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Thy masteris not there: who was, indeed, The riches of it: Do his bidding, strike.— Thou may’st be valiant in a better cause; But now thou seem'st a coward. . Pisan. Hence, vile instrument! Thou shalt not damn my hand. Imo. Why, I must die; And if I do not by thy hand, thou a No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, That cravens my weak hand. Come, here’s my heart; [fence; Something's afore’t:-Soft, soft; we’ll no deObedient as the scabbard.—What is here? The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, All turn'd to heresy” Away, away, Corrupters of my faith? you shall no more Be stomachers to my heart! Thus may poor fools Believe false teachers: Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Stands in worse case of woe. And thou, Posthumus, that diddest set up My disobedience 'gainst the king my father, And mad'st me put into contempt the suits Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself, To think, when thou shalt be dis-edg'd by her That now thou tir'ston', how thy memory Will then be pang'd by me.—Pr'ythee, dispatch: The lamb entreatsthe butcher: Where's thy knife? Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding, When I desire it too. Pisan. O gracious lady: Since I receiv'd command to do this business, I have not slept one wink. Imo. Do’t, and to bed then. Pisan. I’ll wake mine eye-balls blind first. Imo. Wherefore then Did'st undertake it? Why hast thou abus'd o many miles, with a pretence? this place? Mine action, aird thine own our horses’ labour? The time inviting thee? the perturb’d court, For my being absent, whereunto I never o: return? Why hast thou gonoso far, To be unbent, when thou hast ta'en thy stand, The elected deer before thee? Pisan. But to win time To lose so bad employment: in the which I have consider'd of a course; Good lady, Hearine with patience. Imo. Talk thy tongue weary; speak: I have heard, I am a .. and mine ear, Therein false struck, can take no greater wound, Nortent to bottom that. But speak. Pisan. Then, madam, I thought you would not back again.
Imo, Most like; Bringing me here to kill me.
Pisan. Notso, neither: But if I were as wise as honest, then My purpose would prove well. It cannot be, But that my master is abus'd: Some villain, ay, and singular in his art, Hath done you both this cursed injury.
Imo. Some Roman courtezan.
Pisan. No, on my life. ['ll give but notice you are dead, and send him
I should do so: You shall be miss'd at Court, And that will well confirm it, Imo. Why, good fellow, live? What shall I do the while where bide?" how Qr in my life what comfort, when I am Dead to my husband? Pisan. If you'll back to the court,Ino. No court, no father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing; That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege. Pisan. If not at court, Then not in Britain must you bide. Imo. Where then? Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night, Are they not but in Britain? I the world's volumé Qur Britain seems as of it, but not in it; In a great pool, a swan's nest: Pr'ythee, think There's livers out of Britain. Pisan. I am most glad You think of other place. The embassador, Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind Park as your fortune is; and but disguise !hat, which to appear itself, must not yet be, But by self danger’; you should tread a course Pretty, and full of view’; yea, haply, near The residence of Posthumus; so nigh, at least, That though his actions were not visible, yet Report should render him hourly to your ear, As truly as he moves, Imo. O, for such means t Though peril to my modesty, not death on 't, I would adventure. Pisan. Well, then here's the point: You must forget to be a woman; change Qommand into obedience; fear, and ničeness, (The handmaids of all women, or, more truly, Woman its pretty self) into a waggish courage; Ready in i. quick-answer'd, saucy, and As quarrellous as the weazel; nay, you must Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek, Exposing it, (but, O the harder heart:Alack, no remedy!) to the greedy touch
39f common-kissing Titan; and forget
Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
You made great Juno angry,
I see into thy end, and am almost
A man already.
• A hawk is said to tire upon that which he pecks; from tirer, French. * The meaning is, “Yor
myst disguise that greatness, which, to appear tereafter in its pr : i. e. with opportunities of examining your affairs with your own eyes.
great danger to itself.”
operform, cannot yet appear without
-That we have given him cause.
Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords.
0|It is a thing most precious.
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
Re-enter the Servant.
Cymb. Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? Serv. Please you, sir, [swer Her chambers are all lock'd; and there’s no anThat will be given to the loud of noise we make. 2ueen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, She should that duty leave unpaid to you, Which daily she was bound to proffer: this She wish'd me to make known; but our greatcourt Made me to blame in memory.
Cym. Her doors lock'd? [fear, Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I Prove false! [Exit.
2ueen. Son, Isay, follow the king.
Clot. That man of hers, Pisanio herold servant, I have not seen these two days. [Exit.
2ueen. Go, look after.— Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus'— He hath a drug of mine: I pray his absence . Proceed by swallowing that; for he believes But for her, [her: Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seiz'd Or, wing'd with fervour of her love, she's flown To her desir'd Posthumus: Gone she is To death, or to dishonour; and my end Can make good use of either: She being down, I have the placing of the British crown.
How now, my son?
Clot. "Tis certain, she is fled:
Clot. "Tis all the better;
i. e. we'll make our work even with our time; we’ll do what time will allow,
inlisted and bound myself to it.
Dare come about him.
* i. e. I have Queen.
royal; And that she hath all courtly partsmore exquisite Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one The best she hath, and she, of all compounded, Outsells them all; I love her therefore: But, Disdaining me, and throwing favours on The low Posthumus, slanders so her judgement, That what's else rare, is choak'd; and, in that I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed, [point, To be reveng'd upon her. For, when fools Enter Pisanio. Shall—Who is here? What! are you packing, sirrah 2 Come hither: Ah, you precious pandar! Villain, Where is thy lady? In a word; or else Thou art straightway with the fiends. Pisan. O, good my lord : . Clot. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, I will not ask again. Close villain, I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus? From whose so many weights of basencss cannot A dram of worth be drawn. Pisan. Alas, my lord, How can she be with him? when was she miss'd? He is in Rome. . . . Clot. Where is she, sir? Come nearer; No further halting: satisfy me home, What is become of her? Pisan. O, my all-worthy lord! Clot. All-worthy villain! Discover where thy mistress is, at once, At the next word, Nomore of worthy lord, Speak, or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation, and thy death. Pisan. Then, sir, This paper is the history of my knowledge #. her flight. Clot. Let’s see 't:—I will pursue her Even to Augustus' throne. Pisan. Or this, or perish'. [this She’s far enough; and what he learns by May prove his travel, mother danger. Clot. Humh Pisan. I’ll write to my lord, she's dead. Q, Imogen, [Aside. Safe may'st thou wander, safe return agains Clot. Sirrah, is this letter true? Pisan. Sir, as I think. Clot. It is Posthumus' hand; I know’t.—Sirrah, if thou would'st not be a villain, but do me true service; undergo those employments, wherein I should have cause to use thee, with a serious industry,<-that is, what villainy soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it, directly and truly,–I would think .. an honest man; thou should'st neither want my means for thy relief, nor my voice for thy preterment.
Clot. Wilt thou serve me? For since patiently and constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of ilt thou serve me? - Pisan. Sir, I will. Clot. Give methy hand, here's my purse. Hast any of thylate master's garments in o possession? Pisan. I have, my lord, at my lodging, the
10 same suit he wore when he took leave of my lady
and mistress. Clot. The first service thou dost me, fetch that uit hither: let it be thy first service; go. Pisan. I shall, my lord. [Erit. Clot. Meet thee at Milford-Haven: forgot to ask him one thing; I’ll remember’t anon: —Even there, thou villain Posthumus, will I kill thee.—I would, these garments were come. She said upon a time, (the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural person, together with the adorniment of my qualities. With that suit upon my back, will I ravish her: First kill him, and in her eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then be a torment to her contempt. He on the i." my speech of insultment ended on his ead body, and when my lust hath dined, (which, as I say, to vex her, I will execute in the clothes that she so prais'd) to the court I’ll knock her back, foot her home again. She hath despis'd me rejoicingly, and I’ll be merry in my revenge. Re-enter Pisanio, with the clothes.
Pisan. Ay, my noble lord.
Clot. How long is't since she went to MilfordHaven?
Pisan. She can scarce be there yet.
Clot. Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second i. that I have commanded thee: the third is, that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself to thee.—My revenge is now at Milford; would I had wings to follow it!— Come, and be true. [Exit.
