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Augustus lives to think on't: And so much
As it doth me) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd For my peculiar care. This one thing only 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my I will entreat; My boy, a Briton born,
lord ? Let him be ransom'd: never master had
Cym. All that belongs to this. A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,
That paragon, thy daughter,So tender over his occasions, true,
For whom my heart drops blood and my false spirits So feat,9 so nurselike: let his virtue join
Quail2 to remember,--Give me leave; I taint. With my request, which, I'll make bold, your high- Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy
strength: Cannot deny: he hath done no Briton harm, I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will, Though he have serv'd a Roman: save him, sir, Than die cre I hear more: strive, man, and speak. And spare no blood beside.
luch. l'pon a time, (unhappy was the clock C'ym.
I have surely seen him: That struck the hour!) it was in Rome, (accurs'd His favor? is familiar to me.
The mansion where!) 'twas a feast, (0, would Boy, thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least, And art mine own.--I know not why, nor where- Those which I heavid to head!) the good Posthútore,
mus, To say, live, boy: ne'er thank thy master: live: (What should I say? he was too good to be And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, Where ill men were; and was the best of all Fitting my bounty, and thy state, I'll give it; Amongst the rar'st of good ones.) sitting sadly, Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,
Hearing us praise our loves of Italy The noblest ta'en.
For beauty that made barren the sweil'd boast Imo.
I humbly thank your highness. Of him that best could speak: for feature, laming Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, And yet, I know, thou wilt.
Postures beyond brief nature: for condition, Imo.
No, no: alack!
A shop of all the qualities that man There's other work in hand; I see a thing
Loves women for; besides, that hook of wiving, Bitter to me as death: your life, good master, Fairness which strikes the eye :Must shuille for itself.
I stand on fire: Luc.
The boy disdains me. Come to the matter. He leaves me, scorns me: Brietly die their joys,
All too soon I shall, That place them on the truth of girls and boys.- Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly.--This PostWhy stands he so perplex'd ?
What wouldst thou, boy? (Most like a noble lord in love, and one I love thee more and more; think more and more That had a royal lover) took his hint: What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look’st on? And, not dispraising whom we prais'd, (therein speak,
He was as calm as virtue,) he began Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend? His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me,
made, Than I to your highness; who, being born your And then a mind put in't, either our brags vassal,
Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Am something nearer.
Prov'd us unspeaking sots.
Nay, nay, to the purpose. Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please Tach. Your daughter's chastity--there it begins. To give me hearing.
He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams, Cym.
Ay, with all my heart, And she alone were coid: hercat, I, wretch ! And lend my best attention. What's thy name? Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Imo. Fidele, sir.
Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore Cym. Thou art, my good youth, my page; | Upon his honor'd finger, to attain I'll be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely. In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring
[CYMBELINE and IMOGEN comverse apart. By her's and mine adultery: he, true knight, Bel. Is not this boy revived from death?
No lesser of her honor confident Arv.
One sand another Than I did truly find her, stake this ring; Not more resembles: That sweet rosy lad,
And would so, had it been a carbuncle Who died, and was Fidele:- What think you? Of Phæbus' wheel, and might so safely, had it Gui. The same dead thing alive.
Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Bel. Peace, peace! see further, he eyes us not; Post I in this design: Well may you, sir, forbear:
Remember me at court, where I was taught Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure Of your chaste daughter the wide dillerence He would have spoke to us.
'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'd Gui.
But we saw him dead. Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain Bel. Be silent; let's see further.
Gan in your duller Britain operate Pis.
It is my mistress : Most vilely; for my 'vantage, excellent;
(Aside. And, to be brief, my practice so prevaild, Since she is living, let the time run on,
That I return'd with simular proof enough To good, or bad.
To make the noble Leonatus mad, [CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward. By wounding his belief in her renown Cym.
Come, stand thou by our side; With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes Make thy demand aloud.-Sir, (To lach.) step you Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet, forth;
(0, cunning, how I got it!) nay, some marks Give answer to this boy, and do it freely :
Of secret on her person, that he could not Or, hy our greatness, and the grace of it,
But think her bond of chastity quite crackd, Which is our honor, bitter torture shall
I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon,-Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to Methinks I see him now,-him.
