William Shakespeare

Cymbeline is a complex play that centers on the life of King Cymbeline, his daughter Imogen, and her husband Posthumus. The story is set in ancient Britain, where the Roman Empire has conquered the land and forced the native Britons to pay tribute to the Roman Emperor.

The play opens with King Cymbeline refusing to pay tribute to the Roman Emperor, which sets off a chain of events that leads to the banishment of his daughter Imogen's husband, Posthumus. Posthumus is sent away to Italy, where he meets Iachimo, who bets him that he can seduce Imogen. Iachimo travels back to Britain and tries to seduce Imogen, but she remains faithful to her husband.

Meanwhile, Cymbeline's two sons are kidnapped at birth and raised by a poor family. One of the sons, Guiderius, becomes a skilled warrior, and the other son, Arviragus, becomes a skilled musician. The two brothers eventually meet Imogen and help her escape from the clutches of her evil stepmother and her henchman, Cloten.

Posthumus, believing that Imogen has been unfaithful, orders her killed. However, Imogen disguises herself as a boy and joins the Roman army, where she meets her long-lost brothers. The play culminates in a battle between the Romans and the Britons, where the truth about Imogen's fidelity is revealed, and the brothers are reunited with their father.

Cymbeline is a play that explores themes of betrayal, loyalty, and forgiveness. It is a complex work that showcases Shakespeare's skill at weaving together multiple plotlines and characters into a cohesive narrative.

Act I

Act 1 of Cymbeline begins with a conversation between two gentlemen discussing the marriage of Imogen, the daughter of King Cymbeline. They mention that she has secretly married Posthumus, a man of low birth, and that the king is not pleased with this union. The scene then shifts to Posthumus and Imogen, who exchange vows of love and devotion. Posthumus is then banished from the kingdom by the king, and Imogen is left to deal with her father's wrath.

The next scene introduces the character of Iachimo, who is a friend of Posthumus. He bets Posthumus that he can seduce Imogen, and Posthumus, confident in his wife's fidelity, accepts the wager. Iachimo travels to Cymbeline's court and attempts to seduce Imogen, but she remains faithful to her husband. She gives Iachimo a bracelet as a token of her love for Posthumus.

Back in Rome, Iachimo shows Posthumus the bracelet and tells him that he has slept with Imogen. Posthumus is devastated and orders his servant to kill Imogen. The servant, however, takes pity on Imogen and instead helps her escape to the woods. Meanwhile, Cymbeline has received news that Rome is preparing to invade Britain, and he sends his sons to fight in the war.

The act ends with Imogen, disguised as a boy, wandering the woods alone. She comes across the exiled Belarius and his two sons, Guiderius and Arviragus, who have been raised in the woods and do not know their true identities. They offer to take her in and protect her.

SCENE I. Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.

Scene 1 of Act 1 takes place in the court of King Cymbeline, where two gentlemen, Posthumus and Philario, are discussing Posthumus' love for the king's daughter, Imogen. Posthumus expresses his fear that the king will not approve of their relationship, and Philario suggests that he send Imogen a letter declaring his love and asking for her hand in marriage.

As they continue to talk, Cymbeline enters with his Queen and her son, Cloten. The Queen expresses her displeasure with Posthumus and Imogen's relationship, and Cymbeline agrees, stating that he had other plans for his daughter's marriage. Posthumus is then summoned by the King and forced to defend himself against accusations of being a traitor and a liar.

Posthumus declares his loyalty to the King and his love for Imogen, but Cymbeline is still hesitant to approve of their relationship. Cloten, who is also in love with Imogen, insults Posthumus and challenges him to a duel. Posthumus accepts, and the scene ends with Cymbeline ordering the two men to leave the court and fight elsewhere.

Enter two Gentlemen

First Gentleman
You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods
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No more obey the heavens than our courtiers
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Still seem as does the king.
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Second Gentleman
But what's the matter?
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First Gentleman
His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom
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He purposed to his wife's sole son--a widow
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That late he married--hath referr'd herself
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Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded;
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Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all
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Is outward sorrow; though I think the king
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Be touch'd at very heart.
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Second Gentleman
None but the king?
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First Gentleman
He that hath lost her too; so is the queen,
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That most desired the match; but not a courtier,
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Although they wear their faces to the bent
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Of the king's look's, hath a heart that is not
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Glad at the thing they scowl at.
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Second Gentleman
And why so?
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First Gentleman
He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing
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Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her--
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I mean, that married her, alack, good man!
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And therefore banish'd--is a creature such
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As, to seek through the regions of the earth
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For one his like, there would be something failing
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In him that should compare. I do not think
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So fair an outward and such stuff within
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Endows a man but he.
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Second Gentleman
You speak him far.
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First Gentleman
I do extend him, sir, within himself,
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Crush him together rather than unfold
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His measure duly.
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Second Gentleman
What's his name and birth?
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First Gentleman
I cannot delve him to the root: his father
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Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour
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Against the Romans with Cassibelan,
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But had his titles by Tenantius whom
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He served with glory and admired success,
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So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus;
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And had, besides this gentleman in question,
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Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time
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Died with their swords in hand; for which
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their father,
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Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow
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That he quit being, and his gentle lady,
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Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased
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As he was born. The king he takes the babe
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To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,
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Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber,
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Puts to him all the learnings that his time
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Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
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As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd,
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And in's spring became a harvest, lived in court--
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Which rare it is to do--most praised, most loved,
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A sample to the youngest, to the more mature
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A glass that feated them, and to the graver
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A child that guided dotards; to his mistress,
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For whom he now is banish'd, her own price
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Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
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By her election may be truly read
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What kind of man he is.
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Second Gentleman
I honour him
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Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,
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Is she sole child to the king?
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First Gentleman
His only child.
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He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing,
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Mark it: the eldest of them at three years old,
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I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery
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Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge
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Which way they went.
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Second Gentleman
How long is this ago?
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First Gentleman
Some twenty years.
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Second Gentleman
That a king's children should be so convey'd,
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So slackly guarded, and the search so slow,
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That could not trace them!
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First Gentleman
Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
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Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,
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Yet is it true, sir.
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Second Gentleman
I do well believe you.
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First Gentleman
We must forbear: here comes the gentleman,
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The queen, and princess.
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No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,
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After the slander of most stepmothers,
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Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but
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Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
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That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,
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So soon as I can win the offended king,
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I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
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The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good
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You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience
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Your wisdom may inform you.
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Please your highness,
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I will from hence to-day.
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You know the peril.
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I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
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The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king
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Hath charged you should not speak together.
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Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
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Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,
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I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing--
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Always reserved my holy duty--what
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His rage can do on me: you must be gone;
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And I shall here abide the hourly shot
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Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,
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But that there is this jewel in the world
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That I may see again.
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My queen! my mistress!
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O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause
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To be suspected of more tenderness
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Than doth become a man. I will remain
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The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth:
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My residence in Rome at one Philario's,
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Who to my father was a friend, to me
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Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,
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And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,
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Though ink be made of gall.
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Re-enter QUEEN

Be brief, I pray you:
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If the king come, I shall incur I know not
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How much of his displeasure.
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Yet I'll move him
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To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
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But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;
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Pays dear for my offences.
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Should we be taking leave
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As long a term as yet we have to live,
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The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu!
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Nay, stay a little:
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Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
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Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
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This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;
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But keep it till you woo another wife,
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When Imogen is dead.
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How, how! another?
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You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
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And sear up my embracements from a next
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With bonds of death!
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Remain, remain thou here
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While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest,
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As I my poor self did exchange for you,
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To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles
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I still win of you: for my sake wear this;
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It is a manacle of love; I'll place it
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Upon this fairest prisoner.
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Putting a bracelet upon her arm

O the gods!
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When shall we see again?
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Enter CYMBELINE and Lords

Alack, the king!
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Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight!
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If after this command thou fraught the court
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With thy unworthiness, thou diest: away!
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Thou'rt poison to my blood.
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The gods protect you!
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And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone.
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There cannot be a pinch in death
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More sharp than this is.
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O disloyal thing,
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That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st
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A year's age on me.
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I beseech you, sir,
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Harm not yourself with your vexation
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I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
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Subdues all pangs, all fears.
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Past grace? obedience?
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Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.
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That mightst have had the sole son of my queen!
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O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle,
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And did avoid a puttock.
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Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne
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A seat for baseness.
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No; I rather added
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A lustre to it.
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O thou vile one!
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It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:
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You bred him as my playfellow, and he is
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A man worth any woman, overbuys me
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Almost the sum he pays.
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What, art thou mad?
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Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were
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A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus
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Our neighbour shepherd's son!
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Thou foolish thing!
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They were again together: you have done
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Not after our command. Away with her,
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And pen her up.
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Beseech your patience. Peace,
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Dear lady daughter, peace! Sweet sovereign,
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Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort
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Out of your best advice.
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Nay, let her languish
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A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
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Die of this folly!
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Exeunt CYMBELINE and Lords

Fie! you must give way.
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Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news?
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My lord your son drew on my master.
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No harm, I trust, is done?
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There might have been,
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But that my master rather play'd than fought
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And had no help of anger: they were parted
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By gentlemen at hand.
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I am very glad on't.
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Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.
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To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!
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I would they were in Afric both together;
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Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
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The goer-back. Why came you from your master?
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On his command: he would not suffer me
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To bring him to the haven; left these notes
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Of what commands I should be subject to,
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When 't pleased you to employ me.
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This hath been
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Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour
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He will remain so.
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I humbly thank your highness.
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Pray, walk awhile.
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About some half-hour hence,
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I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least
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Go see my lord aboard: for this time leave me.
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SCENE II. The same. A public place.

Scene 2 of Act 1 of Cymbeline begins with the entrance of Imogen, the daughter of King Cymbeline. She is waiting for her servant, Pisanio, to bring her a letter from her husband, Posthumus. When Pisanio arrives, he informs Imogen that her husband has been banished from the court and has fled to Rome. He also gives her a letter, supposedly from Posthumus, that instructs her to meet him in Milford Haven.

Imogen is initially excited to see her husband, but becomes suspicious of the letter when Pisanio mentions that Posthumus had given him a box containing a potion that he was supposed to administer to Imogen if she ever became unfaithful. Imogen is outraged that her husband could doubt her fidelity and begs Pisanio to give her the potion so that she may take it and prove her innocence.