Pisan. Thou bidd'st me to my loss: for,true to
isan, Well, my good lord.
* That is, I must either g’re him the paperfreely, or perish in my attempt wk. it. ouin
When from the mountain top Pisanio shew'd thee, Thou wast within a ken: O Joye | I think,
Foundations fly the wretched: such, I mean,
My hunger's gone; but even before, I was
enter. Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy But fear the swordlike me, he’ll scarcely lookon't. Such a foe, good heavens! [She goes into the cave. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. * Bel. You, Polydore, have prov’d best woodman, and Are master of the feast: Cadwal, and I, Will play the cook, and servant; 'tis our match: The sweat of industry would dry, and die, But for the end it works to. Come, our stomachs Will make what’s homely, savoury: Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the downpillow hard.—Now, peace be here, Poor house, that keeps thyself! Guid. I am thoroughly weary. [tite. Arv. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appeGuid. There is cold meat i' the cave; we’l breuze on that, Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd. Bel. Stay; come not in:— . [Looking in. But that it eats our victuals, I should think Here were a fairy. Guid. What's the matter, sir? Bel. By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An o, paragon —Behold divineness No elder than a boy! Enter Imogen. Ino. Good masters, harm me not: Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought To have begg'd, or bought, what I have took: ood troth, [had found I have stolen nought; nor would not, though I Gold strew'd o' the floor. Here’s money for my
- meat : I would have left it on the board, so soon
* i.e. is a greater or heavier crime.
* Civil, for human creature.
As I had made my meal; and parted
nesty your groom.–In ho
Had been my father'ssons! then had my
lark, less welcome. , and morn to the
Arv. The night to the o
* Dr. Johnson suspects
, that, after the words, if savage, a line is lost, and proposes to read the passage thus
If savage, s If you are civilised and peaceable, take a price
if you are rough inhospitable inhabitants of the mountain, speak, that I may know my state. Jering may here be applied in a sense equivalent “the many-headed rabble.
Ho! who's here?
for what I want, or lend it for a future recompence;
Enter Cloten. I AM near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his garments serve me Wis should his mistress, who was made by him that made the taylor, not be fit too? the rather (saving reverence of the word) for, 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein F must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself,(foritishot vain-glory foraman and his lass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean) the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in for-35 tunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions: yet this "W. * thing loves him in my despight. What mortality is . Posthumus, thy head, which is now growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face: and all o spurn her home to her father; who may, haply, o a little angry for my|45 so rough usage: but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendation. My horse is ty'd up safe: Out, sword, and to a sore purpose }. put them into my hand. This is the very description of their meet. ing-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me, [Exit.
10|Must be supplyānt:The words of your commission
Will tie you to the numbers, and the time
Tri. We will discharge our duty. [Erennt.
Imo. So man and man should be; But clay and clay differs in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick. .. Guid. Go you to hunting, I’ll abide with him. Imo. So sick I am not; yet I am not well: But not so citizen a wanton, as To seem to die, cresick: Soplease you, leaveme: Stick to yourjournal course: the breach of custom Is breach of all'. I an ill; but your being by me Cannot amend me: Society is no comfort To one not sociable: I am not very sick, Since I can reason of it. Pray you,trust me her: I'll rob none but myself; and let me die, Stealing so poorly. Guid. I love thee; I have spoke it: How much the quantity, the weight as much, As I do love my father. Bel. What? how how Arc. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me In my good brother's fault: I know not why, I love this youth; and I have heard you say, Love's reason's without reason: the bier at doos, And a demand who is 't shall die, I’d say, My father, not this youth. Bel. O noble strain : 6) worthiness of nature! breed of greatness' Cowards father cowards, and base thingssirebast Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt, and grace. I am not their father; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself! lov’d before me.'Tis the ninth hour o' the Inorm. Arv. Brother, farewell. Imo. I wish you sport. Arc. You health. So please you, sir. Imo. [Aside.] These are kind creatures. Goo, what lies I have heard Qur courtiers say, all's savage, but at court; Experience, O, thou disprov'st report! The imperious seas breed monsters; for the dish, Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
* Imperseverant means no more than : if the stated plan of life is once