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What would'st thou, boy? | The mansion where !) 'twas at a feast, (O 'would I love thee more and more; think more and more Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least, What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on? Those which I heav'd to head !) the good Posthúmus, speak,
(What should I say? he was too good, to be Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend ? Where ill men were ; and was the best of all
Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, Among'st the rar’st of good ones,) sitting sadly, Than I to your highness; who, being born your Hearing us praise our loves of Italy vassal,
For beauty that made barren the swellid boast Am something nearer.
Of him that best could speak : for feature, laming Cym.
Wherefore ey'st him so ? The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please
Postures beyond brief nature; for condition, To give me hearing.
A shop of all the qualities that man Cym.
Ay, with all my heart, Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving, And lend my best attention. What's thy name? Fairness, which strikes the eye : Imo. Fidele, sir.
I stand on fire : Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page;
Come to the matter. I'll be thy master : Walk with me; speak freely. Jach.
All too soon I shall, (CYMBELINE and IMOGEN Converse apart. Unless thou would'st grieve quickly. This PostBel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death?
One sand another (Most like a noble lord in love, and one Not more resembles : That sweet rosy lad,
That had a royal lover,) took his hint; Who died, and was Fidele: – What think you ? And, not dispraising whom we prais'd, (therein Gui. The same dead thing alive.
He was as calm as virtue) he began Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not ; His mistress picture; which by his tongue being forbear;
made, Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure And then a mind put in't, either our brags He would have spoke to us.
Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Gui.
But we saw him dead. Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Bel. Be silent ; let's see further.
Nay, nay, to the purpose. Pis.
It is my mistress : Tach. Your daughter's chastity — There it begins.
[ Aside. He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams, Since she is living, let the time run on,
And she alone were cold: Whereat, I, wretch ! To good, or bad.
Made scruple of his praise ; and wager'd with him [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore Сут. .
Come, stand thou by our side; Upon his honour'd finger, to attain Make thy demand aloud. Sir, [to Iach.] step In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring you forth;
By hers and mine adultery : he, true knight, Give answer to this boy, and do it freely ;
No lesser of her honour confident Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it,
Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
And would so, had it been a carbuncle Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to Of Phæbus' wheel; and might so safely, had it him.
Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Post I in this design: Well may you, sir, Of whom he had this ring.
Remember me at court, where I was taught Post.
What's that to him ? Of your chaste daughter the wide difference
(Aside. 'Twixt amorous and villainous. Being thus quench'd Cym. That diamond upon your finger say, Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain How came it yours?
'Gan in your duller Britain operate Jach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Most vilely ; for my vantage, excellent ; Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
And, to be brief, my practice so prevail’d, Cym.
How! me? That I return'd with simular proof enough Iach. I am glad to be constrain’d to utter that To make the noble Leonatus mad, which
By wounding his belief in her renown Torments me to conceal. By villainy
With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes got this ring ; 'twas Leonatus' jewel :
Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet, Whom thou didst banish ; and (which more, may (O, cunning, how I got it !) nay, some marks grieve thee,
Of secret on her person, that he could not As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd
But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd, 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon, lord ?
Methinks, I see him now, Cym. All that belongs to this.
Ay, so thou dost Iach. That paragon, thy daughter,
(Coming forward. For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Italian fiend! · Ah me, most credulous fool, Quail to remember, Give me leave; I faint. Egregious murderer, thief, any thing Cym. My daughter ! what of Irer? Renew thy That's due to all the villains past, in being,
strength : I had rather thou should'st live while nature will,
To come! - 0, give me cord, or knife, or poison, Than die ere I hear more: strive, man, and speak. For torturers ingenious: it is I
Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out
That all the abhorred things o’the earth amend,
That kill'd thy daughter : - villain-like, I lie; Сут. .
My tears, that fan, That caus' a lesser villain than myself,
Prove holy water on thee! Imogen A sacrilegious thief, to do't : — the temple
Thy mother's dead. Of virtue was she ; yea, and she herself.
I am sorry for't, my lord. Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set Cym. O, she was naught; and long other it was, The dogs o’the street to bay me : every villain That we meet here so strangely: But her son Be call’d, Posthumus Leonatus ; and
Is gone, we know not how, nor where. Be villainy less than 'twas ! - O Imogen!
My lord, My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten, Imogen, Imogen!
Upon my lady's missing, came to me Imo.
Peace, my lord; hear, hear With his sword drawn ; foam'd at the mouth, and Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful
If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
O, gentlemen, help, help I had a feigned letter of my master's
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Cym.
Does the world go round? Which he inforc'd from me, away he posts Post. How come these staggers on me ?
With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate Pis.
Wake, my mistress! My lady's honour: what became of him,
Let me end the story : Pis.
How fares my mistress ? I slew him there. Imo. O, get thee from my sight;
Marry, the gods forefend ! Thou gav'st me poison : dangerous fellow, hence! I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Breathe not where princes are.
Pluck a hard sentence : pr’ythee, valiant youth, Cym.
The tune of Imogen! | Deny't again. Pis. Lady,
I have spoke it, and I did it. The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
Cym. He was a prince. Chat box I gave you was not thought by me
Gui. A most uncivil one : The wrongs he did me A precious thing; I had it from the queen. Were nothing prince-like; for he did proroke me Cym. New matter still ?
With language that would make me spurn the sea, Inio. It poison'd me.
If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head ;
O gods! And am right glad, he is not standing here
I am sorry for thee. Have, said she, given his mistress that confection By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv'd
Endure our law : Thou art dead. As I would serve a rat.
That headless man Cym.
What's this, Cornelius ? I thought had been my lord. Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me Cym.
Bind the offender, To temper poisons for her ; still pretending
And take him from our presence. The satisfaction of her knowledge, only
Stay, sir king In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs
This man is better than the man he slew, Of no esteem : I, dreading that her purpose As well descended as thyself; and hath . Was of more danger, did compound for her
More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease Had ever scar for. Let his arms alone; The present power of life; but, in short time,
[To the guard. All offices of nature should again
They were not born for bondage. Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it?
Why, old soldier, Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, Bel.
My boys, By tasting of our wrath ? How of descent
As good as we?
In that he spake too far. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from Cym. And thou shalt die for't.
We will die all three . Think, that you are upon a rock; and now But I will prove, that two of us are as good Throw me again.
[Embracing him. As I have given out him. - My sons, must, Post.
Hang there like fruit, my soul, For mine own part, urfold a dangerous speech, Till the tree die !
Though, haply, well for you.
Your danger is What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act?
Gui. And our good his.
Have at it then. [K'neeling. By leave ; Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Cel. Though you did love this youth, I blame Was call'd Belarius. ye not ;
What of him ? he is You had a motive for it.
A banish'd traitor. [To GUIDERIUS and ARTIRAGUS. Bei.
He it is, that hath
Assum'd this age : indeed, a banish'd man;
Did you e'er meat? I know not how, a traitor.
Arv. Ay, my good lord.
And at first meeting lor'd; The whole world shall not save him.
Continued so, until we thought he died. Bel.
Not too hot: Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ;
O rare instinct ! And let it be confiscate all, so soon
When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgeAs I have receiv'd it.
ment, Cym. Nursing of my sons ?
Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy : Here's my knee; Distinction should be rich in. - Where, how liv'd Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons ;
you, Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, And when came you to serve our Roman captive? These two young gentlemen, that call me father, How parted with your brothers ? how first met them? And think they are my sons, are none of mine ; Why fled you from the court ? and whither ? These, They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
And your three motives to the battle, with And blood of your begetting.
I know not how much more, should be demanded; Cym.
How! my issue ? And all the other by-dependancies, Bel
. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd : Will serve our long intergatories. See, Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Posthumus anchors upon Imogen; Itself, and all my treason ; that I suffer'd,
And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting (For such, and so they are,) these twenty years
Each object with a joy; the counterchange Have I train’d up: those arts they have, as I Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as And smoke the temple with our sacrifices. Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, Thou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever. Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
[ To BELARIUS Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't;
Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, Having receiv'd the punishment before,
To see this gracious season. For that which I did then : Beaten for loyalty,
Save these in bonds ; let them be joyful too,
My good master, Here are your sons again ; and I must lose I will yet do you service. Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :
Happy be you! The benediction of these covering heavens
Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd To inlay heaven with stars.
The thankings of a king.
I am, sir,
The purpose I then follow'd; — That I was he, A pair of worthier sons.
Speak, Iachimo : I had you down, and might Bel.
Be pleas'd awhile. Have made you finish. This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
I am down again : [X'neeling. Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius : But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arvirágus,
As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you, Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd Which I so often owe: but, your ring first; In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand And here the bracelet of the truest princess, Of his queen mother, which, for more probation,
That ever swore her faith. I can with ease produce.
