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Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody handkerchief. Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married
If each of you would take this course, how many
O, I am known Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him
From my remembrance. And, besides, the king
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:
By this sun that shines, I'll thither: What thing is it, that I never Did see man die? scarce ever look'd on blood, But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison ? Never bestrid a horse, save one, that had
A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd
To look upon the holy sun, to have
By heavens, I'll go : you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, I'll take the better care; but if you will not, The hazard therefore due fall on me, by
Hear patiently my purpose; I'll disrobe me
Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know
For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such
The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is taken; then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.
Bel. Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the
The lane is guarded; nothing routs us, but
'Tis their fresh supplies. Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: Or betimes Let's re-enforce, or fly. [Exeunt.
Post. Though you, Lord.
Post. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost,
seems, come from the fliers.
Where was this lane? Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf;
Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,—
Made good the passage; cry'd to those that fled,
SCENE III. Another Part of the Field.
'Lack, to what end? Lord. Cam'st thou from where they made 'he Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend: stand? For if he'll do, as he is made to do, I know, he'll quickly fly my friendship too. You have put me into rhyme. Lord.
So long a breeding, as his white beard came to,
Three thousand confident, in act as many,
Part, shame, part, spirit renew'd; that some, turn'd
But by example (O, a sin in war,
Damn'd in the first beginners!) 'gan to look
The strides they victors made: And now our cowards (Like fragments in hard voyages,) became
The life o'the need; having found the back-door
Of the unguarded hearts, Heavens, how they wound!
This was strange chance
Post. Nay, do not wonder at it: You are made
Farewell; you are angry [Erit. This is a lord! O noble
Post. Still going? -
To be i'the field, and ask, what news, of me!
'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,
For being now a favourer to the Roman,
locks upon you; So, graze, as you find pasture. 2 Gaol.
Ay, or a stomach.
More than my shanks, and wrists: You good gods, give me
The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt,
If you will take this audit, take this life,
POSTHUMUS, with wounds, as they died in the wars. They circle POSTHUMUS round, as he les sleeping.
Solemn Musick. Enter, as an apparition, SICILIUS LEONATUS, father to POSTHUMUS, an old man, attired like a warrior; leading in his hand an ancient matron, his wife, and mother to POSTHUMUS, with musick before them. Then, after other musick, follow the Two young Leonati, brothers to
Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, show
With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,
Hath my poor boy done aught but well,
Enter POSTHUMUS, and Two Gaolers.
1 Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you have That could stand up his parallel ;
Or fruitful object be
I died, whilst in the womb he stay'd
Moth. Lucina lent not me her aid,
Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,
That he deserv'd the praise o'the world,
As great Sicilius' heir.
1 Bro. When once he was mature for man, In Britain where was he
2 Bro. Help, Jupiter; or we appeal,
JUPITER descends in thunder and lightning, sitting
Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region low,
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts?
No care of yours it is; you know, 'tis ours.
Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine;
Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. -
Post. Over-roasted rather: ready long ago. Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir; if you be ready for that, you are well cooked.
Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the spectators, the dish pays the shot.
Post. [Waking.] Sleep, thou hast been a grand- wink, and will not use them. sire, and begot
A father to me: and thou hast created
A mother, and two brothers: But (O scorn!)
That have this golden chance, and know not why.
Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment
Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir: But the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills; which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain both empty: the brain the heavier for being too light, the purse too light, being drawn of heaviness: O! of this contradiction you shall now be quit. - O, the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: - Your neck, sir, is pen, book, and counters; so the acquittance follows.
Post. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache: But a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think, he would change places with his officer: for, look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go. Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.
Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then; I have not seen him so pictured: you must either be directed by some that take upon them to know; or take upon yourself that, which I am sure you do not know; or jump the after-enquiry on your own peril and how you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll never return to tell one.
Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen
[Reads.] 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.
Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death?
Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such as
Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes, to see the way the of blindness! I am sure, hanging's winking.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king.
Post. Thou bringest good news; - I am called to be made free.
Gaol. I'll be hanged then.
Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead.
[Exeunt POSTHUMUS and Messenger Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them too, that die against their wills; so I would we were all of should I, if I were one. one mind, and one mind good; O, there were desolation of gaolers, and gallowses! I speak against my present profit; but my wish hath a preferment [Exeunt.
Whose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked | (When she had fitted you with her craft,) to
Stepp'd before targe of proof, cannot be found:
I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing; Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought But beggary and poor looks.
No tidings of him? Pis. He hath been search'd among the dead and living,
But no trace of him.
Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies.
There's business in these faces: - Why so sadly Greet you our victory? you look like Romans, And not o'the court of Britain.
Cor. Hail, great king! To sour your happiness, I must report The queen is dead. Cym. Whom worse than a physician Would this report become? But I consider, By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death Will seize the doctor too. How ended she? Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life; Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd I will report, so please you: These her women Can trip me, if I err; who, with wet cheeks, Were present when she finish'd.
Cor. First, she confess'd she never lov'd you;
Affected greatness got by you, not you :
With such integrity, she did confess
O most delicate fiend! Who is't can read a woman? Is there more? Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, she had
For you a mortal mineral; which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life, and, ling'ring, By inches waste you : In which time she
By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O'ercome you with her show: yes, and in time,
Her son into the adoption of the crown.
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter!
Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that
That their good souls may be appeas'd with slaughter
Of you their captives, which ourselves have granted : So, think of your estate.