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Cym. Come, stand thou by our side ;
Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wido Make thy demand aloud. Sir, (to lach.] step Upon his honour'd finger, to attain
In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; By hers and mine adultery: be, true knight, Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it,
No lesser of her honour confident
Of Phoebus' whcel; and might so safely, had it Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may ren- Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Of whom he had this ring.
[der Post I in this design: well may you, sir, Post. Wbat's that to him?
[uside. Remember me at court, where I was taught Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say, Of your chaste daughter the wide difference How came it yours?
Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that
quench'd Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
Of hope, not looging, mine Italian brain
'Gan in your duller Britain operate
That I return'd with simular proof enough
By wounding his belief in her renown As it doth me), a nobler sir ne'er liv’d.
With tokens thus, and thus : avering notes ‘Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,
Cym. All, that belongs to this. [my lord ? (O, cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks Iach. That paragon, thy daughter,
Of secret on her person, that he could not For whom my heart drops blood, and my false But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, spirits
I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupou, Quail to rememler, Give me leave; I faint. Methinks I see him now,Cym. My daughter! what of her ? renew thy Post. Ay, so thou dust, (coming forward strength:
Italian fiend ! — Ah me, most credulous fool,
Iach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock To come!-0, give me cord, or knife, or poison,
Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.
My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
Imo. Peace, my lord : hear, hear,—
Post. Shall's have a play of this ? thou scornful Come to the matter,
page, Iach. All too soon I shall,
Thepz lie thy part.
(striking her; she falls Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly.—This Post- Pis. O, gentlemen, help, help (Most like a noble lord in love, and one (húmus Mine, and your mistress:-0, my lord Posthúmus! That had a royal lover), took his hint;
You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now:-Help, help:And, not dispraising whom we prais'd (therein Mine honour'd lady! He was as calm as virtue), he began
Cym. Does the world go round? His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being Post. How come these staggers on me? made
Pis. Wake, my mistress ! And then a mind put in't, either our brags Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description | To death with mortal joy.
(me Prov'd us unspeaking sots.
Pis. How fares my mistress? Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose.
Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Iach. Your daughter's chastity—there it begins. Thou gavosť me poison : dangerous fellow, hence, He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams, Breathe not where princes are. And she alone were cold: whereat, I, wretch! Cym. The tune of Iniogeu ! Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Pis. Lady,
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it.
(me Imo. It poison'd me.
Were nothing prince-like; for, he did provoke Cor. O gods !
With language that would make me spurn the sea, I left out one thing which the queen confess'd, If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; Which must approve thee honest: if Pisanio And am right glad, he is not standing here Have, said she, given his mistress that confection To tell this tale of mine. Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd Cym. I am sorry for thee : As I would serve a rat.
By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and Cym. What's this, Cornelius ?
Endure our law : thou art dead.
I must Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me Imo. That headless man To temper poisons for her ; still pretending I thought had been my lord. The satisfaction of her knowledge, only
Cym. Bind the offender, In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs
And take him from our presence. Of no esteem : I, dreading that her purpose
Bel. Stay, sir, king : Was of more danger, did compound for her This man is better than the man he slew, A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease As well descended as thyself; and hath The present power of life; but, in short time, M м of thee meted, than a band of Clotens Al offices of nature should again
Had ever scar for.-Let his arms alone; Do their due functions.--Have you ta'en of it ?
[to the Guarch Imo. Most like I did; for I was dead.
They were not born for bondage. Bel. My boys,
Cym. Why, old soldier, There was our error,
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, Gui. This is sure, Fidele. [from you? By tasting of our wrath ? how of descent
Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady | As good as we?
[embracing him. Cym. And thou shalt die for't. Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul,
Bel. We will die all three: Till the tree die !
But I will prove, that two of us are as good Cym. How now, my flesh, my child!
As I have given out him.-My sons, I must, What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ? For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, Wilt thou not speak to me ?
Thoagh, haply, well for you. Imo. Your blessing, sir.
[kneeling. Arv. Your danger is Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame Ours. ye not;
Gui. And our good his. You had a motive for't. [to Gui. and drv. Bel. Have at it then.Cym. My tears, that fall,
By leave :-- Thou hadst, great king, a subject who Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
Was call'd Belarius. Thy mother's dead.
Cym. What of him ? he is Imo. I am sorry for't, my lord.
(was, A banish'd traitor. Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it Bel. He it is, that hath That we meet here so strangely : but her son Assum'd this age; indeed, a banish'd man; Is gone, we know not how, nor where.
I know not how, a traitor. Pis. My lord,
(Cloten, Cym. Take him hence; Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord The whole world shall not save him. Upon my lady's missing, came to me
Bel. Not too hot:
And let it be confiscate all, so soon
Cym. Nursing of my sons ?
Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy: here's my knco Then in my pocket; which directed him
Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons ; To seek her on the mountains near to Milford ; Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Which he inforc'd from me, away he posts And think they are my sons, are none of mine ; With unchaste purpose, and with oaths to violate They are the issue of your loins, my liege, My lady's honour: what became of him,
And blood of your begetting. I further know not.
Cym. How ! my issue ?2009 Gui. Let me end the story :
Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan I slew him there.
Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'ds Cym. Marry, the gods forfend!
Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punish I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
ment Pluck a hard sentence: pr’ythee, valiant youth, Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, Deny't agaia.
Was all the harm I didThese gentle princes
(For ench, and so they are), these twenty years From chance to chance; but nor the time, noi
Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,
Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever. The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd
[to. Bel Unto
end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, Imo. You are my father too; and did relievo Here are your sons again; and I must lose To see this gracious season.
[me, Two of the sweetest companions in the world :- Cym. All o'erjoy'd, The benediction of these covering heavens Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy For they shall taste our comfort. To inlay heaven with stars.
Imo. My good master, Cym. Thou weep'st, and speak'st.
I will yet do you service. The service, that you three have done, is more I.uc. Happy be you! Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my children; Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, If these be they, I know not how to wish He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd A pair of worthier sons.
The thankings of a king. Bel. Be pleas'd awhile,
Post. I am, sir, This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
The soldier that did company these three Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius ; In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
The purpose I then follow'd :- That I was he, Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd Speak, lachimo; I had you down, and might In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand Have made you finish. Of his queen mother, which, for more probation, Iach. I am down again :
[kneeling. I can with ease produce.
But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, Cym. Guiderius had
As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
you, It was a mark of wonder.
Which I so often owe; but, your ring first; Bel. This is he;
And here the bracelet of the truest princess, Who hath upon him still that natural stamp: That ever swore her faith. It was wise nature's end in the donation,
Post. Kneel not to me: To be his evidence now.
The power, that I have on you, is to spare you ; Cym. O, what, am I
The malice towards you, to forgive you. Live, A motber to the birth of three? Ne'er mother And deal with others better. Rejoic'd deliverance more :-- Bless'd may you be, Cym. Nobly doom'd : That, after this strange starting from your orbs, We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law ; You may reign in them now !-O Imogen, Pardon's the word to all. Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
Arv. You holp us, sir, Imo. No, my lord;
[brothers, As you did mean indeed to be our brother, I bave got two worlds by't-0, my gentle Joy'd are we, that you are. Have we thus met ? O never say hereafter, Post. Your servant, princes.— Good my lord But I am truest speaker; you call’d me brother,
of Rome, When I was but your sister; I you brothers, Call forth your soothsayer. As I slept, methought, When you were so indeed.
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, Cym. Did you e'er meet?
Appeard to me, with other spritely shows Arv. Ay, my good lord.
Of mine own kindred: when I wak’d, I found Gui. And at first meeting lov'd;
This label on my bosom; whose containing Continued so, until we thought he died.
Is so from sense in hardness, that I can Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. Make no collection of it; let him show Cym. O rare instinct !
His skill in the construction, When shall I hear all through? This fierce Luc. Philarmonus, abridgment
Sooth. Here, my good lord. Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
Luc. Read, and declare the meaning. Distinction should be rich in. Where? how liv'd Sooth. [reads] “When as a lion's whelp, &c." you ?
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp ; And when came you to serve our Roman captive? The fit and apt construction of thy name, How parted with your brothers ? how first met Being Leo-natus, doth import so much: them?