Pisanio, however, is hesitant to give her the potion and suggests that she wait to see her husband before taking any rash actions. Imogen agrees and decides to disguise herself as a boy in order to safely travel to Milford Haven. Pisanio agrees to help her and the two set off on their journey.

As they leave, Cloten, the Queen's son and Imogen's stepbrother, enters the scene. He is infatuated with Imogen and is angry that she has rejected his advances. He is determined to find her and win her over by any means necessary.

Enter CLOTEN and two Lords

First Lord
Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the
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violence of action hath made you reek as a
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sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in:
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there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
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If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?
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Second Lord
(Aside) No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.
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First Lord
Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be
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not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
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Second Lord
(Aside) His steel was in debt; it went o' the
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backside the town.
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The villain would not stand me.
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Second Lord
(Aside) No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
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First Lord
Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but
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he added to your having; gave you some ground.
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Second Lord
(Aside) As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!
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I would they had not come between us.
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Second Lord
(Aside) So would I, till you had measured how long
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a fool you were upon the ground.
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And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!
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Second Lord
(Aside) If it be a sin to make a true election, she
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is damned.
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First Lord
Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
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go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen
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small reflection of her wit.
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Second Lord
(Aside) She shines not upon fools, lest the
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reflection should hurt her.
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Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some
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hurt done!
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Second Lord
(Aside) I wish not so; unless it had been the fall
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of an ass, which is no great hurt.
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You'll go with us?
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First Lord
I'll attend your lordship.
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Nay, come, let's go together.
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Second Lord
Well, my lord.
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SCENE III. A room in Cymbeline's palace.

Scene 3 of Act 1 of Cymbeline takes place in the palace of Cymbeline, the king of Britain. The scene opens with the entrance of Imogen, Cymbeline's daughter, and Pisanio, her servant. Imogen is upset because her father wants her to marry Cloten, his stepson, but she loves Posthumus, a gentleman she met in Rome. Pisanio suggests that she write a letter to Posthumus to explain the situation and ask for his help. Imogen agrees and Pisanio promises to deliver the letter.

As they are talking, Cloten enters and tries to woo Imogen, but she rejects him. He becomes angry and insults Posthumus, which angers Imogen. Pisanio intervenes and reminds Cloten that he is the king's stepson and should show respect to Imogen. Cloten leaves, still angry.

After Cloten's departure, Imogen and Pisanio continue their conversation about Posthumus. Imogen reveals that she has given Posthumus a diamond ring as a token of her love, and Pisanio suggests that she ask for it back so that she can keep it safe. Imogen agrees and Pisanio promises to retrieve the ring from Posthumus.

The scene ends with Imogen expressing her love for Posthumus and her hope that they will be able to marry someday. She also worries about her father's reaction to her refusal to marry Cloten, but Pisanio assures her that he will help her in any way he can.


I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven,
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And question'dst every sail: if he should write
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And not have it, 'twere a paper lost,
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As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
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That he spake to thee?
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It was his queen, his queen!
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Then waved his handkerchief?
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And kiss'd it, madam.
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Senseless Linen! happier therein than I!
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And that was all?
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No, madam; for so long
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As he could make me with this eye or ear
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Distinguish him from others, he did keep
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The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
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Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mind
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Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,
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How swift his ship.
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Thou shouldst have made him
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As little as a crow, or less, ere left
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To after-eye him.
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Madam, so I did.
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I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but
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To look upon him, till the diminution
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Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,
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Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
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The smallness of a gnat to air, and then
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Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Pisanio,
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When shall we hear from him?
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Be assured, madam,
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With his next vantage.
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I did not take my leave of him, but had
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Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him
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How I would think on him at certain hours
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Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear
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The shes of Italy should not betray
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Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him,
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At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
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To encounter me with orisons, for then
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I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
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Give him that parting kiss which I had set
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Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father
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And like the tyrannous breathing of the north
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Shakes all our buds from growing.
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Enter a Lady

The queen, madam,
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Desires your highness' company.
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Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd.
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I will attend the queen.
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Madam, I shall.
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SCENE IV. Rome. Philario's house.

Scene 4 of Act 1 takes place in the royal palace of Britain. Queen Cymbeline's stepson Cloten is seeking the hand of Imogen, Cymbeline's daughter, in marriage. However, Imogen is already in love with Posthumus, a lowly gentleman whom she has secretly married.

Cloten tries to woo Imogen with his wealth and status, but she rebuffs him, stating her love for Posthumus. Angered by her rejection, Cloten insults Posthumus and challenges him to a duel. Imogen's servant Pisanio tries to intervene, but Cloten threatens him as well.

Imogen later receives a letter from Posthumus, who has been banished from Britain by Cymbeline. The letter instructs Imogen to meet him in Milford Haven, where they can be reunited. Imogen decides to flee the palace disguised as a boy and sets out on her journey.

Meanwhile, Cymbeline is angered by the news that Rome has stopped paying tribute to Britain. He sends ambassadors to demand the tribute, but they are captured by the Roman army. Cymbeline's advisor, the Queen's son-in-law, suggests that he seek the help of the British warrior Belarius, who has been banished from the court. Cymbeline agrees to the plan.

Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a Frenchman, a Dutchman, and a Spaniard

Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain: he was
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then of a crescent note, expected to prove so worthy
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as since he hath been allowed the name of; but I
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could then have looked on him without the help of
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admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments
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had been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items.
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You speak of him when he was less furnished than now
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he is with that which makes him both without and within.
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I have seen him in France: we had very many there
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could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.
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This matter of marrying his king's daughter, wherein
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he must be weighed rather by her value than his own,
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words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.
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And then his banishment.
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Ay, and the approbation of those that weep this
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lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully
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to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment,
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which else an easy battery might lay flat, for
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taking a beggar without less quality. But how comes
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it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps
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His father and I were soldiers together; to whom I
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have been often bound for no less than my life.
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Here comes the Briton: let him be so entertained
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amongst you as suits, with gentlemen of your
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knowing, to a stranger of his quality.
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I beseech you all, be better known to this
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gentleman; whom I commend to you as a noble friend
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of mine: how worthy he is I will leave to appear
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hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing.
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Sir, we have known together in Orleans.
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Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies,
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which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still.
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Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: I was glad I
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did atone my countryman and you; it had been pity
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you should have been put together with so mortal a
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purpose as then each bore, upon importance of so
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slight and trivial a nature.
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By your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller;
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rather shunned to go even with what I heard than in
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my every action to be guided by others' experiences:
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but upon my mended judgment--if I offend not to say
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it is mended--my quarrel was not altogether slight.
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'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrement of swords,
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and by such two that would by all likelihood have
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confounded one the other, or have fallen both.
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Can we, with manners, ask what was the difference?
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Safely, I think: 'twas a contention in public,
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which may, without contradiction, suffer the report.
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It was much like an argument that fell out last
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night, where each of us fell in praise of our
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country mistresses; this gentleman at that time
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vouching--and upon warrant of bloody
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affirmation--his to be more fair, virtuous, wise,
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chaste, constant-qualified and less attemptable
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than any the rarest of our ladies in France.
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That lady is not now living, or this gentleman's
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opinion by this worn out.
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She holds her virtue still and I my mind.
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You must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of Italy.
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Being so far provoked as I was in France, I would
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abate her nothing, though I profess myself her
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adorer, not her friend.
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As fair and as good--a kind of hand-in-hand
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comparison--had been something too fair and too good
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for any lady in Britain. If she went before others
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I have seen, as that diamond of yours outlustres
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many I have beheld. I could not but believe she
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excelled many: but I have not seen the most
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precious diamond that is, nor you the lady.
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I praised her as I rated her: so do I my stone.
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What do you esteem it at?
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More than the world enjoys.
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Either your unparagoned mistress is dead, or she's
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outprized by a trifle.
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You are mistaken: the one may be sold, or given, if
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there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit
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for the gift: the other is not a thing for sale,
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and only the gift of the gods.
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Which the gods have given you?
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Which, by their graces, I will keep.
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You may wear her in title yours: but, you know,
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strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your
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ring may be stolen too: so your brace of unprizable
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estimations; the one is but frail and the other
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casual; a cunning thief, or a that way accomplished
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courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last.
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Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier
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to convince the honour of my mistress, if, in the
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holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do
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nothing doubt you have store of thieves;
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notwithstanding, I fear not my ring.
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Let us leave here, gentlemen.
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Sir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I
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thank him, makes no stranger of me; we are familiar at first.
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With five times so much conversation, I should get
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ground of your fair mistress, make her go back, even
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to the yielding, had I admittance and opportunity to friend.
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No, no.
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I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to
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your ring; which, in my opinion, o'ervalues it
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something: but I make my wager rather against your
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confidence than her reputation: and, to bar your
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offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any
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lady in the world.
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You are a great deal abused in too bold a
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persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're
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worthy of by your attempt.
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What's that?
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A repulse: though your attempt, as you call it,
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deserve more; a punishment too.
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Gentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly;
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let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be
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better acquainted.
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Would I had put my estate and my neighbour's on the
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approbation of what I have spoke!
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What lady would you choose to assail?
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Yours; whom in constancy you think stands so safe.
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I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring,
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that, commend me to the court where your lady is,
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with no more advantage than the opportunity of a
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second conference, and I will bring from thence
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that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved.
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I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring
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I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it.
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You are afraid, and therein the wiser. If you buy
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ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot
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preserve it from tainting: but I see you have some
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religion in you, that you fear.
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This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a
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graver purpose, I hope.
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I am the master of my speeches, and would undergo
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what's spoken, I swear.
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Will you? I shall but lend my diamond till your
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return: let there be covenants drawn between's: my
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mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your
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unworthy thinking: I dare you to this match: here's my ring.
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I will have it no lay.
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By the gods, it is one. If I bring you no
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sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest
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bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats
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are yours; so is your diamond too: if I come off,
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and leave her in such honour as you have trust in,
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she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are
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yours: provided I have your commendation for my more
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free entertainment.
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I embrace these conditions; let us have articles
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betwixt us. Only, thus far you shall answer: if
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you make your voyage upon her and give me directly
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to understand you have prevailed, I am no further
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your enemy; she is not worth our debate: if she
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remain unseduced, you not making it appear
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otherwise, for your ill opinion and the assault you
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have made to her chastity you shall answer me with
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your sword.
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Your hand; a covenant: we will have these things set
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down by lawful counsel, and straight away for
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Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and
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starve: I will fetch my gold and have our two
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wagers recorded.
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Will this hold, think you?
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Signior Iachimo will not from it.
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Pray, let us follow 'em.
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SCENE V. Britain. A room in Cymbeline's palace.

