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Cymbeline's tent.
[Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, Lords, Officers,
and Attendants]
CYMBELINE
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Stand^by | my side | you, whom | the gods | have
made
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Preserv|ers of | my throne:| woe is | my heart,
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That the / poor sold|ier that / so rich|ly
fought,
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Whose rags,| shamed gilded arms,| whose nak|ed
breast
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Stepped be|fore lar|ges of proof,| cannot | be
found:
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He shall | be hap|py that | can find | him, if
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Our grace | can make | him so.
BELARIUS
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I nev|er saw
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Such^nob|le fu|ry in | so poor | a thing;
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Such^pre|cious deeds | in one | that prom|ises
nought
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But beg|gary, and / poor looks.
CYMBELINE
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No tid|ings of him?
PISANIO
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He hath been | searched a|mong the | dead, and |
living,
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But no | trace of | him.
CYMBELINE
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To | my grief,| I am
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The heir | of his | reward,| which^I | will add
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To you,| (the liver,| heart, and | brain of |
Britain)
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By whom |(I grant)| she lives.| 'Tis now | the
time
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To ask | of whence | you are.| Report | it.
BELARIUS
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Sir,
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In Camb|ria are | we born,| and gent|lemen:
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Further to | boast, were | neither | true, nor |
modest,
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Unless | I add,| we are hon|est.
CYMBELINE
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Bow | your knees:
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Arise | my knights | of the battle,| I cre|ate
you
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Compan|ions to | our pers|on, and | will fit ||
you
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With dig|nities | becom|ing your | estates.
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There's bus/iness in these | faces:| why so |
sadly
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Greet you | our vic|tory? You / look like |
Romans,
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And not | of the court | of Brit|ain.
CORNELIUS
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Hail | great^king,
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To sour | your hap|piness,| I must | report
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The queen | is dead.
CYMBELINE
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Who worse / than a phy|sician
,
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Would this re|port be|come? But | I con|sider,
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By med|icine life | may be | prolonged,| yet
death
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Will seize | the doc|tor too.| How end|ed she?
CORNELIUS
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With hor|ror, mad|ly dy|ing, like | her life,
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Which (being | cruel | to the | world) con|cluded
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Most cru/el to | herself.| What she | confessed,
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I will re|port, so | please you.| These her |
women
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Can trip | me, if | I err,| who with / wet cheeks
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Were pres|ent when | she fin|ished.
CYMBELINE
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Prith|ee say.
CORNELIUS
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First, she con|fessed she | never | loved you:|
only
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Affec|ted great|ness got | by you*:| not you*:
,
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Married | your roy|alty,| was wife | to your
place:
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Abhorred | your pers|on.
CYMBELINE
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She | alone | knew this:
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And but | she spoke | it dy|ing, I | would not
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Believe | her lips | in ope|ning it.| Proceed.
CORNELIUS
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Your daught|er, whom | she bore | in hand | to
love
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With such | integ|rity,| she did | confess
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Was as | a scor|pion to | her sight,| whose life
,
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(But that | her flight | prevent|ed it)| she had
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Tane^off | by pois|on.
CYMBELINE
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O / most del|icate fiend!
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Who is it | can read | a wom|an? Is | there more?
CORNELIUS
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More sir,| and worse.| She did | confess | she
had
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For you | a mort|al mine|ral, which | being took,
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Should by the | minute | feed on | life, and |
lingering,
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By inch|es waste | you. In | which^time,| she
pur||posed,
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By | watching,| weeping,| tendance*,| kissing,||
to
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Orecome | you with | her show;| and in time
,
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(When she | had fit|ted you | with her craft)| to
work
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Her son | into | the adop|tion of | the crown:
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But fail|ing of | her end | by his strange |
absence,
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Grew* shame|less des|perate, op|ened (in |
despite
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Of heaven,| and men)| her pur|poses:| repen||ted
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The evils | she hatched,| were not | effect|ed:
so
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Despair|ing, died.
CYMBELINE
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Heard you all | this, her | women?
FIRST LADY
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We did, so | please your | highness.