[These, The piece of tender sir, thy virtuous daughter, Why fled you from the court? and whither?
[to Cymhe Ard your three motives to the battle, with Which we call mollis aer, and mollis aer I know ont how much more, should be demanded; We term mulier: which mulier, I divine, And all the other by-dependencies,
Is this most constant wife; who, even now,
Answering the letter of the oracle,
Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant With this most tender air.
Is full accomplished : for the Roman eagle, Cym. This hath some seeming.
From south to west on wing soaring aloft, Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o'tho sun Personates thee : and thy lopp'd branches point So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle, Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarius stolen, The imperial Cæsar, should again unite For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue
Which shines here in the west. Promises Britain peace and plenty.
Cym. Laud we the gods; Cym. Well,
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils My peace we will begin :- And, Caius Lucius, From our bless'd altars! Publish we this peace Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, To all our subjects. Set we forward: let And to the Roman empire ; promising
A Roman and a British ensign wave To pay our wonted tribute, from the which Friendly together : so through Lud's town march; We were dissuaded by our wicked queen; And in the temple of great Jupiter Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her, and hers) Our peace we'll ratify ; seal it with feasts. Have laid most heavy hand.
Set on there :- Never was a war did cease, Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune Ere bloody bands were wash'd, with such a peace. The harmony of this peace. The vision
OMEDY OF ERRORS,
Solinus, Duke of Ephesus.
Pinch a Schoolmaster, and a Conjurer.
Twin Brothers, and Sons to Æmilia, Wife to Ægeon, an Abbess at Ephesus
Ægeon and Æmilia, but un. Adriana, Wife to Antipholus of Ephesus.
Luciana, her sister,
Gaoler, Officers, and other Attendant
SCENE I. A HALL IN THE DUKE'S PALACE. I'll utter what my sorrow gives me leave. Enter Duke, Ægeon, Gaoler, Officers, and other In Syracusa was I born; and wed Attendants,
Unto a woman, happy but for me, Æge. Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall, And by me too, had not our hap been bad. And, by the doom of death, end woes and all. With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth increas'u,
Duke. Merchant of Syracusa, plead no more ; By prosperous voyages I often made I am not partial to infringe our laws:
To Epidamnum, 'till my factor's death; The enmity and discord, which of late
And he (great care of goods at random left) Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke Drew me from kind embracements of my spouse : To merchants, our well-dealing countrymen,- From whom my absence was not six months old. Who, wanting gilders to redeem their lives, Before herself (almost at fainting under Have seald his rigorous statutes with their The pleasing punishment that women bear), bloods
Had made provision for her following me, Excludes all pity from our threat'ning looks. And soon, and safe, arrived where I was. For, since the mortal and intestine jars
There she had not been long, but she became 'Twixt thy seditious countrymen and us,
A joyful mother of two goodly sons ; It hath in solemn synods been decreed,
And, which was strange, the one so like the othes Both by the Syracusans and ourselves,
As could not be distinguish'd but by names. To admit no traffic to our adverse towns :
That very hour, and in the self-same inn, Nay, more,
A poor mean woman was delivered If any, born at Ephesus, be seen
Of such a burden, male twins, both alike : At any Syracusan marts and fairs;
Those, for their parents were exceeding poor, Again, if any Syracusan born
I bought, and brought up to attend my sons. Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies,
My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys His goods confiscate to the duke's disposo; Made daily motions for our home return : Unless a thousand marks be levied,
Unwilling I agreed ; alas, too soon, To quit the penalty, and to ransome him.
We came aboard : Thy substance, valued at the highest rate,
A league from Epidamnum bad we saild, Cannot amount unto a hundred marks :
Before the always wind-obeying deep Therefore, by law thou art condemn'd to die. Gave any tragic instance of our barm : Æge. Yet this my comfort; when your words But longer did we not retain much hope; are done,
For what obscured light the heavens did grarit, My woes end likewise with the evening sun. Did but convey unto our fearful minds
Duke. Well, Syracusan, cay, in brief, the cause a doubtful warrant of immediate dèath ;
Æge. A heavier task could not have been im- Weeping before what she saw must come,