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CYMBELINE

William Shakespeare

1609

CYMBELINE

Dramatis Personae

CYMBELINE, King of Britain CLOTEN, son to the Queen by a

former husband POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, a gentleman, husband to

Imogen BELARIUS, a banished lord, disguised under the name of Morgan

GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS, sons to Cymbeline, disguised under

the names of POLYDORE and CADWAL, supposed sons to Belarius

PHILARIO, Italian, friend to Posthumus IACHIMO, Italian, friend to

Philario A FRENCH GENTLEMAN, friend to Philario CAIUS LUCIUS,

General of the Roman Forces A ROMAN CAPTAIN TWO BRITISH

CAPTAINS PISANIO, servant to Posthumus CORNELIUS, a physician

TWO LORDS of Cymbeline's court TWO GENTLEMEN of the same

TWO GAOLERS

QUEEN, wife to Cymbeline IMOGEN, daughter to Cymbeline by a

former queen HELEN, a lady attending on Imogen

APPARITIONS

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, a Soothsayer, a Dutch

Gentleman, a Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers,

Messengers, and Attendants

Ssene: Britain; Italy

CYMBELINE

ACT I.

CYMBELINE

SCENE I. Britain. The garden of CYMBELINE'S

palace

FIRST GENTLEMAN. You do not meet a man but frowns; our

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

King's. SECOND GENTLEMAN. But what's the matter? FIRST

GENTLEMAN. His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom He

purpos'd to his wife's sole son- a widow That late he married- hath referr'd

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

banish'd; she imprison'd. All Is outward sorrow, though I think the King

Be touch'd at very heart. SECOND GENTLEMAN. None but the King?

FIRST GENTLEMAN. He that hath lost her too. So is the Queen, That

most desir'd the match. But not a courtier, Although they wear their faces

to the bent Of the King's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing

they scowl at. SECOND GENTLEMAN. And why so? FIRST

GENTLEMAN. He that hath miss'd the Princess is a thing Too bad for bad

report; and he that hath her- I mean that married her, alack, good man!

And therefore banish'd- is a creature such As, to seek through the regions

of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that

should compare. I do not think So fair an outward and such stuff within

Endows a man but he. SECOND GENTLEMAN. You speak him far.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him

together rather than unfold His measure duly. SECOND GENTLEMAN.

What's his name and birth? FIRST GENTLEMAN. I cannot delve him to

the root; his father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour Against the

Romans with Cassibelan, But had his titles by Tenantius, whom He serv'd

with glory and admir'd success, So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus; And

had, besides this gentleman in question, Two other sons, who, in the wars

o' th' time, Died with their swords in hand; for which their father, Then old

and fond of issue, took such sorrow That he quit being; and his gentle lady,

Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd As he was born. The King he

takes the babe To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus, Breeds

him and makes him of his bed-chamber, Puts to him all the learnings that

CYMBELINE

his time Could make him the receiver of; which he took, As we do air, fast

as 'twas minist'red, And in's spring became a harvest, liv'd in court- Which

rare it is to do- most prais'd, most lov'd, A sample to the youngest; to th'

more mature A glass that feated them; and to the graver A child that guided

dotards. To his mistress, For whom he now is banish'd- her own price

Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue; By her election may be

truly read What kind of man he is. SECOND GENTLEMAN. I honour

him Even out of your report. But pray you tell me, Is she sole child to th'

King? FIRST GENTLEMAN. His only child. He had two sons- if this be

worth your hearing, Mark it- the eldest of them at three years old, I' th'

swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stol'n; and to this hour

no guess in knowledge Which way they went. SECOND GENTLEMAN.

How long is this ago? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Some twenty years.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. That a king's children should be so convey'd,

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

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may

well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir. SECOND GENTLEMAN. I do well

believe you. FIRST GENTLEMAN. We must forbear; here comes the

gentleman, The Queen, and Princess. Exeunt

Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN

QUEEN. No, be assur'd you shall not find me, daughter, After the

slander of most stepmothers, Evil-ey'd unto you. You're my prisoner, but

Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you,

Posthumus, So soon as I can win th' offended King, I will be known your

advocate. Marry, yet The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good You lean'd

unto his sentence with what patience Your wisdom may inform you.

POSTHUMUS. Please your Highness, I will from hence to-day. QUEEN.

