CYMBELINE
                                ,         ,          ,
                          How* now,| my flesh?| My child?
               ,           ,      ,        ,         ,
      What*, makst | thou me | a dul|lard in | this act?
             ,          ,         ,
      Wilt^thou | not speak | to me?
 
IMOGEN
                                             ,         ,
                                      Your bles|sing, sir.
 
BELARIUS
              ,          ,           ,         ,         ,
      Though^you | did love | this youth,| I blame | ye not,
       ,           ,         x
      You had | a mot|ive for it.
 
CYMBELINE
                                       ,            ,
                                  My tears | that fall
             ,     ,      ,          ,   ,
      Prove^ho|ly wat|er on | thee; Im|ogen,
           ,          ,
      Thy moth|er's dead.
 
IMOGEN
                           2    ,        x          ,
                          I am sor|ry for it,| my lord.
 
CYMBELINE
       ,               ,           ,        ,        ,
      Oh, she | was nought;| and long | of her | it was
                  ,    ,          ,         ,         ,
      That we / meet here | so strange|ly: but | her son
           ,         ,         ,          ,
      Is gone,| we know | not how,| nor where.
 
PISANIO
                                                    ,
                                               My lord,
              x       ,         T    T     T           ,      2->
      Now fear is | from me,| I'll speak troth.| Lord Clo||ten
        ,        ,       ,          ,        ,
      Upon | my la|dy's mis|sing, came | to me
                   ,     ,        ,              ,           ,
      With his / sword drawn,| foamed at | the mouth,| and swore
         ,       ,        ,           ,       2      ,
      If I | discov|ered not | which way | she was gone,
          ,        ,         ,         ,     ,
      It was | my ins|tant death.| By ac|cident,
         ,         ,       ,        ,       ,
      I had | a feigned | letter | of my | master's
        ,            ,        ,        ,       ,
      Then in | my pock|et, which | direc|ted him
           ,     ,    2        ,           ,        ,
      To seek | her on the | mountains | near to | Milford,
        ,     2      ,       ,       ,          ,
      Where in a | frenzy,| in my | master's | garments
         ,             ,       ,         ,         ,
      (Which he | enforced | from me)| away | he posts
          2     ,      ,           2       ,        ,    ,
      With unchaste | purpose,| and with oath | to vi|olate
          ,       ,        ,        ,        ,
      My la|dy's hon|or, what | became | of him,
         ,         ,    ___
      I furth|er know | not.  \\
 
GUIDERIUS
       ,        ,         ,          ,          ,
      Let me | end the | story:| I slew | him there.
 
CYMBELINE
       ,            ,         ,
      Marry,| the gods | forfend.  \\
       2       ,     T    T    T                    ,   ,
      I would not | thy good deeds,| should from / my lips
        T   .   T    T          ,       ,   2     ,
      Pluck a bard sent|ence: prith|ee val|iant youth
          x        ,
      Deny it | again.
 
GUIDERIUS
                        2       ,          ,         x
                       I have spoke | it, and | I did it.
 
CYMBELINE
       ,            ,
      He was | a prince.  \\
 
GUIDERIUS
          ,       ,      ,           ,         ,       2->
      A most | inciv|il one.| The wrongs | he did || me
             ,         ,      ,      2      ,        ,
      Were noth|ing prince-|like; for he | did pro|voke me
             ,         ,            ,         ,          ,
      With lang|uage that | would make | me spurn | the sea,
        2     ,          ,        ,      ,        2      ,
      If it could | so roar | to me.| I cut | off* his head,
                 ,     ,             ,    ,         ,
      And am / right glad | he is / not stand|ing here
           ,           ,         ,
      To tell | this tale | of mine.
 
CYMBELINE
                                      2    ,     2      ,
                                     I am sor|row for thee:
                 ,     ,           ,          ,           ,
      By thine^/own tongue | thou art | condemned,| and must
          ,         ,              ,
      Endure | our law:| thou'rt dead. \\
 
IMOGEN
             ,        ,         ,            ,         ,
      That head|less man | I thought | had been | my lord.
 