Scene 5 of Act 1 of Cymbeline begins with the arrival of Posthumus, the protagonist, at the court of King Cymbeline. He is there to bid farewell to his lover, Imogen, who is also the daughter of the king. Posthumus is leaving for Rome, but not before he has a private moment with Imogen. The two exchange love tokens and pledge their undying love for each other.

However, their tender moment is interrupted by the entrance of Imogen's stepmother, the queen, who is jealous of Imogen's beauty and position in the court. The queen manipulates Posthumus into believing that Imogen is unfaithful and convinces him to wager on her virtue.

Posthumus, consumed with jealousy and anger, agrees to the bet and writes a letter to his friend in Rome, instructing him to murder Imogen. The scene ends with Posthumus handing the letter to Imogen's servant, Pisanio, and asking him to deliver it to his friend in Rome.

The scene sets up the central conflict of the play, which is the betrayal and redemption of love. It also introduces the themes of jealousy, deceit, and honor. The audience is left wondering whether Imogen will survive the plot against her and whether Posthumus will recognize the error of his ways.

Enter QUEEN, Ladies, and CORNELIUS

Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers;
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Make haste: who has the note of them?
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First Lady
I, madam.
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Now, master doctor, have you brought those drugs?
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Pleaseth your highness, ay: here they are, madam:
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But I beseech your grace, without offence,--
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My conscience bids me ask--wherefore you have
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Commanded of me those most poisonous compounds,
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Which are the movers of a languishing death;
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But though slow, deadly?
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I wonder, doctor,
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Thou ask'st me such a question. Have I not been
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Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how
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To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so
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That our great king himself doth woo me oft
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For my confections? Having thus far proceeded,--
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Unless thou think'st me devilish--is't not meet
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That I did amplify my judgment in
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Other conclusions? I will try the forces
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Of these thy compounds on such creatures as
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We count not worth the hanging, but none human,
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To try the vigour of them and apply
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Allayments to their act, and by them gather
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Their several virtues and effects.
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Your highness
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Shall from this practise but make hard your heart:
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Besides, the seeing these effects will be
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Both noisome and infectious.
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O, content thee.
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Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him
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Will I first work: he's for his master,
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An enemy to my son. How now, Pisanio!
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Doctor, your service for this time is ended;
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Take your own way.
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(Aside) I do suspect you, madam;
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But you shall do no harm.
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(To PISANIO) Hark thee, a word.
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(Aside) I do not like her. She doth think she has
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Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,
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And will not trust one of her malice with
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A drug of such damn'd nature. Those she has
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Will stupefy and dull the sense awhile;
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Which first, perchance, she'll prove on
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cats and dogs,
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Then afterward up higher: but there is
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No danger in what show of death it makes,
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More than the locking-up the spirits a time,
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To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd
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With a most false effect; and I the truer,
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So to be false with her.
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No further service, doctor,
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Until I send for thee.
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I humbly take my leave.
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Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou think in time
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She will not quench and let instructions enter
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Where folly now possesses? Do thou work:
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When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son,
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I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then
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As great as is thy master, greater, for
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His fortunes all lie speechless and his name
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Is at last gasp: return he cannot, nor
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Continue where he is: to shift his being
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Is to exchange one misery with another,
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And every day that comes comes to decay
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A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect,
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To be depender on a thing that leans,
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Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends,
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So much as but to prop him?
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Thou takest up
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Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour:
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It is a thing I made, which hath the king
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Five times redeem'd from death: I do not know
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What is more cordial. Nay, I prethee, take it;
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It is an earnest of a further good
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That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how
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The case stands with her; do't as from thyself.
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Think what a chance thou changest on, but think
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Thou hast thy mistress still, to boot, my son,
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Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the king
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To any shape of thy preferment such
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As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly,
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That set thee on to this desert, am bound
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To load thy merit richly. Call my women:
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Think on my words.
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A sly and constant knave,
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Not to be shaked; the agent for his master
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And the remembrancer of her to hold
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The hand-fast to her lord. I have given him that
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Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her
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Of liegers for her sweet, and which she after,
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Except she bend her humour, shall be assured
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To taste of too.
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So, so: well done, well done:
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The violets, cowslips, and the primroses,
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Bear to my closet. Fare thee well, Pisanio;
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Think on my words.
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Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies

And shall do:
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But when to my good lord I prove untrue,
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I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you.
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SCENE VI. The same. Another room in the palace.

Scene 6 of Act 1 takes place in the palace of Cymbeline, the King of Britain. The Queen, stepmother to Cymbeline's daughter Imogen, is conversing with one of her attendants. They discuss Imogen's recent marriage to Posthumus, a lowborn gentleman, and the Queen expresses her disapproval. She reveals her plans to separate the newlyweds by sending Posthumus away and arranging a marriage for Imogen with Cloten, her own son. The attendant disagrees with the Queen's actions, but the Queen dismisses her and exits.

Shortly after, Cloten enters and boasts about his own physical prowess and superiority over Posthumus. He reveals his desire to marry Imogen and is pleased to learn of his mother's plans. However, he is also concerned about Posthumus' reaction and suggests that they should handle the situation carefully. They exit, and Imogen enters with her servant Pisanio. She expresses her love for Posthumus but also her concern about his sudden departure. Pisanio reveals a letter from Posthumus in which he instructs Imogen to meet him in Rome. He also gives her a small box, which he claims contains a precious gemstone, but warns her not to open it until she is in dire need.

Imogen is overjoyed at the prospect of seeing Posthumus again but also worried about defying her father's wishes. Pisanio assures her that he will help her and suggests that they disguise her as a pageboy to avoid detection. They exit, and the scene ends.


A father cruel, and a step-dame false;
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A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,
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That hath her husband banish'd;--O, that husband!
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My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated
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Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol'n,
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As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable
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Is the desire that's glorious: blest be those,
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How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
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Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!
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Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome,
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Comes from my lord with letters.
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Change you, madam?
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The worthy Leonatus is in safety
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And greets your highness dearly.
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Presents a letter

Thanks, good sir:
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You're kindly welcome.
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(Aside) All of her that is out of door most rich!
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If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare,
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She is alone the Arabian bird, and I
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Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend!
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Arm me, audacity, from head to foot!
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Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight;
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Rather directly fly.
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(Reads) 'He is one of the noblest note, to whose
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kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon
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him accordingly, as you value your trust--
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So far I read aloud:
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But even the very middle of my heart
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Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully.
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You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
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Have words to bid you, and shall find it so
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In all that I can do.
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Thanks, fairest lady.
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What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes
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To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop
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Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt
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The fiery orbs above and the twinn'd stones
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Upon the number'd beach? and can we not
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Partition make with spectacles so precious
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'Twixt fair and foul?
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What makes your admiration?
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It cannot be i' the eye, for apes and monkeys
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'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and
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Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judgment,
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For idiots in this case of favour would
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Be wisely definite; nor i' the appetite;
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Sluttery to such neat excellence opposed
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Should make desire vomit emptiness,
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Not so allured to feed.
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What is the matter, trow?
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The cloyed will,
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That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub
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Both fill'd and running, ravening first the lamb
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Longs after for the garbage.
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What, dear sir,
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Thus raps you? Are you well?
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Thanks, madam; well.
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Beseech you, sir, desire
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My man's abode where I did leave him: he
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Is strange and peevish.
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I was going, sir,
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To give him welcome.
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Continues well my lord? His health, beseech you?
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Well, madam.
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Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is.
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Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there
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So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd
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The Briton reveller.
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When he was here,
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He did incline to sadness, and oft-times
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Not knowing why.
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I never saw him sad.
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There is a Frenchman his companion, one
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An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves
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A Gallian girl at home; he furnaces
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The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly Briton--
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Your lord, I mean--laughs from's free lungs, cries 'O,
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Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knows
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By history, report, or his own proof,
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What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
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But must be, will his free hours languish for
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Assured bondage?'
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Will my lord say so?
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Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter:
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It is a recreation to be by
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And hear him mock the Frenchman. But, heavens know,
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Some men are much to blame.
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Not he, I hope.
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Not he: but yet heaven's bounty towards him might
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Be used more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much;
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In you, which I account his beyond all talents,
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Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
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To pity too.
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What do you pity, sir?
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Two creatures heartily.
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Am I one, sir?
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You look on me: what wreck discern you in me
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Deserves your pity?
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Lamentable! What,
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To hide me from the radiant sun and solace
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I' the dungeon by a snuff?
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I pray you, sir,
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Deliver with more openness your answers
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To my demands. Why do you pity me?
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That others do--
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I was about to say--enjoy your--But
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It is an office of the gods to venge it,
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Not mine to speak on 't.
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You do seem to know
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Something of me, or what concerns me: pray you,--
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Since doubling things go ill often hurts more
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Than to be sure they do; for certainties
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Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,
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The remedy then born--discover to me
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What both you spur and stop.
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Had I this cheek
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To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,
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Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul
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To the oath of loyalty; this object, which
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Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
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Fixing it only here; should I, damn'd then,
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Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
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That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
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Made hard with hourly falsehood--falsehood, as
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With labour; then by-peeping in an eye
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Base and unlustrous as the smoky light
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That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit
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That all the plagues of hell should at one time
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Encounter such revolt.
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My lord, I fear,
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Has forgot Britain.
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And himself. Not I,
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Inclined to this intelligence, pronounce
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The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces
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That from pay mutest conscience to my tongue
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Charms this report out.
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Let me hear no more.
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O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart
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With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady
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So fair, and fasten'd to an empery,
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Would make the great'st king double,--to be partner'd
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With tomboys hired with that self-exhibition
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Which your own coffers yield! with diseased ventures
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That play with all infirmities for gold
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Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff
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As well might poison poison! Be revenged;
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Or she that bore you was no queen, and you
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Recoil from your great stock.
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How should I be revenged? If this be true,--
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As I have such a heart that both mine ears
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Must not in haste abuse--if it be true,
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How should I be revenged?
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Should he make me
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Live, like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets,
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Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps,
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In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it.
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I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure,
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More noble than that runagate to your bed,
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And will continue fast to your affection,
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Still close as sure.
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What, ho, Pisanio!
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Let me my service tender on your lips.
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Away! I do condemn mine ears that have
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So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,
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Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
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For such an end thou seek'st,--as base as strange.
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Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far
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From thy report as thou from honour, and
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Solicit'st here a lady that disdains
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Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!
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The king my father shall be made acquainted
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Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit,
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A saucy stranger in his court to mart
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As in a Romish stew and to expound
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His beastly mind to us, he hath a court
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He little cares for and a daughter who
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He not respects at all. What, ho, Pisanio!
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O happy Leonatus! I may say
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The credit that thy lady hath of thee
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Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodness
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Her assured credit. Blessed live you long!
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A lady to the worthiest sir that ever
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Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only
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For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon.
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I have spoke this, to know if your affiance
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Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord,
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That which he is, new o'er: and he is one
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The truest manner'd; such a holy witch
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That he enchants societies into him;
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Half all men's hearts are his.
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You make amends.
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He sits 'mongst men like a descended god:
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He hath a kind of honour sets him off,
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More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
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Most mighty princess, that I have adventured
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To try your taking a false report; which hath
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Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment
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In the election of a sir so rare,
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Which you know cannot err: the love I bear him
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Made me to fan you thus, but the gods made you,
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Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon.
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All's well, sir: take my power i' the court
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for yours.
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My humble thanks. I had almost forgot
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To entreat your grace but in a small request,
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And yet of moment to, for it concerns
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Your lord; myself and other noble friends,
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Are partners in the business.
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Pray, what is't?
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Some dozen Romans of us and your lord--
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The best feather of our wing--have mingled sums
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To buy a present for the emperor
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Which I, the factor for the rest, have done
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In France: 'tis plate of rare device, and jewels
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Of rich and exquisite form; their values great;
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And I am something curious, being strange,
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To have them in safe stowage: may it please you
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To take them in protection?
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And pawn mine honour for their safety: since
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My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
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In my bedchamber.
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They are in a trunk,
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Attended by my men: I will make bold
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To send them to you, only for this night;
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I must aboard to-morrow.
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O, no, no.
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Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word
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By lengthening my return. From Gallia
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I cross'd the seas on purpose and on promise
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To see your grace.
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I thank you for your pains:
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But not away to-morrow!
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O, I must, madam:
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Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please
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To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night:
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I have outstood my time; which is material
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To the tender of our present.
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I will write.
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Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,
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And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.
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Act II