CYMBELINE
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Mine eyes
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Were not | in fault,| for she | was beaut|iful:
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Mine ears | that heard | her flat|tery, nor | my
heart,
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That thought her | like her | seeming.| It had
been | vicious
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To have mis|trusted | her: yet |(oh my |
daughter)
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That it | was fol|ly in | me, thou | mayst say,
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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]
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Thou comst | not Cai|us now | for tri|bute, that
,
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The Brit|ons have / razed out,| though with | the
loss
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Of ma|ny a bold | one: whose^|kinsmen have |
made* suit ??
,
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That their | good* souls | may be ap|peased, with
| slaughter
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Of you | their cap|tives, which our|self have |
granted,
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So think | of your | estate. \\
CAIUS LUCIUS
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Consid|er sir,| the chance | of war,| the day
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Was yours | by ac|cident: had | it gone | with
us,
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We should | not, when the | blood was | cool,
have | threatened
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Our pris|oners with | the sword.| But since | the
gods
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Will have | it thus,| that noth|ing but | our
lives
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May be called | ransom,| let it | come:
suf|ficeth,
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A Rom|an, with | a Rom|an's heart | can suffer:
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August|us lives | to think | on it: and / so much
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For my | pecul|iar care.| This one | thing^on||ly
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I | will entreat,| my boy |(a Brit|on born)
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Let him | be rans|omed: nev|er mast|er had
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A page | so kind,| so dut|eous, dil|igent,
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So tend|er ov|er his | occas|ions, true,
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So feat,| so nurse-like: let | his vir|tue join
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With my | request,| which I make^|bold your |
highness
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Cannot | deny:| he hath done | no Brit|on harm,
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Though he | have served | a Rom|an. Save | him
(sir)
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And spare | no blood | beside.
CYMBELINE
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I have sure|ly seen || him:
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His | favor is | famil|iar to | me: boy,
,
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Thou hast | looked thyself | into | my grace,
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And art | mine own.| I know | not why,|
wherefore,
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To say, live boy:| nere thank | thy mast|er,
live;
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And ask | of Cym|beline | what boon | thou wilt,
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Fitting | my boun|ty, and | thy state,| I'll give
it:
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Yea, though | thou do | demand | a pris|oner
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The nob|lest tane.
IMOGEN
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I hum|bly thank | your high||ness.
CAIUS LUCIUS
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I | do not bid | thee beg | my life,| good* lad;
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And yet | I know | thou wilt.
IMOGEN
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No, no, alack,
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There's oth|er work | in hand:| I see | a thing
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Bitter to | me, as | death: your | life, good*|
master,
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Must shuffle | for it|self.
CAIUS LUCIUS
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The | boy dis|dains me,
,
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He leaves | me, scorns | me: brief|ly die | their
joys,
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That place | them on | the truth | of girls,| and
boys.
,
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Why stands | he so | perplexed?
CYMBELINE
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What wouldst | thou boy?
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I love | thee more,| and more:| think more and
more
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What's best | to ask.| Knowst him | thou lookst |
on? Speak
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Wilt have | him live?| Is he | thy kin?| Thy
friend?
IMOGEN
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He is | a Rom|an, no | more* kin | to me,
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Than I | to your high|ness, who | being born |
your vassal
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Am some|thing near|er.
CYMBELINE
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Where|fore eyest | him so?
IMOGEN
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I'll tell | you (sir)| in priv|ate, if | you
please
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To give | me hear|ing.
CYMBELINE
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Aye,| with all | my heart,
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And lend | my best | atten|tion. What's | thy
name?
IMOGEN
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Fidele | sir.
CYMBELINE
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Thou'rt | my good | youth: my page
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I'll be thy | master:| walk with | me: speak |
freely.
BELARIUS
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Is not | this boy | revived | from death?
????
ARVIRAGUS
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One sand another ????
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Not more | resem|bles that / sweet ro|sy lad:
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Who died,| and was | Fidele:| what think you?
GUIDERIUS
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The same dead thing | alive. \\
BELARIUS
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Peace, peace, see | further:| he eyes us not,
forbear ????
