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We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's Where mine his thoughts did kindle,
Unreconcileable, should divide
But I will tell you at some meeter season. —
Enter a Messenger.
The business of this man looks out of him,
Whence are you? body.
Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mis
Confin'd in all she has, her monument,
of thy intents desires instruction;
Caes. Bid her have good heart;
Determine for her: for Caesar cannot live
(Exit Dolabella. To be ungentle.
(Exit. Caes. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that Caes. Come hither, Proculeius! Go, and say, dar'st
We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
The quality of her passion shall require;
Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
And, with your speediest, bring us what she says,
Aud how you find of her!
Pro. Caesar, I shall!
(Exit Proculeius. J'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not,
Cues. Gallus, go you along !- Where's Dolabella, I yield thee up my life.
To second Proculeius ?
[Exit Gallus. Caes. What is't thou say’st?
Agr. et Mec. Dolabella!
Caes. Let him alone, for I remember now
llow hardly I was drawn into this war;
How calm and gentle I proceeded still
What I can show in this!
SCENE II. - Alexandria. A room in the monu-
Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMAN, and Iras.
Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
A minister of her will; and it is great
To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Which shackles accidents, and bolts np change;
Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,
The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
Enter, to the gates of the monument, PROCULEIUS,
Gallus, and Soldiers.
Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt;
And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean'st have him grant thee.
Cleo. (IV'ichin.] What's thy name?
I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
Will kneel to him with thanks.
You are fall’n into a princely hand, fear nothing!
Make your full rerence freely to my lord,
Who is so full of grace, that it slows over
Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find Dol. I understand not, madam.
( A conqueror, that wiil pray in aid for kindness, Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;
1 Where he for grace is kneelid to. 0, such another sieep, that I might see
I Cleo. (Within.] Pray yon, tell him
But such another man! I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him
Dol. If it might please roo, The greatnes, he has got. I hourly learn
Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and thereia stuck A doctrine of obedience; acd would gladly A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and Lighted
H Look him i'the face.
The little 0, the earth.
Dol. Most sovereign creature, ~
N Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd; as all the tuned spheres, and that to friends :
[Iere Proculeius, und two of the guard, c- But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,
scend the monument by a ladder placed He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
The element they liv'd in. In his livery
[Drawing a dagger. Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a man Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hola!
As this I dream'd of?
But, if there be, or ever were one such,
It's past the size of dreaming. Nature wants staff That rids our dogs of languish?
To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine Pro. Cleopatra,
An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
Condemuing shadows quite.
As answering to the weight. 'Would, I might never Cleo. Where art thou, death?
O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel, Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots Worth many babes and beggars!
My very heart at root.
Cleo. I thauk you, sir!
Dol. I am loth to tell you, what I would you koer,
Dol. Though her, honourable, Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court; Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph? Nor once be chástiśd with the sober eye
Dol. Madam, he will; of dull Octavia. Slul they hoist me up,
I know it. And show me to the shouting varletry
Within. Make way there, — Caesar! Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Enter Caesar, GALLUS , Procureits, MecAESAS Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud
SELECCUS, and attendants, Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Caes. Which is the queen Blow me into abhorring! rather make
of Egypt? My country's high pyramides my gibbet,
Dol. "Tis the emperor,
madam! (Cleopatra And hang meup in chains !
You shall not kneel!
pray you, rise! rise, Egypt ! Find cause in Caesar.
Cleo. Sir, the gods
I must obey.
Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
As things but done by chance.
[To Cleopatra. To make it clear; but do confess, I have
Been laden with like frailties, which before
Have often sham'd our sex.
If you apply yourself to our intents,
(Which towards you are most gentle, yon sbal bad
Autony's course, you shall bereave yourself
Of my good purposes, and put your children Be noble to myself: but hark thee, Charmian!
[II hispers Charmian. If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.
Iras. Finish, good lady! the bright day is done,
Cleo. Hie thee again!
Dol. Where is the queen ?
[Exit Charmian. Sel. Here, madam !
Which my love makes religion to obey,
Intends his journey; and, within three days,
Make your best use of this: I have perform’d
Your pleasure, and my promise.
Dol. I your servant.
Adieu, good queen! I must attend on Caesar.
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Iras. The gods forbid !
Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras! Saucy lictors
Ballad us out o'tune: the quick comedians
Extemporally will stage us, and present
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
l'thc posture of a whore.
Irus. o the good gods!
Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger, than mine eyes.
Cleo. Why, that's the way
Show me, my women,
like a queen! Go fetch
To meet Mark Antony. Sirrah, Iras, go!--,
(Exit Seleucus. Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed!
leave For things, that others do; and, when we fall, To play till dooms-day.- Bring our crown and all! We answer others' merits in our name,
Wherefore's this noise? (Exit Iras. A noise within.
Enter one of the guard.
Guard. Here is a rural fellow,
Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument
(Exit guard. of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd; May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen! My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing For we intend so to dispose you, as
Of woman in me. Now from head to foot
No planet is of mine.
