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I am fire, and air ; my other elements

Enter DOLABELLA. I give to baser life. — So, - have you done ?

Dol. How goes it here ? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.

2 Guard.

All dead. Farewell, kind Charmian; — Iras, long farewell.


Cæsar, thy thoughts [Kisses them. Iras falls and dies. Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming Have I the aspick in my lips ? Dost fall ? If thou and nature can so gently part,

To see perforin'd the dreaded act, which thou If thus thou vanishest, thou tellist the world

So sought'st to hinder. It is not worth leave-taking.

[Within.) A way there, way for Cæsar! Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain ; that I may

Enter Cæsar, and Attendants.

Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer ;
The gods themselves do weep!

This proves me base:

That you did fear, is done.

Bravest at the last
If she first meet the curled Antony,
He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss,

She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal, Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal wretch, I Took her own way. The manner of their deaths ?

I do not see them bleed. [To the Asp, which she applies to her Breast.


Who was last with them? With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,

1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her

figs; Be angry and despatch. O, couldst thou speak !

This was his basket. That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass


Poison'd then. Unpolicied! 4

1 Guard.

O Cæsar, Char. O eastern star!

This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake; Cleo.

Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,

I found her trimming up the diadem That sucks the nurse asleep?

On her dead mistress ; trembling she stood,

And on the sudden dropp'd.
O, break! O, break!

O noble weakness! Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle –

If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear O Antony! - Nay, I will take thee too :

(Applying unother Asp to her Arm. By external swelling: but she looks like sleep, What should I stay

As she would catch another Antony
(Falls on a Bed, and dies.
Char. In this wild world? - So, fare thee well.

In her strong toil of grace. 5

Here, on her breast,
Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd. — Downy windows close ;

There is a vent of blood, and something blown :

The like is on her arm.
And golden Phæbus never be beheld
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;

1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail : and these fig. I'll mend it, and then play.


Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves
Enter the Guard, rushing in.

Upon the caves of Nile.

Most probable, 1 Guard. Where is the queen ?

That so she died; for her physician tells me,
Speak softly, wake her not.

She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite
I Guard. Cæsar hath sent-
Too slow a messenger.

Of easy ways to die.

Take up her bed;
And bear her women from the monument:-

( Applies the Asp. She shall be buried by her Antony;
O, come : apace, despatch : I partly feel thee.
1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well : Cæsar's No grave upon the earth shall clip 6 in it

A pair so famous. High events as these beguild.

Strike those that make them : and their story is 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar;

No less in pity than his glory, which call him.

Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, 1 Guard. What work is here ? - Charmiap. is this

In solemn show, attend this funeral; well done? Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess

And then to Rome. - Come, Dolabella, see Descended of so many royal kings.

High order in this great solemnity. [Ereunt. Ah, soldier !


5 Graceful appearance. • Unpolitic, to leave me to myself.

6 Enfold.



CYMBELINE, l’ing of Brilain.

Two British Captains.
CLOTEN, Son to the Queen by a former Husband. PISANIO, Servant to Posthumus.
LEONATUS Posthumus, a Gentleman, Husband to Cornelius, a Physician.

Two Gentlemen.
BELARIUS, a bunished Lord, disguised under the Name Two Gaolers.

of MORGAN. GUIDERIUS, Sons to Cymbeline, disguised under Queen, Wife to Cymbeline.

the Names of POLYDORE and CAD- Imogen, Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen. ARVIRAGUS,

WAL, supposed Sons to Belarius. HELEN, Woman to Imogen. PHILAR!!, Friend to Posthumus,

Italians. IacHimo, Friend to Philario,

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, AppariA French Gentleman, Friend to Philario.

tions, a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish Caius Lucius, General of the Roman Forces.

Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, A Roman Captain.

Messengers, and other Attendants.
SCENE, sometimes in Britain; sometimes in Italy.

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SCENE I. - Britain. The Garden behind For one his like, there would be something failing Cymbeline's Palace.

In him that should compare. I do not think,

So fair an outward, and such stuff within,
Enter two Gentlemen

Endows a man but he. 1 Gent. You do not meet a man but frowns : our 2 Gent.

You speak him far. bloods

I Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers ; Crush him together, rather than unfold Still seem, as does the king's.

His measure duly. 3 2 Gent. But what's the matter? 2 Gent.

What's his name, and birtlı? I Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his king- I Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father dom, whom

Was callid Sicilius, who did join his honour,
He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow, Against the Romans, with Cassibelan :
That late he married,) hath referred herself But had his titles by Tenantius 4, whom
Unto a poor but worthy gentleman : She's wedded; He serv'd with glory and admir'd success :
Her husband banish'd; she imprison’d: all So gain’d the sur-addition, Leonatus :
Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king And had, besides this gentleman in question,
Be touch'd at very heart.