CYMBELINE
        ,     2    ,
      Bind the of|fender,  \\
            ,          ,         ,
      And take | him from | our pres|ence.
 
BELARIUS
                                             ,          ,
                                           Stay,| sir king.
            ,        ,        ,         ,         ,
      This^man | is bet|ter than | the man | he slew,
           ,        ,       ,        ,     ,     
      As well | descend|ed as | thyself,| and hath
        ,              ,    ,        2    ,        ,       2->
      More of | thee* mer|ited,| than a band | of Clo||tens
           ,      ,          ,          ,       ,
      Had ev|er scar | for. Let | his arms | alone,
          2      ,      ,         ,
      They were not | born for | bondage.
 
CYMBELINE
                                               ,     ,
                                          Why^old | soldier:
        ,      2    ,         ,           ,       ,
      Wilt thou un|do the | worth thou | art un|paid for
          ,        ,         ,      ,           ,
      By tas|ting of | our wrath?| How of | descent
           ,        ,
      As good | as we?
 
ARVIRAGUS
                           ,         ,           ,
                      In that | he spake | too* far.
 
CYMBELINE
            ,           ,       2
      And thou | shalt die | for it.
 
BELARIUS
                                      ,         ,           ,
                                     We | will die | all* three,
          ,          ,           ,      ,              ,
      But I | will prove | that two | one's are | as good
         ,          x      ,             ,        ,
      As I | have given | out him.| My sons,| I must
                  ,    ,        ,       ,    2       ,
      For mine / own part,| unfold | a dang|erous speech,
              ,       ,         ,
      Though hap|ly well | for you.
 
ARVIRAGUS
                                          ,          ,
                                    Your dang|er's ours.
 
GUIDERIUS
       .   T    T   T
      And our good his.
 
BELARIUS
                              ,        ,         ,
                        Have at | it then,| by leave.
             ,        T     T   .  T    ,
      Thou hadst | (great king) a sub|ject who
             ,        ,    ,
      Was called | Belar|ius.
 
CYMBELINE
      <-      ,         ,      2   ,          ,
        What of | him? He || is a ban|ished trait|or.
 
BELARIUS
                                                       ,       ,          ,
                                                      He | it is,| that hath
          ,           ,        ,       ,         ,
      Assumed | this age:| indeed | a ban|ished man,
          ,         ,        ,
      I know | not^how,| a trait|or.
 
CYMBELINE
                                       ,          ,
                                     Take | him hence,
            ,       ,        2        ,
      The whole | world shall not | save him.
 
BELARIUS
                                               T   T   T
                                              Not too hot;
        ,    ,                  ,        ,         ,
      First pay / me for | the nur|sing of | thy sons,
           ,        ,       ,        ,         ,
      And let | it be | confis|cate all,| so soon
         ,       2     ,
      As I | have received | it.
 
CYMBELINE
                                   ,       ,        ,
                                 Nurs|ing of | my sons?
 
BELARIUS
              ,    ,          ,         ,          ,
      I am / too blunt,| and sau|cy: here's | my knee:
       ,         ,    ,            ,         ,
      Ere I | arise,| I will | prefer | my sons,
             ,      ,              ,        ,      ,
      Then spare | not the | old^fath|er. Might|y sir,
             ,      ,    ,     2            ,        ,
      These^two | young gen/tlemen that | call me | father,
            ,           ,         ,          ,         ,
      And think | they are | my sons,| are none | of mine,
        ,             ,            ,    ,          ,
      They are | the is|sue of / your loins,| my liege,
            ,          ,       ,
      And blood | of your | beget|ting.
 
CYMBELINE
                                         ,        ,     2->
                                        How?| My is||sue.
 