Guard. This is the man.
Cleo. Avoid, and leave him!
(Exit guard. [Exeunt Caesar, and his train. Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, Caes. He words me, girls, he words me, that I should That kills and pains not?
Clown. Truly I have him: but I would not be the
party that should desire you to touch him, for his; o Antony! - Nay, I will take thee too! -biting is immortal; those, that do die of it, do sel
(Applying another asp to her arm. dom or never recover.
What should I say - (Falls on a bed, und dies. Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on't? Char. In this wild world? -- So, fare thee well! Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very A lass unparallel'd. — Downy windows, close; honest woman, but something given to lie; as a And golden Phoebus pever be beheld woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry; how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt, I'll mend it, and then play, --truly, she makes a very good report o'the worm:
Enter the guard, rushing in. but he that will believe all that they say, shall i Guard. Where is the queen? never be saved by half that they do. But this is Char. Speak softly, wake her not. niost fallible, the worm's an odd worm.
1 Guard. Caesar hath sentCleo. Get thee hence; farewell!
Char. Too slow a messenger. [Applies the Asp.
O, come! apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee!
2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; – Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell !
call him !
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess,
[Dies for it is not worth the feeding.
Enter DOLABELLA. Cleo. Will it eat me?
Dol, How goes it here? Clown. You must not think I am so simple, but I 2 Guard. All dead. know the devil himself will not cat a woman :
Dol, Caesar, thy thoughts know, that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the Touch their effects in this. Thyself art coming devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whoreson To see perform’d the dreaded act, which thou devils do the gods great harm in their women; for So sought'st to hinder, in every ten that they make, the devils mar five. Within. Away there, way for Caesar! Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell!
Enter Caesar, and Attendants. Clown. Yes,forsooth!I wish you joy o'the worm![Exit. Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer;
Re-enter Iras, with a robe, croun, etc. That, you did fear, is done. Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Caes. Bravest at the last : Immortal longings in me. Now no more
She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal
, The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: -- Took her own way. The manner of their deaths? Yare, yare, good Iras, quick! - Methinks, I hear I do not see them bleed, Antony call; I see him rouse himself
Dol. Who was last with them? To praise my poble act; I hear him mock 1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her bg5 The luck of Caesar; which the gods give men This was his basket. To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come! Caes. Poison'd then. Now to that name my courage prove my title ! 1 Guard. O Caesar, I am fire, and air; my other elements
This Charmian liv?d but now; she stood, and spake: I give to baser life. — S0,- have you done? I found her trimming up the diadem Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips! On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood, Farewell, kiud Charmian ! -- Iras, long farewell ! And on the sudden dropp’d.
(Kisses them. Iras fulls and dies. Caes. O noble weakness! Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall?
If they had swallow'd poison, 'would appear If thon and nature can so gently part,
By external swelling; but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony
There is a vent of blood, and something blown:
1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail: and these fig-leaves Cleo. This proves me base:
Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves If she first meet the curled Antony,
Upon the caves of Nile.
asp, which she applies to her breust. She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
of easy ways to die. – Take up her bed; of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,
And bear her women from the monument:--
A pair so famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them: and their story Cleo. Peace, peace!
No less in pity, than his glory, which Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, Brought them to be lamented. 'Our army shall
, That sucks the nurse asleep?
In solemn show, attend this funeral;
And then to Rome. - Come, Dolabella,
Cymbeline, king of Britain.
Pisanio, servant to Posthumus.
name of Morgan.
sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the Queen, wife to Cymbeline,
Imoges, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen.
posed sons to Belarius.
Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Appa-
ritions, a Sothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, at A French Gentleman, friend to Philario.
Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, CapCaius Lucius, general of the Roman forces. tains, Soldiers, Messengers, und other AttendA Roman Captain. Two British Captains.
Scene, — sometimes in Britain ; sometimes in Italy.
A CT I.
Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe SCENE I. Britain. The garden behind Cymbe- To his protection; calls him Posthumus; Lixe's palace.
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber :
Pat him to all the learnings, that his time
In his spring became a harvest: liv'd in court, 2 Gent. But what's the matter?
(Which rare it is to do,) must prais’d, most lov'd: 1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, À sample to the youngest; to the more mature, whom
A glass that feated them; and to the graver,
2 Gent. I honour him
Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,
He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, of the king's looks, hath a heart, that is not Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, Glad at the thing they scowl at.
l'the swathing clothes the other, from their pursery 2 Gent. And why so?
Were stolen; and to this hour, no guess in know-
1 Gent. Some twenty years.
1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, 2 Gent. You speak him far.'
Yet is it true, sir.
1 Gert. We must forbear. Here comes the queen, His measure duly.
Exeunt. 2 Gent. What's his name, and birth?
SCENE JI. The same.
Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and IMOGEN.
After the slander of most step-mothers,
Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but
Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys,
You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience