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1609

CYMBELINE
by William Shakespeare

Dramatis Personae
CYMBELINE, King of Britain

CLOTEN, son to the Queen by a former husband
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, a gentleman, husband to Imogen

BELARIUS, a banished lord, disguised under the name of Morgan
GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS, sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the

names of POLYDORE and CADWAL, supposed sons to Belarius
PHILARIO, Italian, friend to Posthumus

IACHIMO, Italian, friend to Philario
A FRENCH GENTLEMAN, friend to Philario

CAIUS LUCIUS, General of the Roman Forces
A ROMAN CAPTAIN

TWO BRITISH CAPTAINS
PISANIO, servant to Posthumus

CORNELIUS, a physician
TWO LORDS of Cymbeline's court

TWO GENTLEMEN of the same
TWO GAOLERS

QUEEN, wife to Cymbeline
IMOGEN, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen

HELEN, a lady attending on Imogen
APPARITIONS

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, a Soothsayer, a
Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Officers,

Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and Attendants
SCENE:

Britain; Italy
ACT I. SCENE I.

Britain. The garden of CYMBELINE'S palace
FIRST GENTLEMAN. You do not meet a man but frowns; our bloods

No more obey the heavens than our courtiers
Still seem as does the King's.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. But what's the matter?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom

He purpos'd to his wife's sole son- a widow
That late he married- hath referr'd herself

Unto a poor but worthy gentleman. She's wedded;
Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd. All

Is outward sorrow, though I think the King
Be touch'd at very heart.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. None but the King?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. He that hath lost her too. So is the Queen,

That most desir'd the match. But not a courtier,
Although they wear their faces to the bent

Of the King's looks, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowl at.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. And why so?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. He that hath miss'd the Princess is a thing

Too bad for bad report; and he that hath her-
I mean that married her, alack, good man!

And therefore banish'd- is a creature such
As, to seek through the regions of the earth

For one his like, there would be something failing
In him that should compare. I do not think

So fair an outward and such stuff within
Endows a man but he.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. You speak him far.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. I do extend him, sir, within himself;

Crush him together rather than unfold
His measure duly.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. What's his name and birth?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. I cannot delve him to the root; his father

Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour
Against the Romans with Cassibelan,

But had his titles by Tenantius, whom
He serv'd with glory and admir'd success,

So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus;
And had, besides this gentleman in question,

Two other sons, who, in the wars o' th' time,
Died with their swords in hand; for which their father,

Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow
That he quit being; and his gentle lady,

Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd
As he was born. The King he takes the babe

To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,
Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber,

Puts to him all the learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver of; which he took,

As we do air, fast as 'twas minist'red,
And in's spring became a harvest, liv'd in court-

Which rare it is to do- most prais'd, most lov'd,
A sample to the youngest; to th' more mature

A glass that feated them; and to the graver
A child that guided dotards. To his mistress,

For whom he now is banish'd- her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;

By her election may be truly read
What kind of man he is.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. I honour him
Even out of your report. But pray you tell me,

Is she sole child to th' King?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. His only child.

He had two sons- if this be worth your hearing,
Mark it- the eldest of them at three years old,

I' th' swathing clothes the other, from their nursery
Were stol'n; and to this hour no guess in knowledge

Which way they went.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. How long is this ago?

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Some twenty years.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. That a king's children should be so convey'd,

So slackly guarded, and the search so slow
That could not trace them!

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,

Yet is it true, sir.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. I do well believe you.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. We must forbear; here comes the gentleman,
The Queen, and Princess. Exeunt

Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN
QUEEN. No, be assur'd you shall not find me, daughter,

After the slander of most stepmothers,
Evil-ey'd unto you. You're my prisoner, but

Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,

So soon as I can win th' offended King,
I will be known your advocate. Marry, yet

The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience

Your wisdom may inform you.
POSTHUMUS. Please your Highness,

I will from hence to-day.
QUEEN. You know the peril.

I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs of barr'd affections, though the King

Hath charg'd you should not speak together. Exit
IMOGEN. O dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant

Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,
I something fear my father's wrath, but nothing-

Always reserv'd my holy duty- what
His rage can do on me. You must be gone;

And I shall here abide the hourly shot
Of angry eyes, not comforted to live

But that there is this jewel in the world
That I may see again.

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

To be suspected of more tenderness
Than doth become a man. I will remain

The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth;
My residence in Rome at one Philario's,

Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter; thither write, my queen,

And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,
Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter QUEEN
QUEEN. Be brief, I pray you.

If the King come, I shall incur I know not
How much of his displeasure. [Aside] Yet I'll move him

To walk this way. I never do him wrong
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;

Pays dear for my offences. Exit
POSTHUMUS. Should we be taking leave

As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu!

IMOGEN. Nay, stay a little.
Were you but riding forth to air yourself,

Such parting were too petty. Look here, love:
This diamond was my mother's; take it, heart;

But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.

POSTHUMUS. How, how? Another?
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,

And sear up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death! Remain, remain thou here

[Puts on the ring]
While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest,

As I my poor self did exchange for you,
To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles

I still win of you. For my sake wear this;
It is a manacle of love; I'll place it

Upon this fairest prisoner. [Puts a bracelet on her arm]
IMOGEN. O the gods!

When shall we see again?
Enter CYMBELINE and LORDS

POSTHUMUS. Alack, the King!
CYMBELINE. Thou basest thing, avoid; hence from my sight

If after this command thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou diest. Away!

Thou'rt poison to my blood.
POSTHUMUS. The gods protect you,

And bless the good remainders of the court!
I am gone. Exit

IMOGEN. There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is.

CYMBELINE. O disloyal thing,
That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st

A year's age on me!
IMOGEN. I beseech you, sir,

Harm not yourself with your vexation.
I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare

Subdues all pangs, all fears.
CYMBELINE. Past grace? obedience?

IMOGEN. Past hope, and in despair; that way past grace.
CYMBELINE. That mightst have had the sole son of my queen!

IMOGEN. O blessed that I might not! I chose an eagle,
And did avoid a puttock.

CYMBELINE. Thou took'st a beggar, wouldst have made my throne
A seat for baseness.



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