BELARIUS
           ,        ,           ,        ,        ,      ->
      So sure | as you | your fath|er's: I |(old^Mor||gan)
       ,      2    ,  2      ,          ,        ,         o
      Am | that Bela|rius, whom | you some|time^ban|ished:
             ,        ,         ,        ,         ,       ,
      Your pleas|ure was | my near | offense,| my pun|ishment (hex with prev)
          ,         ,         ,     2     ,    ,
      Itself,| and all | my treas|on that I | suffered,
           ,          ,       ,             x       ,
      Was all | the harm | I did.| These gentle | princes
             ,         ,         ,            ,       ,
      (For such,| and so | they are)| these twen|ty years
           ,            ,           ,           ,       ,
      Have I | trained^up;| those^arts | they have,| as I
             ,     ,            ,     ,         ,
      Could put | into | them. My | breeding | was (sir)
        2       ,         ,             ,        ,     ,
      As your high|ness knows:| Their nurse | Euri|phile
         ,     2        ,        ,         ,             ,
      (Whom for the | theft I | wedded)| stole these | children
        ,        ,       ,        ,           x
      Upon | my ban|ishment:| I moved | her to it,
       ,            ,          ,       ,        ,
      Having | received | the pun|ishment | before
            ,          ,         ,       x          ,  2
      For that | which I | did then.| Beaten for | loyalty*,
         ,      ,        ,                 ,    ,
      Excit|ed me | to treas|on. Their / dear loss,
            ,        ,           ,          ,          ,
      The more | of you |'twas felt,| the more | it shaped
       ,  2      ,         ,     2            ,         ,
      Unto my | end of | stealing them.| But gra|cious sir,
        ,               ,       ,        ,          ,
      Here are | your sons | again,| and I | must lose
       ,               x          ,        ,         ,
      Two of | the sweetest | compan|ions in | the world.
           ,    ,        ,          ,    2      x
      The be|nedic|tion of | these cov|ering heavens
        ,    2          T     T   T     ,      2       ,
      Fall on their | heads like dew,| for they are | worthy
          ,         x            ,
      To in|lay* heaven | with stars.
 
CYMBELINE
                                             ,            ,
                                     Thou weepst,| and speakst:
            ,              ,    ,            ,         ,
      The serv|ice that / you three | have done,| is more
          ,           ,            ,         ,         ,       ->
      Unlike | than this | thou tellst.| I lost | my chil||dren,
       ,     ,          ,    2        ,             ,
      If | these be | they, I know*| not how | to wish
          ,        ,    2     ,
      A pair | of worth|ier sons.
 
BELARIUS
                                        ,         ,
                                  Be pleased | awhile;
            ,      ,               ,   ,     ,
      This gent|leman,| whom I / call Pol|idore,
            ,        ,           ,          ,        ,    ,
      Most^worth|y prince,| as yours,| is true | Guider|ius:
            ,      ,        ,        ,    ,      o
      This gent|leman,| my Cad|wal, Ar|vira|gus.     (hex with prev)
             ,         ,       ,     ,              ,
      Your young|er prince|ly son,| he sir,| was lapped
               ,   ,    2     x        ,               ,
      In a / most cur|ious mantle,| wrought by | the hand
        2      ,      ,         ,           ,       ,
      Of his queen | mother,| which for | more pro|bation
         ,           ,         ,
      I can | with ease | produce.
 
CYMBELINE
                                      ,   2   ,
                                  Guider|ius had
        ,          ,        ,    .  T   T     T
      Upon | his neck | a mole,| a sanguine star,
       ,           ,        ,
      It was | a mark | of wond|er.
 
BELARIUS
                                      ,        ,
                                    This | is he,
            ,      ,          ,           ,   2     ,
      Who hath | upon | him still | that na|tural stamp:
        2      ,     ,          ,    ,           ,
      It was wise | nature's | end, in / the do|nation
          ,        ,  2       ,
      To be | his ev|idence* now.
 
CYMBELINE
                                   ,            ,
                                  Oh, what | am I
          ,      ,         ,          ,            ,      2->
      A moth|er to | the birth | of three?| Nere* moth|er
           ,         ,          ,       ,       ,
      Rejoiced | delive|rance more:| Blessed, pray / you be*,
            ,               ,      ,         ,           ,
      That aft|er this / strange star|ting from | your orbs,
       ,          ,              ,        ,   ,
      You may | reign in | them now:| Oh Im|ogen,
          2       ,         ,        ,
      Thou hast lost | by this | a king|dom.
 
IMOGEN
                                              ,        ,
                                             No,| my lord:
       2      ,           ,       2     ,         x      ,
      I have got | two^worlds | by it. Oh | my gentle | brothers,
            ,         ,         x      ,        ,
      Have^we | thus met?| Oh never | say here|after
       ,   2        x      ,               ,         ,
      But I am | truest speak/er. You | called me | brother,
        ,   2       ,          ,       ,        ,
      When I was | but your | sister:| I you | brothers,
        ,             ,       ,
      When ye | were so | indeed.
 
CYMBELINE
                                      ,          ,
                                 Did you | ere meet?
 
ARVIRAGUS
       ,               ,
      Aye my | good* lord.
 
GUIDERIUS
                                     ,    ,         ,
                          And at / first mee|ting loved,
          ,       ,      ,          ,           ,
      Contin|ued so,| until | we thought | he died.
 
CORNELIUS
        2       ,        ,          ,
      By the queen's | dram she | swallowed.
 
CYMBELINE
                                             .   T   T   T
                                             O^rare instinct!
        ,       2      T   T     T              ,         ,        ->
      When shall I | hear all through?| This fierce | abridge||ment,
        ,      2    ,       ,         ,          ,
      Hath | to it cir|cumstan|tial bran|ches, which
          ,           ,            x       ,            ,
      Distinc|tion should | be rich in.| Where? How | lived you?
            ,      ,     2       ,          ,       ,
      And when | came you to | serve our | Roman | captive?
            ,       ,           ,         ,           ,          ->
      How part|ed with | your broth|ers? How | first^met || them?
       ,      ,            2      ,           ,        ,
      Why | fled you | from the court?| And whith|er these,
                   ,    ,        ,        ,         ,
      And your / three mot|ives to | the bat|tle? With
          ,         ,           ,       ,     2    ,
      I know | not how | much^more | should be de|manded,
           ,         ,      ,     ,       ,
      And all | the oth|er by-|depen|dencies
              ,           ,          ,          ,          ,
      From chance | to chance?| But nor | the time,| nor place
             ,           ,      2   ,    ,        ,
      Will serve | our long | interro|gato|ries. See,
       ,          ,          ,   ,   ,
      Posthu|mus anch|ors u/pon Im|ogen;
           ,           ,         ,            ,          ,
      And she |(like^harm|less light|ning) throws | her eye
          ,          ,         ,        ,       ,       2->
      On him:| her broth|ers, me:| her mast|er hit||ting
            ,   ,            ,          ,        ,
      Each ob|ject with | a joy:| the count|erchange
           ,      ,       ,            ,            ,
      Is seve|rally | in all.| Let's quit | this ground,
            ,           ,       ,         ,     ,     ->
      And smoke | the temp|le with | our sac|rifi||ces.
          x          ,         ,           ,          x
      Thou art | my broth|er, so | we'll hold | thee ever.
 
IMOGEN
         2     ,    ,        ,          ,       ,
      You are my | father | too, and | did re|lieve me:
          ,          ,         ,
      To see | this gra|cious seas|on.
 
CYMBELINE
                                       ,         ,
                                      All | orejoyed
        T    T    .   T      ,             ,       ,
      Save these in bonds,| let them | be joy|ful too,
            ,            ,          ,       ->
      For they | shall taste | our com|fort.
 
IMOGEN
             ,   ,         2        ,   ,        ,
      My / good mas||ter, I will / yet do | you serv|ice.
 
CAIUS LUCIUS
                                                          ,    2    ,
                                                         Hap|py be you.
 
CYMBELINE
                ,   ,          ,        ,        ,
      The for/lorn sol|dier, that | so nob|ly fought
           ,            ,        ,            ,            ,
      He would | have well | becomed | this place,| and graced
            ,         ,       ,
      The thank|ings of | a king.
 
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
                                  T  T  T
                                  I am sir
           ,         ,         ,           ,     ,
      The sol|dier that | did comp|any / these three
           ,       ,           ,       ,        ,
      In poor | beseem|ing; 'twas | a fit|ment for
           ,      2    ,     ,              ,        ,
      The pur|pose I then | followed.| That I | was he,
        T    T  Tx       ,          ,          ,
      Speak Iachimo,| I had | you down,| and might
             ,         ,
      Have made | you fin|ish.
 
IACHIMO
                               ,        ,       ,
                               I | am down | again:
           ,        ,      ,            ,          ,
      But now | my hea|vy con|science sinks | my knee,
           ,           ,            ,           ,        ,         2->
      As then | your force | did. Take | that life,| beseech || you
            ,       ,      ,                 ,    ,
      Which I | so of|ten owe:| but your / ring first,
            ,          ,    ,    2       ,         ,
      And here | the brace|let of the | truest | princess
            ,      ,           ,
      That ev|er swore | her faith.
 
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
                                     T    T   .  T
                                   Kneel not to me:
            x         2    ,        ,     ,        ,
      The power | that I have | on you,| is to | spare you:
           ,         ,       ,             ,           ,
      The mal|ice towards | you, to | forgive | you. Live
            ,          ,       ,
      And deal | with oth|ers bet|ter.
 
CYMBELINE
                                        ,        ,
                                       Nob|ly doomed:
              ,           ,        ,      ,       ,
      We'll learn | our free|ness of | a son-|in-law:
       ,               ,        ,
      Pardon's | the word | to all.
 
ARVIRAGUS
                                          ,        ,
                                    You holp | us sir,
          ,          ,        ,        ,         ,        ->
      As you | did mean | indeed | to be | our broth||er,
        ,          ,     T   T   T    oo
      Joyed | are we,| that you are.|
 
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
             ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
      Your serv|ant prin|ces. Good | my lord | of Rome
              ,            ,     x             ,          ,
      Call* forth | your sooth|sayer: as | I slept,| methought
        ,    ,           ,         ,        ,
      Great Jup/iter | upon | his eag|le backed
           ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      Appeared | to me,| with oth|er sprite|ly shows
                 ,   ,          ,        ,         ,
      Of mine / own kind|red. When | I waked,| I found
            ,      ,        x       ,        ,
      This la|bel on | my bosom;| whose con|taining
          ,          ,          ,    ,          ,
      Is so | from sense | in hard|ness, that | I can
        ,           ,        ,        ,          ,
      Make no | collec|tion of | it. Let | him show
            ,      ,    2      ,
      His skill | in the con|struction.
 
CAIUS LUCIUS
                                         ,     ,
                                       Philar|monus.
 
SOOTHSAYER
        ,                ,
      Here, my | good* lord.
 
CAIUS LUCIUS
                              ,      2     ,          ,
                            Read, and de|clare the | meaning.
 
SOOTHSAYER
When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty.
        ,       ,      ,         ,        ,
      Thou Le|ona|tus art | the li|on's whelp,
           ,         ,         ,         ,         ,
      The fit | and apt | construc|tion of | thy name
         2   x   ,        ,       T   T   T
      Being Leo|natus,| doth im|port so much:
            ,            x     ,          ,   2       ,
      The piece | of tender | air, thy | virtuous | daughter,
             ,         ,       ,         ,       ,
      Which^we | call^mol|lis aer,| and mol|lis aer
           ,        ,   2      ,     ,  2     2    ,
      We term | it mul|ier; which | mulier | I divine
           ,          ,          ,     T    Tx   T
      Is this | most^const|ant wife,| who, even now,
       ,    2          ,       ,       ,    ,
      Answering | the let|ter of | the o|racle,
          ,         ,         ,             ,         ,
      Unknown | to you | unsought,| were clipped | about
          2       ,     ,        ,
      With this most | tender | air.
 