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Creatures | may be | alike:| were it he,| I am
sure
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He would have | spoke to | us.
GUIDERIUS
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But | we saw | him dead.
BELARIUS
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Be sil|ent: let's^/see furth|er.
PISANIO
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It | is my mis||tress:
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Since | she is liv|ing, let | the time | run on,
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To good | or bad.
[CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward]
CYMBELINE
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Come, stand thou | by our side,
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Make thy de|mand a|loud. Sir, step | you forth,
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Give ans/wer to | this boy,| and do it | freely,
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Or by | our great|ness, and | the grace | of it
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(Which^is | our^hon|or) bit|ter tor|ture shall
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Winnow the | truth from | falsehood.| One speak /
to him.
IMOGEN
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2->
My boon | is, that | this gent|leman | may
ren||der
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Of whom | he had | this ring.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
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What's that | to him?
CYMBELINE
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That di|amond | upon | your fing|er, say
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How came | it yours? \\
IACHIMO
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Thou'lt tor|ture me | to leave | unspok|en, that
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Which to be | spoke, would | torture | thee.
CYMBELINE
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How? Me?
IACHIMO
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I am glad | to be | constrained | to ut|ter that
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Which^tor|ments me | to conceal.| By vil|lany
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I got | this ring:| 'twas Le|ona|tus' jewel,
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Whom thou | didst^ban|ish: and | which more | may
grieve || thee,
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As it / doth me:| a nob|ler sir,| nere lived
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'Twixt sky and ground.| Wilt^thou | hear* more |
my lord?
CYMBELINE
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All that | belongs | to this. \\
IACHIMO
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That pa|ragon,| thy daught|er,
\\
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For whom | my heart | drops^blood,| and my /
false spirits ??
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Quail to | remem|ber. Give | me leave,| I faint.
CYMBELINE
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My daught|er? What | of her?| Renew | thy
strength
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I had rath|er thou | shouldst live,| while
na|ture will,
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Than die | ere I / hear more:| strive man, and
speak.
IACHIMO
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Upon | a time,| unhap|py was | the clock
,
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That struck | the hour:| it was | in Rome,|
accursed
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The man|sion where:| 'twas^at | a feast,| oh
would
,
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Our vi|ands had | been pois|oned (or | at least
,
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Those which I | heaved to | head) the | good
Pos/thumus,
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(What should | I say?| He was | too* good | to be
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Where ill | men were, and | was the best | of all
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Amongst | the rarest | of good ones) sit|ting
sad||ly,
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hear|ing us praise | our loves | of It|aly
,
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For beaut|y, that / made bar|ren the / swelled
boast
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Of him | that best | could speak:| for fea|ture,
lam||ing
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The shrine | of Venus,| or straight-|pight
Min|erva,
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Postures,| beyond | brief nat/ure. For
con|dition,
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A shop | of all | the qual|ities,| that man
,
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Loves^wom|an for,| besides | that hook | of
wiv||ing,
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Fair|ness, which | strikes the | eye.
CYMBELINE
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I stand | on fire.| Come to the | matter.
(tetra with prev)
IACHIMO
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All too | soon I | shall, \\
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Unless | thou wouldst | grieve quick/ly. This |
Posthumus,
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Most like a nob|le lord,| in love,| and one
,
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That had | a roy|al lov|er, took | his hint,
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And (not^|disprai|sing whom | we praised,|
therein
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He was | as calm | as vir|tue) he | began
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His mist|ress' pic|ture, which,| by his tongue,|
being made,
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And then | a mind | put in it,| either | our
brags
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Were cracked | of kitch|en-trolls,| or his
de|scription
,
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Proved us | unspeak|ing sots.