Kneel not to me; Cym. Guiderius had
The power that I have on you, is to spare you ; Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star ;
The malice towards you, to forgive you : Live, It was a mark of wonder.
And deal with others better.
Pardon's the word to all. To be his evidence now.
You holp us, sir, Cym. 0, what am I
you did mean indeed to be our brother; A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Joy'd are we, that you are. Rejoic'd deliverance more :- Bless'd may you be,
Post. Your servant, princes. Good my lord o That, after this strange starting from your orbs,
Rome, You may reign in them now ! - O Imogen, Call forth your soothsayer : As I slept, methouglig Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, Imo.
No, my lord; Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brothers, Of mine own kindred : when I wak'd, I found Have we thus met ? O never say hereafter,
This label on my bosom ; whose containing But I am truest speaker : you call’d me brother, Is so from sense in hardness, that I can When I was but your sister; I you brothers, Make no collection of it; let him show When you were so indeed.
His skill in the construction.
My peace we will begin : - And, Caius Lucius, Luc.
Read, and declare the meaning. Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to And to the Roman empire ; promising himself unknown, without seeking find, and be em- To pay our wonted tribute, from the which braced by a piece of tender air; and when from a We were dissuaded by our wicked queen : stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her, and hers) dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the Ilave laid most heavy hand. old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus Sooth. The fingers of the powers above do tune end his miseries, Britain be fortunate, and flourish in The harmony of this peace. The vision peace and plenty.
Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp ;
Is full accomplish'd: For the Roman eagle, The fit and apt construction of thy name,
From south to west on wing soaring aloft, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much :
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, So vanish'd : which foreshow'd our princely eagle,
The imperial Cæsar, should again unite Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, We term it mulier : which mulier I divine,
Which shines here in the west. Is this most constant wife ; who, even now,
Laud we the gods; Answering the letter of the oracle,
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about From our bless'd altars ! Publish we this peace With this most tender air.
To all our subjects. Set we forward : Let Cym.
This hath some seeming. A Roman and a British ensign wave Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
Friendly together : so through Lud's town march: Personates thee : and thy lopp'd branches point And in the temple of great Jupiter Thy two sons forth : who, by Belarius stolen,
Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts. For many years thought dead, are now reviv'd, Set on there : - Never was a war did cease, To the majestick cedar join'd; whose issue Ere bloody hands were wasl’d, with such a peace. Promises Britain peace and plenty.
SATURNINUS, son to the late Emperor of Rome, and Æmilius, a noble Roman.
afterwards declared Emperor himself. ALARBUS, BASSIANUS, brother to Saturninus; in love with CHIRON,
sons to Tamora. Lavinia.
DEMETRIUS, Titus ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, general against AARON, a moor, beloved by Tamora. the Goths.
A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown , Romans Marcus ANDRONICUS, tribune of the people; and Goths and Romans.
brother to Titus. Lucius,
Tamora, Queen of the Goths. QUINTUS,
Lavinia, daughter to Titus Andronicus.
A Nurse, and a black Child.
Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Publius, son to Marcus the tribune.
Soldiers, and Attendants.
Enter Marcus ANDRONICUS, aloft, with the crown. SCENE I. — Rome. Before the Capitol.
Mar. Princes — that strive by factions, and by The tomb of the Andronici appearing; the Tribunes
friends, and Senators aloft, as in the Senate. Enter, below, Ambitiously for rule and empery, Saturninus and his Followers, on one side ; and Know, that the people of Rome, for whom we stand BASSIANI'S and his Followers, on the other ; with
A special party, have, by common voice, urum; and colours.
In election for the Roman empery, Sat, Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius Defend the justice of my cause with arms;
For many good and great deserts to Rome;
A nobler man, a braver warrior,
He by the senate is accited home,
From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; Then let my father's honours live in me,
That, with his sons, a terror to our foes, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.
Hath yok'd a nation strong, train'd up in arms. Bas. Romans, — friends, followers, favourers of Ten years are spent, since first he undertook my right,
This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms If ever Bassianus, Cæsar's son,
Our enemies' pride: Five times he hath return'd Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome,
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons Keep then this passage to the Capitol ;
In coffins from the field; And suffer not disaonour to approach
And now at last, laden with honour's spoils, The imperial seat, to virtue consecrate,
Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, To justice, continence, and nobility :
Renowned Titus, Aourishing in arms, But let desert in pure election shine;
Let us entreat. By honour of his name, A d, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. Whom, worthily, you would love now succeed,