'Two other sons, who, in the wars o' the time, 2 Gent.

None but the king ? Died with their swords in hand; for which their I Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen,

father That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier, (Then old and fond of issue) took such sorrow, Although they wear their faces to the bent

That he quit being; and his gentle lady, Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd Glad at the thing they scowl at.

As he was born. The king, he takes the babe 2 Gent.

And why so? To his protection; calls him Posthumus; i Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber: Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her, Puts him to all the learnings that his time (I mean, that married her, — alack, good man! Could make him the receiver of; which he took, And therefore banish’d,) is a creature such

As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd : and As, to seek through the regions of the earth

i.e. You praise him extensively,

3 My praise, however extensive, is within his rerit " Inclination, natural disposition.

4 The father of Cymbeline.


vey'd !

In his spring became a harvest : Liv'd in court My residence in Rome at one Philario's;
(Which rare it is to do) most prais'd, most lov'd : Who to my father was a friend, to me
A sample to the youngest; to the more mature, Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,
A glass that feated 5 them; and to the graver, And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,
A child that guided dotards : to his mistress, Though ink be made of gall.
For whom he now is banished, - her own price

Re-enter QUEEN.
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
By her election may be truly read,


Be brief, I pray you: What kind of man he is.

If the king come I shall incur I know not 2 Gent. I honour him

How much of his displeasure : Yet I'll move him Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me, To walk this way: I never do him wrong,

[ Aside. Is she sole child to the king ? 1 Gent.

His only child.

But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing,

Pays dear for my offences.


Post. Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old,

Should we be taking leave l'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery As long a term as yet we have to live, Were stolen: and to this hour, no guess in knowledge The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Which way they went.

Imo. Nay, stay a little : 2 Gent. How long is this ago?

Were you but riding forth to air yourself, 1 Gent. Some twenty years.

Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; 2 Gent. That a king's children should be so con

This diamond was my mother's : take it, heart;

But keep it till you woo another wife, So slackly guarded ; And the search so slow,

When Imogen is dead. That could not trace them!


How! how ! another? 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,

You gentle gods, give me but this I have, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,

And sear up my embracements from a next Yet is it true, sir.

With bonds of death! - Remain thou here 2 Gent. I do well believe you.

(Putting on the Ring. 1 Gent. We must forbear ; Here comes the gen- | As I my poor self did exchange for you,

While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, tleman, The and princess. queen

To your so infinite loss; so in our trifles

I still win of you : For my sake, wear this ;
SCENE II. - The same.

It is a manacle of love; I'll place it

Upon this fairest prisoner. Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.

[Putting a bracelet on her Arm. Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, When shall we see again?


O, the gods ! daughter, After the slander of most step-mothers,

Enter CYMBELINE, and Lords. Evil-eyed unto you: you are my prisoner, but Post.

Alack, the king! Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys

Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid ! hence, from my That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,

sight! So soon as I can win the offended king,

If, after this command, thou fraught7 the court I will be known your advocate : marry, yet With thy unworthiness, thou diest : Away! The fire of rage is in him ; and 'twere good, Thou art poison to my blood. You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience Post.

The gods protect you! Your wisdom may inform you.

And bless the good remainders of the court!
Please your highness, I am gone.

(Erit. I will from hence to-day.

Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death Queen.

You know the peril:- More sharp than this is. I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying


O disloyal thing, The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king That shouldst repair my youth; thou heapest Hath charg'd you should not speak together. A year's age on me! (Exit QUEEN. Imo.

I beseech you, sir, Imo.

0 Harm not yourself with your vexation; I Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare 8 Can tickle where she wounds ! - My dearest hus- Subdues all pangs, all fears. band,

Сут. .

Past grace ? obedience ? I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing, Imo. Past hope, and in despair ; that way, past (Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what

grace. His rage can do on me: You must be gone ;

Cym. That mightst have had the sole son of my And I shall here abide the hourly shot

queen! Of angry eyes ; not comforted to live,

Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, But that there is this jewel in the world,

And did avoid a puttock. 9 That I may see again.

Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made Post.

My queen! my mistress ! O, lady, weep no more ; lest I give cause

A seat for baseness. To be suspected of more tenderness

my throne


No; I rather added Than doth become a man! I will remain

A lustre to it. The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth. 5 Formed their manners.

8 A more exquisite feeling.

6 Close up

7 Fill.
Y A kite,

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