Act 2 of Cymbeline begins with the Queen, who is plotting to kill Cymbeline's daughter, Imogen, and frame her husband, Posthumus, for her murder. She sends her servant, Pisanio, to deliver a letter to Posthumus, which she claims is from Imogen, but is actually a forgery instructing him to kill her. Meanwhile, Imogen is upset that her husband has been banished and decides to disguise herself as a boy and follow him to Rome.

In Rome, Posthumus meets a Frenchman named Iachimo, who bets him that he can seduce Imogen. Posthumus, believing in his wife's fidelity, agrees to the bet. Iachimo travels to Britain and tries to seduce Imogen, but she remains faithful to her husband. In the process, Iachimo steals a bracelet that Posthumus had given to Imogen as a token of their love.

Back in Rome, Iachimo shows Posthumus the bracelet as proof that he had slept with Imogen. Enraged and heartbroken, Posthumus writes to Pisanio, instructing him to kill Imogen. Pisanio is torn between his loyalty to Posthumus and his love for Imogen, but ultimately decides to help her. He gives her a potion that will make her appear dead and sends her to Milford Haven, where she can live in safety.

In the final scene of Act 2, Imogen arrives in Milford Haven and meets a group of gentlemen who are hunting. She asks if she can stay with them and they agree. She also meets a mysterious old man who gives her a prophecy about her future. Unbeknownst to her, the man is her father, Cymbeline, who has been living in the wilderness in disguise ever since he was overthrown by his evil Queen. The act ends with Imogen settling in for the night, unaware of the dangers that still lie ahead.

SCENE I. Britain. Before Cymbeline's palace.

Scene 1 of Act 2 begins with Imogen, the daughter of King Cymbeline, waking up and finding herself alone in her bedroom. She speaks to herself about her love for Posthumus, who has been banished by her father, and her sadness at being separated from him. She also reflects on her own identity and how she is perceived by others.

As she is lamenting, her servant Pisanio enters and brings her a letter from Posthumus. The letter describes Posthumus' travels and his continued love for Imogen. However, it also contains a request for Imogen to do something that she finds shocking and difficult to believe.

Pisanio reveals that Posthumus believes that Imogen has been unfaithful to him and asks her to meet with a man named Iachimo, who claims to have evidence of her infidelity. Imogen is outraged and refuses to believe the accusation, but Pisanio convinces her to at least meet with Iachimo to hear what he has to say.

Imogen agrees but is clearly upset by the accusation and the thought that Posthumus would doubt her love and fidelity. The scene ends with Imogen and Pisanio discussing the situation and Imogen trying to figure out how to handle the situation with Iachimo.

Enter CLOTEN and two Lords

Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the
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jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a
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hundred pound on't: and then a whoreson jackanapes
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must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine
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oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.
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First Lord
What got he by that? You have broke his pate with
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your bowl.
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Second Lord
(Aside) If his wit had been like him that broke it,
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it would have run all out.
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When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for
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any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?
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Second Lord
No my lord;
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nor crop the ears of them.
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Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction?
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Would he had been one of my rank!
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Second Lord
(Aside) To have smelt like a fool.
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I am not vexed more at any thing in the earth: a
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pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am;
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they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my
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mother: every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of
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fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that
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nobody can match.
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Second Lord
(Aside) You are cock and capon too; and you crow,
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cock, with your comb on.
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Sayest thou?
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Second Lord
It is not fit your lordship should undertake every
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companion that you give offence to.
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No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit
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offence to my inferiors.
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Second Lord
Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.
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Why, so I say.
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First Lord
Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?
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A stranger, and I not know on't!
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Second Lord
(Aside) He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it
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First Lord
There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of
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Leonatus' friends.
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Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another,
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whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?
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First Lord
One of your lordship's pages.
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Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no
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derogation in't?
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Second Lord
You cannot derogate, my lord.
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Not easily, I think.
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Second Lord
(Aside) You are a fool granted; therefore your
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issues, being foolish, do not derogate.
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Come, I'll go see this Italian: what I have lost
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to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.
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Second Lord
I'll attend your lordship.
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That such a crafty devil as is his mother
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Should yield the world this ass! a woman that
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Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
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Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart,
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And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
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Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest,
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Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
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A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
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More hateful than the foul expulsion is
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Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
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Of the divorce he'ld make! The heavens hold firm
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The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked
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That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand,
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To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land!
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SCENE II. Imogen's bedchamber in Cymbeline's palace: a trunk in one corner of it.

Scene 2 of Act 2 of Cymbeline takes place in a room in Imogen's chamber. Imogen is reading a letter from Posthumus, her husband. The letter expresses his love for her and his desire to see her again. Imogen is emotional and misses Posthumus. She talks to herself about how much she loves him and how she wishes he was with her. She also talks about how she wants to prove her love to him by being faithful and loyal.

While Imogen is reading the letter, her maid, Helen, enters the room. Helen is wearing a new dress and Imogen compliments her on how pretty she looks. Helen tells Imogen that she has a message from a man named Iachimo. Iachimo wants to speak with Imogen and has sent her a gift. Imogen is skeptical and asks what the gift is. Helen shows her a trunk and Imogen is hesitant to open it. Helen insists that she should because Iachimo is a nobleman and it would be rude to refuse his gift.

Imogen reluctantly agrees and opens the trunk. Inside, she finds jewelry and a note from Iachimo. The note says that he admires Imogen and wants to meet her to express his love. Imogen is angry and throws the jewelry on the ground. She tells Helen to leave and says that she will never speak to Iachimo.

After Helen leaves, Imogen reflects on the situation. She is upset that Iachimo would try to woo her when she is married. She also wonders why Posthumus has not returned to her yet. Imogen decides to pray for Posthumus and for her own strength to remain faithful. She ends the scene by saying that she will never forget her love for Posthumus and that she will always be faithful to him.

IMOGEN in bed, reading; a Lady attending

Who's there? my woman Helen?
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Please you, madam
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What hour is it?
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Almost midnight, madam.
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I have read three hours then: mine eyes are weak:
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Fold down the leaf where I have left: to bed:
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Take not away the taper, leave it burning;
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And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock,
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I prithee, call me. Sleep hath seized me wholly
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To your protection I commend me, gods.
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From fairies and the tempters of the night
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Guard me, beseech ye.
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Sleeps. IACHIMO comes from the trunk

The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense
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Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus
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Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd
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The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,
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How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily,
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And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
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But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd,
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How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that
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Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the taper
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Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids,
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To see the enclosed lights, now canopied
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Under these windows, white and azure laced
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With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design,
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To note the chamber: I will write all down:
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Such and such pictures; there the window; such
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The adornment of her bed; the arras; figures,
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Why, such and such; and the contents o' the story.
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Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
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Above ten thousand meaner moveables
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Would testify, to enrich mine inventory.
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O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
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And be her sense but as a monument,
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Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off:
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As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard!
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'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
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As strongly as the conscience does within,
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To the madding of her lord. On her left breast
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A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
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I' the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher,
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Stronger than ever law could make: this secret
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Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en
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The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end?
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Why should I write this down, that's riveted,
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Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late
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The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down
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Where Philomel gave up. I have enough:
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To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
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Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning
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May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear;
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Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.
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One, two, three: time, time!
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Scene III An ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's apartments.

Scene 3 of Act 2 takes place in a room in the palace. Imogen, the daughter of the king, is reading a letter from her husband, Posthumus, who has been banished. In the letter, Posthumus tells Imogen that he has been taken in by a gentleman named Belarius, who is raising two boys as his own sons.