CYMBELINE
                                              ,          ,
                                     This | hath some | seeming.
 
SOOTHSAYER
           ,      ,       ,      ,      ,
      The lof|ty ced|ar, roy|al Cym|beline
       ,       ,                      ,     ,          ,
      Person|ates thee:| and thy / lopped branch|es, point
           ,      T    T     T      2   ,   2     x
      Thy two | sons forth: who | by Belar|ius stolen
           ,      ,        T      T    .   T        ,
      For ma|ny years | thought dead, are now | revived
       ,    2    ,        ,         ,            ,
      To the ma|jestic | cedar | joined; whose^|issue
       ,          ,        ,           ,
      Promi|ses Brit|ain peace,| and plen|ty.
 
CYMBELINE
                                                ,
                                              Well,
           ,          ,       ,         ,      ,      o
      My peace | we will | begin:| and Cai|us Lu|cius,
           ,          ,        ,       ,        ,      o
      Although | the vic|tor, we | submit | to Cae|sar,   (hex with prev)
       ,    2       ,       T  T    T      ,
      And to the | Roman | empire; pro|mising
          ,          ,       ,          ,          ,
      To pay | our wont|ed trib|ute*, from | the which
           ,        ,       ,         ,       ,
      We were | dissua|ded by | our wick|ed queen,
              x           ,        ,        ,          ,
      Whom heavens | in just|ice both | on her,| and hers,
             ,          ,       ,
      Have laid | most^hea|vy hand.  \\
 
SOOTHSAYER
            ,       ,          x        ,         ,
      The fing|ers of | the powers | above,| do tune
           ,     ,    ,          ,           ,
      The har|mony | of this | peace: the | vision
            ,          ,         ,       ,           ,
      Which I | made^known | to Lu|cius ere | the stroke
        2      ,       T     T    Tx                ,  ,
      Of this yet | scarce-cold battle,| at this / instant
           ,        ,           ,         ,       x
      Is full | accomp|lished. For | the Rom|an eagle
             ,          ,         ,     ,           ,
      From south | to west,| on wing | soaring | aloft
       ,              ,         ,         ,       2     ,
      Lessened | herself,| and in | the beams | of the sun
          ,           ,            ,           ,         x
      So van|ished; which | foreshowed | our prince|ly eagle
         2   ,   2   ,          ,        ,       ,
      The imper|ial Cae|sar, should | again | unite
           ,        ,         ,   2    ,      ,
      His fav|or, with | the rad|iant Cym|beline,
               ,       ,             ,
      Which shines | here in | the west.
 
CYMBELINE
                                          ,             ,
                                        Laud we | the gods,
           ,          ,         ,       ,     2         ,
      And let | our croo|ked smokes | climb to their | nostrils
          2      ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
      From our bles|sed alt|ars. Pub|lish we | this peace
          ,         ,           ,        ,         ,
      To all | our sub|jects*. Set | we for|ward: let
         ,       ,        ,       ,        ,
      A Rom|an, and | a Brit|ish en|sign wave
        ,     2    ,        ,             T     T    T
      Friendly to|gether:| so through | Lud's-town march,
       ,             ,            ,    ,    ,
      And in | the temp|le of / great Jup|iter
            ,            ,    ,     ,               ,
      Our peace | we'll rat|ify:| seal it | with feasts.
           ,           ,      ,       ,          ,
      Set^on | there: nev|er was | a war | did cease
             ,       ,             ,            ,        ,
      (Ere bloo|dy hands | were washed)| with such | a peace.
 
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