CYMBELINE
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Nay, nay,/ to the | purpose. (tri with
prev)
IACHIMO
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Your daught|er's chast|ity |(there it | begins)
,
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He spake | of her,| as Di|an had / hot dreams,
,
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And she | alone,| were cold:| whereat,| I wretch
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Made scru/ple of his | praise, and | wagered |
with him
,
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Pieces | of gold |'gainst^this |(which^then | he
wore
,
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Upon | his hon|ored fing|er) to | attain
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In suit | the place | of his bed,| and win | this
ring
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By hers | and mine | adul|tery:/ he (true ||
knight)
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No | lesser | of her hon|or con|fident
,
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Than I | did tru|ly find | her, stakes | this
ring,
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And would | so, had | it been | a car|buncle
,
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Of Phoe|bus' wheel,| and might | so safe|ly, had
it
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Been all | the worth | of his car.| Away | to
Brit||ain
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Post | I in this | design:| well* may | you (sir)
,
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Remem|ber me | at court,| where I | was taught
,
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Of your / chaste daught|er the / wide dif|ference
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'Twixt am/orous | and vil|lanous. Being | thus
quenched
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Of hope,| not long|ing; mine | Ital|ian brain,
,
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'Gan in | your dul|ler Brit|ain op|erate
,
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Most^vile|ly: for | my vant|age ex|cellent.
,
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And to | be brief,| my prac|tice so | prevailed,
,
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That I | returned | with sim|ular proof | enough,
,
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To make | the nob|le Le|ona|tus mad,
,
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By wound|ing his | belief | in her | renown,
,
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With tok|ens thus | and thus | aver|ting notes
,
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Of chamb|er-hang|ing. Pic|tures, this | her
brace||let
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(O cun|ning how | I got)| nay some marks
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Of sec|ret on | her pers|on, that | he could not
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But think | her bond | of chast|ity / quite
cracked,
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I *hav|ing tane | the for|feit. Where|upon,
,
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Methinks | I see | him now.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
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Aye so | thou dost,
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Ital|ian fiend.| Aye* me,| most^cre|dulous fool,
,
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Egre|gious murd|erer,/ thief, an|y thing
,
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That's due | to all | the vil|lains past,| in
being
,
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To come.| Oh give^me | cord, or | knife, or |
poison,
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Some up|right justicer.| Thou king,| send^out
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For tor|turers | ingen|ious: it | is I
,
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That all | the abhor|red things | of the earth |
amend
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By be|ing worse | than they.| I am | Posthumus,
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That killed | thy daught|er: vil|lain-like,| I
lie,
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That caused | a les|ser vil|lain than | myself,
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A sac|rile|gious thief | to do it.| The temple
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Of vir|tue was | she; yea,| and she | herself.
T .
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Spit, and throw stones,| cast mire upon | me, set
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The dogs | of the street | to bay | me: eve|ry
vil||lain
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Be called | Posthu|mus Le|oni|tus, and
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Be vil|lany less | than 'twas.| Oh Im|ogen!
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My queen,| my life,| my wife:| oh I|mogen,
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Imogen*,| Imogen*.
IMOGEN
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Peace my | lord, hear, hear.
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
,
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Shall's have | a play | of this? \\
,
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Thou scorn|ful page,| there lie thy | part.
[Striking her: she falls]
PISANIO
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Oh gent|lemen, help, \\
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Mine and | your mist|ress: Oh | my lord |
Posthumus,
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You nere | killed Im/ogen* til | now: help, help,
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Mine hon|ored la|dy!
CYMBELINE
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Does | the world | go round?
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
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How comes | these stag|gers on | me?
PISANIO
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2->
Wake | my mist||ress.
CYMBELINE
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If this | be so,| the gods | do mean | to strike
|| me
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To death,| with mort|al joy.
PISANIO
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2->
How fares | my mist||ress?
IMOGEN
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Oh get | thee from | my sight; \\
,
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Thou gavst | me pois|on: dang|erous fel|low
hence,
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Breathe^not | where prin|ces are.
CYMBELINE
,
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The tune | of Im|ogen. (tri with prev)
PISANIO
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T T . T
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Lady,| the gods | throw stones of sul|phur on me,
if ????
,
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That box | I gave | you, was / not thought | by
me
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A pre|cious thing,| I had | it from | the queen.
CYMBELINE
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New mat|ter still.
IMOGEN
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It pois|oned me.
CORNELIUS
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O gods!
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I left | out one thing | which the queen |
confessed,
,
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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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