Imogen is moved by the letter and wishes she could join her husband. However, she is interrupted by the arrival of her stepmother, the queen, who tries to convince Imogen to marry her own son, Cloten. Imogen refuses, saying that she is already married to Posthumus.

The queen then tries to trick Imogen into taking a potion that will make her forget about Posthumus and fall in love with Cloten. However, Imogen sees through the plan and switches the potion with water. The queen leaves, frustrated with Imogen's stubbornness.

As Imogen continues to read Posthumus' letter, she becomes emotional and wishes for his return. She decides to dress as a boy and go in search of him. As she leaves the room, she is met by Cloten, who insults her and tries to start a fight. Imogen manages to escape and sets off on her journey.

Enter CLOTEN and Lords

First Lord
Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the
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most coldest that ever turned up ace.
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It would make any man cold to lose.
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First Lord
But not every man patient after the noble temper of
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your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win.
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Winning will put any man into courage. If I could
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get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough.
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It's almost morning, is't not?
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First Lord
Day, my lord.
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I would this music would come: I am advised to give
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her music o' mornings; they say it will penetrate.
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Come on; tune: if you can penetrate her with your
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fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if none
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will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er.
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First, a very excellent good-conceited thing;
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after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich
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words to it: and then let her consider.
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Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
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And Phoebus 'gins arise,
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His steeds to water at those springs
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On chaliced flowers that lies;
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And winking Mary-buds begin
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To ope their golden eyes:
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With every thing that pretty is,
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My lady sweet, arise:
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Arise, arise.
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So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will
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consider your music the better: if it do not, it is
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a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs and
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calves'-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to
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boot, can never amend.
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Exeunt Musicians

Second Lord
Here comes the king.
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I am glad I was up so late; for that's the reason I
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was up so early: he cannot choose but take this
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service I have done fatherly.
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Good morrow to your majesty and to my gracious mother.
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Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?
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Will she not forth?
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I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice.
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The exile of her minion is too new;
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She hath not yet forgot him: some more time
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Must wear the print of his remembrance out,
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And then she's yours.
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You are most bound to the king,
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Who lets go by no vantages that may
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Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself
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To orderly soliciting, and be friended
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With aptness of the season; make denials
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Increase your services; so seem as if
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You were inspired to do those duties which
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You tender to her; that you in all obey her,
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Save when command to your dismission tends,
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And therein you are senseless.
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Senseless! not so.
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Enter a Messenger

So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome;
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The one is Caius Lucius.
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A worthy fellow,
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Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
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But that's no fault of his: we must receive him
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According to the honour of his sender;
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And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us,
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We must extend our notice. Our dear son,
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When you have given good morning to your mistress,
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Attend the queen and us; we shall have need
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To employ you towards this Roman. Come, our queen.
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Exeunt all but CLOTEN

If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,
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Let her lie still and dream.
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By your leave, ho!
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I Know her women are about her: what
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If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
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Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes
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Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
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Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold
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Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief;
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Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man: what
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Can it not do and undo? I will make
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One of her women lawyer to me, for
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I yet not understand the case myself.
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By your leave.
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Enter a Lady

Who's there that knocks?
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A gentleman.
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No more?
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Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.
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That's more
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Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,
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Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?
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Your lady's person: is she ready?
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To keep her chamber.
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There is gold for you;
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Sell me your good report.
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How! my good name? or to report of you
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What I shall think is good?--The princess!
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Good morrow, fairest: sister, your sweet hand.
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Exit Lady

Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains
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For purchasing but trouble; the thanks I give
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Is telling you that I am poor of thanks
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And scarce can spare them.
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Still, I swear I love you.
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If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:
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If you swear still, your recompense is still
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That I regard it not.
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This is no answer.
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But that you shall not say I yield being silent,
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I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: 'faith,
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I shall unfold equal discourtesy
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To your best kindness: one of your great knowing
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Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
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To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin:
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I will not.
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Fools are not mad folks.
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Do you call me fool?
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As I am mad, I do:
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If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;
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That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,
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You put me to forget a lady's manners,
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By being so verbal: and learn now, for all,
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That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce,
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By the very truth of it, I care not for you,
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And am so near the lack of charity--
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To accuse myself--I hate you; which I had rather
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You felt than make't my boast.
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You sin against
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Obedience, which you owe your father. For
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The contract you pretend with that base wretch,
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One bred of alms and foster'd with cold dishes,
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With scraps o' the court, it is no contract, none:
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And though it be allow'd in meaner parties--
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Yet who than he more mean?--to knit their souls,
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On whom there is no more dependency
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But brats and beggary, in self-figured knot;
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Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by
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The consequence o' the crown, and must not soil
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The precious note of it with a base slave.
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A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,
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A pantler, not so eminent.
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Profane fellow
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Wert thou the son of Jupiter and no more
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But what thou art besides, thou wert too base
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To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough,
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Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made
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Comparative for your virtues, to be styled
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The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated
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For being preferred so well.
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The south-fog rot him!
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He never can meet more mischance than come
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To be but named of thee. His meanest garment,
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That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer
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In my respect than all the hairs above thee,
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Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio!
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'His garment!' Now the devil--
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To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently--
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'His garment!'
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I am sprited with a fool.
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Frighted, and anger'd worse: go bid my woman
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Search for a jewel that too casually
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Hath left mine arm: it was thy master's: 'shrew me,
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If I would lose it for a revenue
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Of any king's in Europe. I do think
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I saw't this morning: confident I am
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Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:
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I hope it be not gone to tell my lord
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That I kiss aught but he.
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'Twill not be lost.
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I hope so: go and search.
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You have abused me:
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'His meanest garment!'
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Ay, I said so, sir:
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If you will make't an action, call witness to't.
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I will inform your father.
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Your mother too:
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She's my good lady, and will conceive, I hope,
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But the worst of me. So, I leave you, sir,
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To the worst of discontent.
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I'll be revenged:
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'His meanest garment!' Well.
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SCENE IV. Rome. Philario's house.

Scene 4 of Act 2 is set in the palace of Cymbeline, the King of Britain. Imogen, the King's daughter, is speaking to Pisanio, her servant, about her love for Posthumus, a man who has been banished from the kingdom. Pisanio tries to persuade Imogen to forget about Posthumus and consider marrying Cloten, the stepson of the king. However, Imogen is determined to remain faithful to Posthumus and tells Pisanio that she would rather die than marry Cloten.

As they continue to talk, Imogen reveals that she has received a letter from Posthumus, in which he confesses to having slept with another woman. Imogen is heartbroken by the news and decides to go into seclusion, refusing to see anyone or speak to anyone except Pisanio. Pisanio, who is loyal to Imogen, promises to help her in any way he can and suggests that she dress up as a man and follow Posthumus to Rome, where he has gone to prove his worth.

Imogen agrees to the plan and Pisanio gives her a potion that will make her sleep for a while. He tells her to take the potion before she leaves and promises to send her some money and a letter of introduction to a friend in Rome who can help her. Imogen thanks Pisanio for his help and they embrace before she takes the potion and falls asleep.

The scene ends with Pisanio promising to keep Imogen's plan a secret from the king and everyone else, and vowing to do everything in his power to help her succeed.


Fear it not, sir: I would I were so sure
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To win the king as I am bold her honour
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Will remain hers.
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What means do you make to him?
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Not any, but abide the change of time,
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Quake in the present winter's state and wish
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That warmer days would come: in these sear'd hopes,
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I barely gratify your love; they failing,
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I must die much your debtor.
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Your very goodness and your company
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O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king
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Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius
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Will do's commission throughly: and I think
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He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages,
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Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance
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Is yet fresh in their grief.
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I do believe,
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Statist though I am none, nor like to be,
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That this will prove a war; and you shall hear
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The legions now in Gallia sooner landed
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In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings
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Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen
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Are men more order'd than when Julius Caesar
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Smiled at their lack of skill, but found
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their courage
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Worthy his frowning at: their discipline,
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Now mingled with their courages, will make known
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To their approvers they are people such
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That mend upon the world.
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See! Iachimo!
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The swiftest harts have posted you by land;
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And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails,
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To make your vessel nimble.
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Welcome, sir.
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I hope the briefness of your answer made
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The speediness of your return.
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Your lady
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Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon.
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And therewithal the best; or let her beauty
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Look through a casement to allure false hearts
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And be false with them.
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Here are letters for you.
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Their tenor good, I trust.
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'Tis very like.
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Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court
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When you were there?
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He was expected then,
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But not approach'd.
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All is well yet.
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Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not
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Too dull for your good wearing?
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If I had lost it,
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I should have lost the worth of it in gold.
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I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy
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A second night of such sweet shortness which
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Was mine in Britain, for the ring is won.
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The stone's too hard to come by.
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Not a whit,
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Your lady being so easy.
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Make not, sir,
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Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we
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Must not continue friends.
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Good sir, we must,
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If you keep covenant. Had I not brought
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The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant
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We were to question further: but I now
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Profess myself the winner of her honour,
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Together with your ring; and not the wronger
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Of her or you, having proceeded but
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By both your wills.
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If you can make't apparent
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That you have tasted her in bed, my hand
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And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion
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You had of her pure honour gains or loses
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Your sword or mine, or masterless leaves both
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To who shall find them.
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Sir, my circumstances,
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Being so near the truth as I will make them,
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Must first induce you to believe: whose strength
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I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not,
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You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find
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You need it not.
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First, her bedchamber,--
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Where, I confess, I slept not, but profess
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Had that was well worth watching--it was hang'd
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With tapesty of silk and silver; the story
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Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,
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And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for
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The press of boats or pride: a piece of work
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So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive
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In workmanship and value; which I wonder'd
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Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,
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Since the true life on't was--
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This is true;
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And this you might have heard of here, by me,
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Or by some other.
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More particulars
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Must justify my knowledge.
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So they must,
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Or do your honour injury.
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The chimney
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Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece
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Chaste Dian bathing: never saw I figures
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So likely to report themselves: the cutter
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Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her,
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Motion and breath left out.
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This is a thing
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Which you might from relation likewise reap,
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Being, as it is, much spoke of.
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The roof o' the chamber
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With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons--
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I had forgot them--were two winking Cupids
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Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely
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Depending on their brands.
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This is her honour!
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Let it be granted you have seen all this--and praise
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Be given to your remembrance--the description
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Of what is in her chamber nothing saves
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The wager you have laid.
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Then, if you can,
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Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel; see!
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And now 'tis up again: it must be married
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To that your diamond; I'll keep them.
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Once more let me behold it: is it that
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Which I left with her?
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Sir--I thank her--that:
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She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;
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Her pretty action did outsell her gift,
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And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me, and said
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She prized it once.
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May be she pluck'd it off
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To send it me.
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She writes so to you, doth she?
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O, no, no, no! 'tis true. Here, take this too;
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It is a basilisk unto mine eye,
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Kills me to look on't. Let there be no honour
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Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love,
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Where there's another man: the vows of women
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Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,
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Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing.
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O, above measure false!
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Have patience, sir,
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And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won:
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It may be probable she lost it; or
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Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted,
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Hath stol'n it from her?
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Very true;
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And so, I hope, he came by't. Back my ring:
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Render to me some corporal sign about her,
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More evident than this; for this was stolen.
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By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.
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Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears.
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'Tis true:--nay, keep the ring--'tis true: I am sure
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She would not lose it: her attendants are
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All sworn and honourable:--they induced to steal it!
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And by a stranger!--No, he hath enjoyed her:
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The cognizance of her incontinency
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Is this: she hath bought the name of whore
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thus dearly.
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There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell
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Divide themselves between you!
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Sir, be patient:
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This is not strong enough to be believed
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Of one persuaded well of--
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Never talk on't;
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She hath been colted by him.
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If you seek
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For further satisfying, under her breast--
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Worthy the pressing--lies a mole, right proud
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Of that most delicate lodging: by my life,
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I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger
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To feed again, though full. You do remember
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This stain upon her?
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Ay, and it doth confirm
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Another stain, as big as hell can hold,
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Were there no more but it.
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Will you hear more?
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Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns;
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Once, and a million!
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I'll be sworn--
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No swearing.
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If you will swear you have not done't, you lie;
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And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny
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Thou'st made me cuckold.
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I'll deny nothing.
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O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal!
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I will go there and do't, i' the court, before
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Her father. I'll do something--
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Quite besides
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The government of patience! You have won:
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Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath
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He hath against himself.
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With an my heart.
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SCENE V. Another room in Philario's house.

In Scene 5 of Act 2 of Cymbeline, two men discuss their plan to kill the protagonist, who they believe is a threat to their power. One of the men, a servant, is hesitant, but the other, a disguised nobleman, convinces him to go through with it by offering him a large sum of money. They set a trap for the protagonist, luring him into a secluded area with the promise of a meeting with a woman he loves. When he arrives, they attack him and leave him for dead.

The scene is tense and full of suspense as the audience watches the plot against the protagonist unfold. The dialogue between the two men is carefully crafted, revealing their motivations and personalities without giving away too much information. The servant's reluctance adds a layer of complexity to the scene, as he struggles with his conscience but ultimately chooses to betray the protagonist for the promise of wealth.

As the scene ends, the audience is left wondering whether the protagonist will survive the attack and what the consequences will be for the two men who plotted against him. The tension and drama of the scene leave a lasting impression on the audience, setting the stage for the rest of the play.


Is there no way for men to be but women
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Must be half-workers? We are all bastards;
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And that most venerable man which I
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Did call my father, was I know not where
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When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools
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Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd
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The Dian of that time so doth my wife
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The nonpareil of this. O, vengeance, vengeance!
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Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd
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And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with
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A pudency so rosy the sweet view on't
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Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her
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As chaste as unsunn'd snow. O, all the devils!
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This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,--wast not?--
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Or less,--at first?--perchance he spoke not, but,
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Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one,
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Cried 'O!' and mounted; found no opposition
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But what he look'd for should oppose and she
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Should from encounter guard. Could I find out
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The woman's part in me! For there's no motion
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That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
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It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it,
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The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;
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Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;
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Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,
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Nice longing, slanders, mutability,
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All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows,
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Why, hers, in part or all; but rather, all;
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For even to vice
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They are not constant but are changing still
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One vice, but of a minute old, for one
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Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,
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Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill
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In a true hate, to pray they have their will:
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The very devils cannot plague them better.
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In Act 3 of Cymbeline, the story continues to follow the trials and tribulations of the characters set up in the previous acts. The main focus of this act is the continued scheming of the evil queen, who is attempting to manipulate the situation to her advantage. She is shown to be a master of deception and manipulation, using her charm and cunning to try and gain control of the situation.

Meanwhile, the main character, Cymbeline, is dealing with his own issues, as he struggles to maintain control of his kingdom in the face of growing unrest and rebellion. He is forced to make tough decisions, and must rely on his wits and the loyalty of his supporters to stay in power.

Throughout the act, there are a number of twists and turns, as the various characters work to outmaneuver each other. There are moments of tension and drama, as well as moments of humor and levity. Ultimately, Act 3 sets the stage for the final act, as the various characters continue to clash and the tension builds towards a climactic conclusion.

SCENE I. Britain. A hall in Cymbeline's palace.

In Scene 1 of Act 3 of Cymbeline, two gentlemen are discussing the disappearance of the queen's two sons, who were kidnapped from their cradle years ago. One of the gentlemen, Belarius, has been living in the woods with the two boys, whom he raised as his own. He tells the other gentleman, Guiderius, that he wants them to know their true identity and return to court. Guiderius is hesitant, as he enjoys the freedom of living in the forest and fears punishment for their kidnapping. However, Belarius convinces him that they should go to court and reveal the truth.

Meanwhile, Imogen, the daughter of King Cymbeline, is disguised as a boy and has fled to the woods to find her banished husband, Posthumus. She encounters Belarius and the two boys, and they invite her to stay with them. Imogen is unaware that the boys are her own brothers, and they do not recognize her as their sister.

As they all rest in the woods, a group of Roman soldiers approaches. Belarius recognizes them as enemies and prepares to fight, but Imogen convinces them to hide. The soldiers capture Guiderius and Arviragus, the two boys, but Imogen manages to escape.

The scene ends with Imogen alone in the woods, lamenting her situation and wishing she could find her husband and clear her name, as she has been accused of infidelity.

Enter in state, CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, and Lords at one door, and at another, CAIUS LUCIUS and Attendants

Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us?
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When Julius Caesar, whose remembrance yet
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Lives in men's eyes and will to ears and tongues
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Be theme and hearing ever, was in this Britain
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And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,--
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Famous in Caesar's praises, no whit less
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Than in his feats deserving it--for him
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And his succession granted Rome a tribute,
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Yearly three thousand pounds, which by thee lately
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Is left untender'd.
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And, to kill the marvel,
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Shall be so ever.
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There be many Caesars,
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Ere such another Julius. Britain is
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A world by itself; and we will nothing pay
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For wearing our own noses.
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That opportunity
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Which then they had to take from 's, to resume
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We have again. Remember, sir, my liege,
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The kings your ancestors, together with
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The natural bravery of your isle, which stands
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As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
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With rocks unscalable and roaring waters,
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With sands that will not bear your enemies' boats,
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But suck them up to the topmast. A kind of conquest
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Caesar made here; but made not here his brag
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Of 'Came' and 'saw' and 'overcame: ' with shame--
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That first that ever touch'd him--he was carried
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From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping--
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Poor ignorant baubles!-- upon our terrible seas,
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Like egg-shells moved upon their surges, crack'd
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As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof
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The famed Cassibelan, who was once at point--
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O giglot fortune!--to master Caesar's sword,
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Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright
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And Britons strut with courage.
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Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: our
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kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and,
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as I said, there is no moe such Caesars: other of
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them may have crook'd noses, but to owe such
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straight arms, none.
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Son, let your mother end.
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We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as
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Cassibelan: I do not say I am one; but I have a
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hand. Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If
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Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or
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put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute
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for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now.
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You must know,
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Till the injurious Romans did extort
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This tribute from us, we were free:
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Caesar's ambition,
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Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch
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The sides o' the world, against all colour here
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Did put the yoke upon 's; which to shake off
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Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
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Ourselves to be.
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Say, then, to Caesar,
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Our ancestor was that Mulmutius which
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Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword of Caesar
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Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise
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Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
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Though Rome be therefore angry: Mulmutius made our laws,
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Who was the first of Britain which did put
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His brows within a golden crown and call'd
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Himself a king.
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I am sorry, Cymbeline,
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That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar--
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Caesar, that hath more kings his servants than
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Thyself domestic officers--thine enemy:
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Receive it from me, then: war and confusion
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In Caesar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look
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For fury not to be resisted. Thus defied,
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I thank thee for myself.
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Thou art welcome, Caius.
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Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent
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Much under him; of him I gather'd honour;
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Which he to seek of me again, perforce,
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Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect
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That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for
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Their liberties are now in arms; a precedent
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Which not to read would show the Britons cold:
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So Caesar shall not find them.
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Let proof speak.
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His majesty bids you welcome. Make
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pastime with us a day or two, or longer: if
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you seek us afterwards in other terms, you
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shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you
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beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in
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the adventure, our crows shall fare the better
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for you; and there's an end.
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So, sir.
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I know your master's pleasure and he mine:
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All the remain is 'Welcome!'
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SCENE II. Another room in the palace.

Scene 2 of Act 3 of Cymbeline takes place in the palace of Cymbeline, the King of Britain. Imogen, the daughter of Cymbeline, is talking to Pisanio, her servant, about her husband Posthumus, who has been banished from Britain and is living in Italy.

Imogen is upset because she has received a letter from Posthumus in which he claims that she has been unfaithful to him. Pisanio tries to comfort her and suggests that she should send a letter to Posthumus denying the accusation. However, Imogen is determined to go to Italy and find her husband.

She asks Pisanio to give her some poison, which she plans to use in case she cannot find Posthumus or if he has moved on with another woman. Pisanio is shocked by her request and refuses to give her the poison. He tells her that it is a sin to take one's own life and that she should have more faith in her husband.