You know the peril. I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying The pangs of

barr'd affections, though the King Hath charg'd you should not speak

together. Exit IMOGEN. O dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant

Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband, I something fear my

father's wrath, but nothing- Always reserv'd my holy duty- what His rage

can do on me. You must be gone; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of

angry eyes, not comforted to live But that there is this jewel in the world

CYMBELINE

That I may see again. POSTHUMUS. My queen! my mistress! O lady,

weep no more, lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than

doth become a man. I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight

troth; My residence in Rome at one Philario's, Who to my father was a

friend, to me Known but by letter; thither write, my queen, And with mine

eyes I'll drink the words you send, Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter QUEEN

QUEEN. Be brief, I pray you. If the King come, I shall incur I know

not How much of his displeasure. [Aside] Yet I'll move him To walk this

way. I never do him wrong But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;

Pays dear for my offences. Exit POSTHUMUS. Should we be taking leave

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

Adieu! IMOGEN. Nay, stay a little. Were you but riding forth to air

yourself, Such parting were too petty. Look here, love: This diamond was

my mother's; take it, heart; But keep it till you woo another wife, When

Imogen is dead. POSTHUMUS. How, how? Another? You gentle gods,

give me but this I have, And sear up my embracements from a next With

bonds of death! Remain, remain thou here [Puts on the ring] While sense

can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for

you, To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles I still win of you. For my

sake wear this; It is a manacle of love; I'll place it Upon this fairest

prisoner. [Puts a bracelet on her arm] IMOGEN. O the gods! When shall

we see again?

Enter CYMBELINE and LORDS

POSTHUMUS. Alack, the King! CYMBELINE. Thou basest thing,

avoid; hence from my sight If after this command thou fraught the court

With thy unworthiness, thou diest. Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.

POSTHUMUS. The gods protect you, And bless the good remainders of

the court! I am gone. Exit

IMOGEN. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.

CYMBELINE. O disloyal thing, That shouldst repair my youth, thou

heap'st A year's age on me! IMOGEN. I beseech you, sir, Harm not

yourself with your vexation. I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more

rare Subdues all pangs, all fears. CYMBELINE. Past grace? obedience?

CYMBELINE

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

That mightst have had the sole son of my queen! IMOGEN. O blessed that

I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock. CYMBELINE.

Thou took'st a beggar, wouldst have made my throne A seat for baseness.

IMOGEN. No; I rather added A lustre to it. CYMBELINE. O thou vile one!

IMOGEN. Sir, It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus. You bred him

as my playfellow, and he is A man worth any woman; overbuys me Almost

the sum he pays. CYMBELINE. What, art thou mad? IMOGEN. Almost,

sir. Heaven restore me! Would I were A neat-herd's daughter, and my

Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son!

Re-enter QUEEN

CYMBELINE. Thou foolish thing! [To the QUEEN] They were

again together. You have done Not after our command. Away with her,

And pen her up. QUEEN. Beseech your patience.- Peace, Dear lady

daughter, peace!- Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves, and make

yourself some comfort Out of your best advice. CYMBELINE. Nay, let

her languish A drop of blood a day and, being aged, Die of this folly. Exit,

with LORDS

Enter PISANIO

QUEEN. Fie! you must give way. Here is your servant. How now, sir!

What news? PISANIO. My lord your son drew on my master. QUEEN.

Ha! No harm, I trust, is done? PISANIO. There might have been, But that

my master rather play'd than fought, And had no help of anger; they were

parted By gentlemen at hand. QUEEN. I am very glad on't. IMOGEN.

Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part To draw upon an exile! O

brave sir! I would they were in Afric both together; Myself by with a

needle, that I might prick The goer-back. Why came you from your master?

PISANIO. On his command. He would not suffer me To bring him to the

haven; left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to, When't

pleas'd you to employ me. QUEEN. This hath been Your faithful servant. I

dare lay mine honour He will remain so. PISANIO. I humbly thank your

Highness. QUEEN. Pray walk awhile. IMOGEN. About some half-hour

hence, Pray you speak with me. You shall at least Go see my lord aboard.

For this time leave me. Exeunt

CYMBELINE

SCENE II. Britain. A public place

Enter CLOTEN and two LORDS

FIRST LORD. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of

action hath made you reek as a sacrifice. Where air comes out, air comes

in; there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent. CLOTEN. If my

shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him? SECOND LORD.

[Aside] No, faith; not so much as his patience. FIRST LORD. Hurt him!