Ay, so thou dost, Inio. My boon is, that this gentleman may render
[Coming forward of whom he had this ring.
Italian tiend !-Ah me, most credulous 1ool, Post.
What's that to him? Egregious murderer, thief, any thing,
[ Aside. That's due to all the villains past, in being, Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say,
To come!-0, give me cord, or knife, or poison, How came it yours?
Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out Jach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that For torturers ingenious: It is I Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend, Cym.
How! me? By being worse than they. I am Posthumus, lach.I am glad to be constraind to utter that which That kill'd thy daughter:-villain-like, I lie; Torments me to conceal. By villany
That caus'd a lesser villain than myself, I got tbis ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel;
A sacrilegious thief, to do't: the temple Wtion thou didst banish; and (which more may Of virtue was she; yca, and she herselt.3 grieve thee,
9 Sink into dejection. • Ready, dexterous.
· Countenance. : Not only the temple of virtue, but virtue herself.
Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set Cym.
Marry, the gods forefend !5 The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus; and
Pluck a hard sentence: pr'ythee, valiant youth, Be villany less than 'twas!-O Imogen!
Deny't again. My queen, my life, my wife! 0 Imogen,
I have spoke it, and I did it. Imogen, Imogen!
Cym. He was a prince. Imo.
Peace, my lord; hear, hear- Gui. A most uncivil one: The wrongs he did me Post. Shall's have a play of this ? thou scornful Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me page,
With language that would make me spurn the sea, There lies thy part. [Striking her: she falls. If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; Pis.
0, gentlemen, help, help And am right glad, he is not standing here Mine and your mistress :-0, my lord Posthumus! To tell this tale of mine. You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now :-Help, help!- Cym.
I am sorry for thee: Mine honor'd lady!
By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Сут.
Does the world go round? Endure our law: Thou art dead. Post. How come these staggers on me?
That headless man Pis.
Wake, my mistress! I thought had been my lord. Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me Cym.
Bind the offender, To death with mortal joy.
And take him from our presence.
Stay, sir king: Imo. O, get thee from my sight;
This man is better than the man he slew, Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! As well descended as thyself; and hath Breathe not where princes are.
More of thee inerited, than a band of Clotens Cum.
The tune of Imogen! Had ever scar for.-Let his arms alone; Pis. Lady,
(To the Guard. The gods throw stones of sulphur at me, if
They were not born for bondage. That box I gave you was not thought by me
Why, old soldier, A precious thing; I had it from the queen.
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, Cym. New matter still?
By tasting of our wrath? How of descent Imo.
It poison'd me. As good as we? Cor.
O gods! Arv.
In that he spake too far.
We will die all three: Have, said she, given his mistress that confection But I will prove, that two of us are as good Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd As I have given out him.-My sons, I must, As I would serve a rat.
For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, Сут.
What's this, Cornelius ? Though, haply, well for you. Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importun'd me
Your danger is To temper: poisons for her; still pretending
Ours. The satisfaction of her knowledge only
Gui. And our good his. In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs,
Have at it, then. Of no esteem: 1, dreading that her purpose By leave:-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Was of more danger, did compound for her
Was call'd Belarius.
What of him ? he is
He it is that hath
I know not how, a traitor.
Take him hence; There was our error.
The whole world shall not save hiin.
Not too hot: Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; you?
And let it be confiscate all, so soon Think, that you are upon a rock; and now
As I have receiv'd it. Throw me again. (Embracing him. Сут.
Nursing of my sons ? Post.
Hang there like fruit, my soul, Bel. I am too blunt and saucy: Here's my knee; Till the tree die!
Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Cym.
How now, my flesh, my child? Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ? These two young gentlemen, that call ine father, Wilt thou not speak to me?
And think they are my sons, are none of mine; Ima.
Your blessing, sir. (Kneeling. They are the issue of your loins, my liege, Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame And blood of your begetting. you not;
How! my issue? You had a motive fort.
Bél. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, [TO GUIDERICS and ARVIRAGUS. Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd. Сут.
My tears that fall, Your pleasure was my mere offence,my punishment Prove holy-water on thee! Imogen,
Itself, and all my treason: that I sutter'd, Thy mother's dead.
Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes Imo.
I am sorry for't, my lord. (For such, and so they are) these twenty years Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it was, Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I That we meet here so strangely: But her son Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Is gone, we know not how nor where.
Your lighness knows. Their nurse. Euriphile, Pis.
My lord, Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Cloten, Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't: Upon my lady's missing, came to me
Having receiv'd the punishment before, With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty Swore,
Excited me to treason: Their dear loss, If I discover'd not which way she was gone, The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped It was my instant death : By'accident,
Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir, I had a feigned letter of my master's
Here are your sons again; and I must lose Then in my pocket; which directed him.
Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :To see her on the mountains near to Milford, The benediction of these covering heavens Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy Which he enforced from me, away he posts
To inlay heaven with stars. With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate Cym.
Thou weep'st, and speak'st. My lady's honor: what became of hin,
The service, that you three have done, is more I further know not.
Unlike than this thou tell'st: I lost my children; Gui.
Let me end the story: If these be they, I know not how to wish I slew him there.
A pair of worthier sons. • Mix, compound.
Be pleas'd a while.- As you did mean indeed to be our brother; This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Joy'd are we, that you are. Mosi worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius; Post. Your servant, princes.--Good my lord of This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
Rome, Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd Call forth your soothsaver. As I slept, methought, In a most curious mantle, wrought by the land Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, of his queen-inother, which, for inore probation, Appeard to me, with other sprightly shows7 I can with ease produce.
oi mine own kindred: when I waked, I found C'ym. Guiderius had
This label on my bosom; whose containing Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
Is so from sense and hardness, that I can
Make no collection of it; let him show
His skill in the construction.
Philarmonus, Ji was wise nature's end in the donation,
Sooth. llere, my good lord. To be his evidence now.
Read, and declare the meaning. Cym.
0, what am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother
Sooth. (Reads.) When as a lion's whelp shall, Rejoiced deliverance more :-Bless'd may you be,
to nimself unknown, without seeking find, and That, afier this strange starting from your orbs,
be embraced by a piece of tender air; unit when You may reign in them now !-O Imogen,
from a stately jelar shall be lopp'd branches, which, Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
being deut many years, shall ofler revive, be jointed Imo.
No, my lord;
to the old stoch, und freshtu grow; then chull Postive got two worlds by't.-0 my gentle brother,
humus end his miseries, Britain be furtunute, and Have we thus met? ( never say hereafler,
flourish in peace and plenty.
Being Leo-natus, doth import so much :
Did you e'er meet?
The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, Av. Ay, my good lord.
i To CIMEELINE. Gui.
And at first meeting lov'd; which we call mollis aër; and mollis air Continued so, until we thought he died.
We tern it mulier: which mulier I divine, Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.
Is this most constant wite; who, even now, Cym.
O rare instinct !
Answering the letter of the oracle, When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridge- Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about ment
With this most tender air. Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
This hath some seeming. Distinction should be rich in.- Where? how liv'd Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point And when came you to serve our Roman captive? | Thy two sons forth: who, by Belarus stolen, How parted with your brothers ? how first met
For many years thought dead, are now revivid, them?
To the majestic cedar join'd; whose issue
Well, I know not how much more, should be demanded; My peace we will begin :- And, Caius Lucius, And all the other by-dependencies,
Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar, From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, Aud to the Roman empire; promising Will serve long interrogatories. See,
To pay our wonted tribute, from the which Posthmus anchors upon linogen;
We were dissuaded by our wicked queen; And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye Whom heavens. in justice, (both on her and hers,) On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting Have laid most heavy hand. Each object with joy; the counterchange
South. The fingers of the powers above do tune Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,
The harmony of this peace. The vision And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.- Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke Thou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever.
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant [ To BELARIUS.
Is full accomplish'd: For the Roman eagle, Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, From south to west on wing soaring aluit. To see this gracious season.
Lessen'u hersell, and in the beams w' the sun Сут.
All o'erjoyed, So vanishd: which foreshow'd our pricely eagle, Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too, The imperial Cæsar, should again white For they shall taste our comfort.
His lavor with the radiant Cymbelinc, Imo.
My good master, Which shines here in the west. I will yet do you service.
Laud we the gods; Luc. Happy be you!
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, From our bless'd altars! Publish we this peace He would have well becom'd this place, and graced To all our subjects. Set we forward: Lei The thankings of a king.
A Roman and a British euislyn wave Post.
I am, sir,
Friendly together: so through Lud's town march: The soldier that did company these three
And in the temple of great Jupiter In poor beseeming; 'twas a titment for
Our peace we'll ratiy; sea with feasts. The purpose I then follow'd ;-That I was he, Set on there :-Never was a war did cease, Speak, lachimo: I had you down, and might Ere bloody hands were waslı'd, with such a peace. Have made you finish.
I am down again:
SUNG BY GCIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE,
SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD.
BY MR. WILLIAM COLLINS.
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb,
Soft muirls anit villuge hinds shall bring The malice towards you, to forgive you: Live,
Each opening weet, of earliest bluum, Aud deal with others better.
And rifle all the breathing spring. Cym.
Nobly doom'd: We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law;
No wailing ghost shall dare appear
To ver with shrieks his quiei gruce ;
But shepherd luis assemble 'vre,
And meiting virgins own their love. 61. 2. Which ought to be rendered distinct by an ample narrative.
SATURNINUS, Son to the late Emperor of Rome, ÆMILIUS, a noble Roman.
und afterwards declared Emperor himself. ALARBUS, BASSIANUS, Brother to Saturninus; in love with Curon, Sons to Tamora. Lavinia.
DEMETRICS, TITUS ANDRONICUS, a noble Roman, General AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. against the Goths.
A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and Clown ; RoMARCUS ANDRONICUS, Tribune of the People ; and Brother to Titus.
Goths, and Romans.
TAMORA, Queen of the Goths.
LAVINIA, Daughter to Titus Andronicus. MCTIUS,
A Nurse, and a black Child. Young Lucius, a Boy, Som to Lucius.
Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Trihunes, Officers, PUBLIUS, Son to Marcus The Tribune.
Soldiers, and Attendants.
SCENE I.-Rome. Before the Capitol. The Tomb of the Andronici appearing: the Tri
bunes and Senators aloft, als in the Senate.Enter, below, SATURNINCS and his Followers, on one sile ; and BASSIANUS and his Followers, on the other; with Drum and Colors.
Sut. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the justice of my cause with arms; And, countrymen, my loving followers, Plead my successive title' with your swords; I am his first-born son, that was the last That ware the imperial diadem of Rome; Then let my father's honors live in me, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity. Bas. Romans,-friends, followers, la vorers of
my right,If ever Bassianus. Cæsar's son, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, Kecpihen this passage to the Capitol; Aud suller not dishonor to approach The inperial seat, to virtue consecrate, To justice, continence, and nobility: Bui lei desert in pure election shine; And, Romans, light for freedom in your choice. Enter MARCUS ANDROXICt's alofl, with the Croun. Marc. Princes that strive by factions, and by
friends, Ambitiously for rule and empery', Know, that ihe people of Rome, for whom we stand A special party, have by their common voice, In election for the Roman empery, Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius, For many good and great deserts to Rome; A nobler man, a braver warrior, Lives not this day within the city walls: He by the senate is accited' home, From weary wars against the barbarous Goths; Ti.e. Jy title to the succession,
That, with his sons, a terror to our foes,
(Exeunt the folders of BASSI AXTS.
(Ereuni the fulluirs of SATUR.SISTS. Rome, be as just ar
gracious into me,
(Sat. and Bas. go into the Capitol, and
exeunt with Senators, MARCOS,