His body's a passable carcass if he be not hurt. It is a throughfare for steel

if it be not hurt. SECOND LORD. [Aside] His steel was in debt; it went o'

th' back side the town. CLOTEN. The villain would not stand me.

SECOND LORD. [Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.

FIRST LORD. Stand you? You have land enough of your own; but he

added to your having, gave you some ground. SECOND LORD. [Aside]

As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies! CLOTEN. I would they had

not come between us. SECOND LORD. [Aside] So would I, till you had

measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground. CLOTEN. And that

she should love this fellow, and refuse me! SECOND LORD. [Aside] If it

be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd. FIRST LORD. Sir, as I told

you always, her beauty and her brain go not together; she's a good sign,

but I have seen small reflection of her wit. SECOND LORD. [Aside] She

shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her. CLOTEN. Come,

I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done! SECOND

LORD. [Aside] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is

no great hurt. CLOTEN. You'll go with us? FIRST LORD. I'll attend your

lordship. CLOTEN. Nay, come, let's go together. SECOND LORD. Well,

my lord. Exeunt

CYMBELINE

SCENE III. Britain. CYMBELINE'S palace

Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO

IMOGEN. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' th' haven, And

questioned'st every sail; if he should write, And I not have it, 'twere a

paper lost, As offer'd mercy is. What was the last That he spake to thee?

PISANIO. It was: his queen, his queen! IMOGEN. Then wav'd his

handkerchief? PISANIO. And kiss'd it, madam. IMOGEN. Senseless linen,

happier therein than I! And that was all? PISANIO. No, madam; for so

long As he could make me with his eye, or care Distinguish him from

others, he did keep The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, Still

waving, as the fits and stirs of's mind Could best express how slow his

soul sail'd on, How swift his ship. IMOGEN. Thou shouldst have made

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

Madam, so I did. IMOGEN. I would have broke mine eyestrings, crack'd

them but To look upon him, till the diminution Of space had pointed him

sharp as my needle; Nay, followed him till he had melted from The

smallness of a gnat to air, and then Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But,

good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him? PISANIO. Be assur'd,

madam, With his next vantage. IMOGEN. I did not take my leave of him,

but had Most pretty things to say. Ere I could tell him How I would think

on him at certain hours Such thoughts and such; or I could make him

swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour; or

have charg'd him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, T'

encounter me with orisons, for then I am in heaven for him; or ere I could

Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words,

comes in my father, And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes

all our buds from growing.

Enter a LADY

LADY. The Queen, madam, Desires your Highness' company.

IMOGEN. Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd. I will attend the

Queen. PISANIO. Madam, I shall. Exeunt

CYMBELINE

SCENE IV. Rome. PHILARIO'S house

Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a FRENCHMAN, a DUTCHMAN, and

a SPANIARD

IACHIMO. Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain. He was then of

a crescent note, expected to prove so worthy as since he hath been allowed

the name of. But I could then have look'd on him without the help of

admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by

his side, and I to peruse him by items. PHILARIO. You speak of him when

he was less furnish'd than now he is with that which makes him both

without and within. FRENCHMAN. I have seen him in France; we had

very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he. IACHIMO.

This matter of marrying his king's daughter, wherein he must be weighed

rather by her value than his own, words him, I doubt not, a great deal from

the matter. FRENCHMAN. And then his banishment. IACHIMO. Ay, and

the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her

colours are wonderfully to extend him, be it but to fortify her judgment,

which else an easy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar, without less

quality. But how comes it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps

acquaintance? PHILARIO. His father and I were soldiers together, to

whom I have been often bound for no less than my life.

Enter POSTHUMUS

Here comes the Briton. Let him be so entertained amongst you as

suits with gentlemen of your knowing to a stranger of his quality. I

beseech you all be better known to this gentleman, whom I commend to

you as a noble friend of mine. How worthy he is I will leave to appear

hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing. FRENCHMAN. Sir,

we have known together in Orleans. POSTHUMUS. Since when I have

been debtor to you for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay and yet pay

still. FRENCHMAN. Sir, you o'errate my poor kindness. I was glad I did

atone my countryman and you; it had been pity you should have been put

together with so mortal a purpose as then each bore, upon importance of

so slight and trivial a nature. POSTHUMUS. By your pardon, sir. I was

then a young traveller; rather shunn'd to go even with what I heard than in

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