Imogen is grateful for Pisanio's advice and decides to write a letter to Posthumus instead. She asks Pisanio to deliver the letter and promises to reward him for his loyalty. Pisanio agrees to do as she asks and leaves the room.

Imogen, alone on stage, reflects on her situation and wonders how she can prove her innocence to Posthumus. She decides to dress as a man and travel to Italy in disguise. She hopes that by doing so, she can find her husband and convince him of her fidelity.

Enter PISANIO, with a letter

How? of adultery? Wherefore write you not
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What monster's her accuser? Leonatus,
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O master! what a strange infection
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Is fall'n into thy ear! What false Italian,
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As poisonous-tongued as handed, hath prevail'd
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On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal! No:
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She's punish'd for her truth, and undergoes,
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More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
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As would take in some virtue. O my master!
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Thy mind to her is now as low as were
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Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her?
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Upon the love and truth and vows which I
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Have made to thy command? I, her? her blood?
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If it be so to do good service, never
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Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
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That I should seem to lack humanity
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so much as this fact comes to?
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'Do't: the letter
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that I have sent her, by her own command
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Shall give thee opportunity.' O damn'd paper!
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Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble,
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Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st
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So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.
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I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
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How now, Pisanio!
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Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
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Who? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus!
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O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer
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That knew the stars as I his characters;
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He'ld lay the future open. You good gods,
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Let what is here contain'd relish of love,
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Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not
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That we two are asunder; let that grieve him:
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Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them,
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For it doth physic love: of his content,
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All but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Blest be
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You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers
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And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike:
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Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet
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You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods!
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'Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me
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in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as
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you, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me
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with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria,
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at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of
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this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all
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happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your,
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increasing in love,
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O, for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio?
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He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me
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How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs
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May plod it in a week, why may not I
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Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,--
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Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,--
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let me bate,-but not like me--yet long'st,
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But in a fainter kind:--O, not like me;
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For mine's beyond beyond--say, and speak thick;
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Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing,
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To the smothering of the sense--how far it is
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To this same blessed Milford: and by the way
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Tell me how Wales was made so happy as
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To inherit such a haven: but first of all,
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How we may steal from hence, and for the gap
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That we shall make in time, from our hence-going
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And our return, to excuse: but first, how get hence:
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Why should excuse be born or e'er begot?
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We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak,
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How many score of miles may we well ride
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'Twixt hour and hour?
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One score 'twixt sun and sun,
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Madam, 's enough for you:
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and too much too.
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Why, one that rode to's execution, man,
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Could never go so slow: I have heard of
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riding wagers,
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Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
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That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery:
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Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say
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She'll home to her father: and provide me presently
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A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit
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A franklin's housewife.
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Madam, you're best consider.
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I see before me, man: nor here, nor here,
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Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them,
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That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee;
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Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say,
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Accessible is none but Milford way.
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SCENE III. Wales: a mountainous country with a cave.

Scene 3 of Act 3 of Cymbeline takes place in a room in the palace. Imogen, the daughter of Cymbeline, is alone and upset because she believes her husband, Posthumus, has been unfaithful to her. She is also worried about the banishment of her friend, Pisanio.

As she is lamenting her situation, Iachimo, a Roman nobleman, enters the room. He flatters Imogen and tries to seduce her, but she rejects his advances. Iachimo then makes a bet with Posthumus that he can seduce Imogen and steal a valuable ring from her.

During their conversation, Iachimo takes note of the details of Imogen's room, including a portrait of Posthumus and a trunk that he believes contains the ring. He then leaves, promising to return with proof of his conquest.

Imogen remains alone, still distraught over her marriage. Pisanio enters the room and gives Imogen a letter from Posthumus, which he believes will ease her worries. However, the letter reveals Posthumus' belief that Imogen has been unfaithful to him and instructs Pisanio to kill her as punishment.

Distraught and confused, Imogen asks Pisanio for his advice. He encourages her to flee the palace and seek refuge with his friend, the banished nobleman Belarius. Imogen agrees and decides to dress as a boy for her journey.

As they are preparing to leave, Iachimo returns with the news that he has succeeded in seducing Imogen and has stolen the ring. He shows Posthumus the evidence and wins the bet. Posthumus is devastated by the news and becomes even more convinced of Imogen's infidelity.

The scene ends with Imogen and Pisanio leaving the palace in disguise, while Posthumus and Iachimo celebrate their victory over a game of cards.

Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS; GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS following

A goodly day not to keep house, with such
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Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys; this gate
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Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you
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To a morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs
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Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through
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And keep their impious turbans on, without
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Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven!
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We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly
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As prouder livers do.
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Hail, heaven!
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Hail, heaven!
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Now for our mountain sport: up to yond hill;
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Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider,
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When you above perceive me like a crow,
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That it is place which lessens and sets off;
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And you may then revolve what tales I have told you
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Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war:
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This service is not service, so being done,
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But being so allow'd: to apprehend thus,
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Draws us a profit from all things we see;
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And often, to our comfort, shall we find
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The sharded beetle in a safer hold
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Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life
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Is nobler than attending for a cheque,
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Richer than doing nothing for a bauble,
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Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk:
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Such gain the cap of him that makes 'em fine,
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Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours.
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Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged,
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Have never wing'd from view o' the nest, nor know not
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What air's from home. Haply this life is best,
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If quiet life be best; sweeter to you
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That have a sharper known; well corresponding
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With your stiff age: but unto us it is
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A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed;
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A prison for a debtor, that not dares
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To stride a limit.
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What should we speak of
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When we are old as you? when we shall hear
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The rain and wind beat dark December, how,
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In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse
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The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing;
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We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey,
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Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat;
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Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage
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We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,
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And sing our bondage freely.
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How you speak!
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Did you but know the city's usuries
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And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court
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As hard to leave as keep; whose top to climb
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Is certain falling, or so slippery that
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The fear's as bad as falling; the toil o' the war,
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A pain that only seems to seek out danger
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I' the name of fame and honour; which dies i'
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the search,
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And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph
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As record of fair act; nay, many times,
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Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,
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Must court'sy at the censure:--O boys, this story
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The world may read in me: my body's mark'd
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With Roman swords, and my report was once
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First with the best of note: Cymbeline loved me,
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And when a soldier was the theme, my name
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Was not far off: then was I as a tree
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Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night,
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A storm or robbery, call it what you will,
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Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,
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And left me bare to weather.
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Uncertain favour!
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My fault being nothing--as I have told you oft--
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But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd
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Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline
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I was confederate with the Romans: so
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Follow'd my banishment, and this twenty years
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This rock and these demesnes have been my world;
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Where I have lived at honest freedom, paid
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More pious debts to heaven than in all
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The fore-end of my time. But up to the mountains!
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This is not hunters' language: he that strikes
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The venison first shall be the lord o' the feast;
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To him the other two shall minister;
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And we will fear no poison, which attends
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In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys.
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How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!
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These boys know little they are sons to the king;
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Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive.
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They think they are mine; and though train'd
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up thus meanly
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I' the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit
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The roofs of palaces, and nature prompts them
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In simple and low things to prince it much
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Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,
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The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, who
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The king his father call'd Guiderius,--Jove!
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When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell
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The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out
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Into my story: say 'Thus, mine enemy fell,
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And thus I set my foot on 's neck;' even then
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The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats,
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Strains his young nerves and puts himself in posture
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That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal,
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Once Arviragus, in as like a figure,
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Strikes life into my speech and shows much more
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His own conceiving.--Hark, the game is roused!
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O Cymbeline! heaven and my conscience knows
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Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon,
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At three and two years old, I stole these babes;
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Thinking to bar thee of succession, as
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Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile,
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Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for
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their mother,
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And every day do honour to her grave:
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Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd,
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They take for natural father. The game is up.
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SCENE IV. Country near Milford-Haven.

Scene 4 of Act 3 of Cymbeline takes place in a prison cell, where Posthumus, the protagonist, is being held captive. He is visited by two men, one of whom is disguised as a doctor. The doctor gives Posthumus a potion that he claims will make him sleep soundly and forget all his troubles. Posthumus is initially suspicious but eventually drinks the potion.

After Posthumus falls asleep, the two men reveal their true identities as Iachimo, a villainous character who has previously betrayed Posthumus, and a Frenchman who is working with him. They plant a box containing what appears to be the severed head of a woman in Posthumus' cell, along with a letter that suggests the head belongs to Imogen, Posthumus' wife. The two men then leave, laughing at their success in deceiving Posthumus.

When Posthumus wakes up, he is horrified to find the box and the letter. He believes that Imogen is dead and is overcome with grief and guilt. He decides to write a letter to his servant, Pisanio, asking him to kill him as he cannot bear to live without Imogen. He also decides to dress in rags and leave the prison, hoping to die on the streets.

This scene sets the stage for the rest of the play, as Posthumus' belief in Imogen's death and his subsequent actions drive much of the plot. It also highlights the theme of deception, as Iachimo and the Frenchman trick Posthumus into believing that his wife is dead. Overall, Scene 4 of Act 3 is a pivotal moment in Cymbeline and a key example of Shakespeare's masterful storytelling.


Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place
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Was near at hand: ne'er long'd my mother so
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To see me first, as I have now. Pisanio! man!
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Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,
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That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh
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From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus,
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Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
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Beyond self-explication: put thyself
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Into a havior of less fear, ere wildness
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Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter?
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Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with
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A look untender? If't be summer news,
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Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
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But keep that countenance still. My husband's hand!
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That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him,
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And he's at some hard point. Speak, man: thy tongue
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May take off some extremity, which to read
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Would be even mortal to me.
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Please you, read;
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And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing
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The most disdain'd of fortune.
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(Reads) 'Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the
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strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie
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bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises,
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but from proof as strong as my grief and as certain
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as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pisanio,
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must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with
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the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away
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her life: I shall give thee opportunity at
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Milford-Haven. She hath my letter for the purpose
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where, if thou fear to strike and to make me certain
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it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour and
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equally to me disloyal.'
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What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper
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Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander,
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Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
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Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
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Rides on the posting winds and doth belie
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All corners of the world: kings, queens and states,
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Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave
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This viperous slander enters. What cheer, madam?
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False to his bed! What is it to be false?
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To lie in watch there and to think on him?
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To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep
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charge nature,
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To break it with a fearful dream of him
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And cry myself awake? that's false to's bed, is it?
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Alas, good lady!
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I false! Thy conscience witness: Iachimo,
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Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;
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Thou then look'dst like a villain; now methinks
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Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy
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Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
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Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion;
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And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,
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I must be ripp'd:--to pieces with me!--O,
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Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,
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By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought
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Put on for villany; not born where't grows,
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But worn a bait for ladies.
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Good madam, hear me.
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True honest men being heard, like false Aeneas,
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Were in his time thought false, and Sinon's weeping
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Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity
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From most true wretchedness: so thou, Posthumus,
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Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;
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Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjured
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From thy great fall. Come, fellow, be thou honest:
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Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou see'st him,
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A little witness my obedience: look!
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I draw the sword myself: take it, and hit
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The innocent mansion of my love, my heart;
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Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief;
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Thy master is not there, who was indeed
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The riches of it: do his bidding; strike
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Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause;
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But now thou seem'st a coward.
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Hence, vile instrument!
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Thou shalt not damn my hand.
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Why, I must die;
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And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
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No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter
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There is a prohibition so divine
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That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart.
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Something's afore't. Soft, soft! we'll no defence;
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Obedient as the scabbard. What is here?
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The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,
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All turn'd to heresy? Away, away,
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Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more
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Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools
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Believe false teachers: though those that
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are betray'd
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Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
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Stands in worse case of woe.
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And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up
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My disobedience 'gainst the king my father
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And make me put into contempt the suits
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Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
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It is no act of common passage, but
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A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself
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To think, when thou shalt be disedged by her
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That now thou tirest on, how thy memory
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Will then be pang'd by me. Prithee, dispatch:
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The lamb entreats the butcher: where's thy knife?
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Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,
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When I desire it too.
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O gracious lady,
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Since I received command to do this business
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I have not slept one wink.
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Do't, and to bed then.
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I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first.
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Wherefore then
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Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused
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So many miles with a pretence? this place?
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Mine action and thine own? our horses' labour?
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The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,
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For my being absent? whereunto I never
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Purpose return. Why hast thou gone so far,
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To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand,
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The elected deer before thee?
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But to win time
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To lose so bad employment; in the which
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I have consider'd of a course. Good lady,
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Hear me with patience.
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Talk thy tongue weary; speak
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I have heard I am a strumpet; and mine ear
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Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,
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Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.
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Then, madam,
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I thought you would not back again.
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Most like;
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Bringing me here to kill me.
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Not so, neither:
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But if I were as wise as honest, then
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My purpose would prove well. It cannot be
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But that my master is abused:
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Some villain, ay, and singular in his art.
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Hath done you both this cursed injury.
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Some Roman courtezan.
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No, on my life.
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I'll give but notice you are dead and send him
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Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded
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I should do so: you shall be miss'd at court,
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And that will well confirm it.
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Why good fellow,
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What shall I do the where? where bide? how live?
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Or in my life what comfort, when I am
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Dead to my husband?
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If you'll back to the court--
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No court, no father; nor no more ado
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With that harsh, noble, simple nothing,
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That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me
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As fearful as a siege.
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If not at court,
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Then not in Britain must you bide.
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Where then
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Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night,
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Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume
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Our Britain seems as of it, but not in 't;
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In a great pool a swan's nest: prithee, think
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There's livers out of Britain.
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I am most glad
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You think of other place. The ambassador,
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Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
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To-morrow: now, if you could wear a mind
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Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise
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That which, to appear itself, must not yet be
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But by self-danger, you should tread a course
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Pretty and full of view; yea, haply, near
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The residence of Posthumus; so nigh at least
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That though his actions were not visible, yet
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Report should render him hourly to your ear
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As truly as he moves.
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O, for such means!
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Though peril to my modesty, not death on't,
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I would adventure.
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Well, then, here's the point:
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You must forget to be a woman; change
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Command into obedience: fear and niceness--
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The handmaids of all women, or, more truly,
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Woman its pretty self--into a waggish courage:
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Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy and
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As quarrelous as the weasel; nay, you must
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Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,
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Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart!
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Alack, no remedy!--to the greedy touch
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Of common-kissing Titan, and forget
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Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein
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You made great Juno angry.
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Nay, be brief
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I see into thy end, and am almost
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A man already.
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First, make yourself but like one.
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Fore-thinking this, I have already fit--
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'Tis in my cloak-bag--doublet, hat, hose, all
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That answer to them: would you in their serving,
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And with what imitation you can borrow
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From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius
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Present yourself, desire his service, tell him
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wherein you're happy,--which you'll make him know,
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If that his head have ear in music,--doubtless
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With joy he will embrace you, for he's honourable
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And doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad,
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You have me, rich; and I will never fail
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Beginning nor supplyment.
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Thou art all the comfort
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The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away:
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There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even
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All that good time will give us: this attempt
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I am soldier to, and will abide it with
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A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.
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Well, madam, we must take a short farewell,
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Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of
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Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
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Here is a box; I had it from the queen:
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What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea,
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Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
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Will drive away distemper. To some shade,
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And fit you to your manhood. May the gods
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Direct you to the best!
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Amen: I thank thee.
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Exeunt, severally

SCENE V. A room in Cymbeline's palace.

Scene 5 of Act 3 of Cymbeline follows the character Imogen as she awakens to find herself in an unfamiliar location. She is disoriented and confused, but soon realizes that she has been drugged and that her husband, Posthumus, believes her to be unfaithful.

As Imogen tries to make sense of her situation, she is visited by a man who claims to be a doctor but is actually a member of the villainous Queen's court. The man tells Imogen that she must take a potion to cure her illness, but in reality, the potion will kill her.

Despite her fear and confusion, Imogen remains strong and defiant. She refuses to take the potion and instead manages to trick the false doctor into revealing his true identity. With this knowledge, she is able to piece together the truth about what has happened to her and begins to formulate a plan for escape.

Scene 5 of Act 3 of Cymbeline is a tense and dramatic moment in the play, as Imogen finds herself in a dangerous situation and must rely on her own wits and bravery to survive. The scene is a testament to the strength and resilience of the play's female characters, who are often underestimated and mistreated but ultimately prove themselves to be capable and resourceful.

Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, LUCIUS, Lords, and Attendants

Thus far; and so farewell.
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Thanks, royal sir.
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My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence;
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And am right sorry that I must report ye
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My master's enemy.
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Our subjects, sir,
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Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself
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To show less sovereignty than they, must needs
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Appear unkinglike.
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So, sir: I desire of you
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A conduct over-land to Milford-Haven.
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Madam, all joy befal your grace!
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And you!
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My lords, you are appointed for that office;
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The due of honour in no point omit.
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So farewell, noble Lucius.
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Your hand, my lord.
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Receive it friendly; but from this time forth
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I wear it as your enemy.
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Sir, the event
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Is yet to name the winner: fare you well.
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Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords,
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Till he have cross'd the Severn. Happiness!
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Exeunt LUCIUS and Lords

He goes hence frowning: but it honours us
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That we have given him cause.
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'Tis all the better;
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Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
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Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor
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How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely
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Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness:
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The powers that he already hath in Gallia
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Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves
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His war for Britain.
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'Tis not sleepy business;
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But must be look'd to speedily and strongly.
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Our expectation that it would be thus
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Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen,
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Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd
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Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd
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The duty of the day: she looks us like
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A thing more made of malice than of duty:
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We have noted it. Call her before us; for
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We have been too slight in sufferance.
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Exit an Attendant

Royal sir,
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Since the exile of Posthumus, most retired
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Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord,
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'Tis time must do. Beseech your majesty,
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Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady
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So tender of rebukes that words are strokes
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And strokes death to her.
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Re-enter Attendant

Where is she, sir? How
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Can her contempt be answer'd?
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Please you, sir,
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Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer
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That will be given to the loudest noise we make.
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My lord, when last I went to visit her,
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She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close,
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Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,
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She should that duty leave unpaid to you,
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Which daily she was bound to proffer: this
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She wish'd me to make known; but our great court
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Made me to blame in memory.
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Her doors lock'd?
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Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that which I fear
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Prove false!
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Son, I say, follow the king.
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That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant,
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have not seen these two days.
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Go, look after.
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Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!
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He hath a drug of mine; I pray his absence
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Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes
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It is a thing most precious. But for her,
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Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seized her,
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Or, wing'd with fervor of her love, she's flown
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To her desired Posthumus: gone she is
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To death or to dishonour; and my end
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Can make good use of either: she being down,
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I have the placing of the British crown.
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How now, my son!
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'Tis certain she is fled.
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Go in and cheer the king: he rages; none
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Dare come about him.
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(Aside) All the better: may
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This night forestall him of the coming day!
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I love and hate her: for she's fair and royal,
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And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
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Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one
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The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
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Outsells them all; I love her therefore: but
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Disdaining me and throwing favours on
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The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment
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That what's else rare is choked; and in that point
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I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
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To be revenged upon her. For when fools Shall--
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Who is here? What, are you packing, sirrah?
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Come hither: ah, you precious pander! Villain,
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Where is thy lady? In a word; or else
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Thou art straightway with the fiends.
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O, good my lord!
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Where is thy lady? Or, by Jupiter,--
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I will not ask again. Close villain,
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I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip
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Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus?
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From whose so many weights of baseness cannot
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A dram of worth be drawn.
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Alas, my lord,
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How can she be with him? When was she missed?
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He is in Rome.
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Where is she, sir? Come nearer;
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No further halting: satisfy me home
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What is become of her.
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O, my all-worthy lord!
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All-worthy villain!
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Discover where thy mistress is at once,
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At the next word: no more of 'worthy lord!'
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Speak, or thy silence on the instant is
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Thy condemnation and thy death.
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Then, sir,
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This paper is the history of my knowledge
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Touching her flight.
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Presenting a letter

Let's see't. I will pursue her
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Even to Augustus' throne.
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(Aside) Or this, or perish.
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She's far enough; and what he learns by this
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May prove his travel, not her danger.
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(Aside) I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen,
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Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again!
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Sirrah, is this letter true?
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Sir, as I think.
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It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou
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wouldst not be a villain, but do me true service,
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undergo those employments wherein I should have
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cause to use thee with a serious industry, that is,
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what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it
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directly and truly, I would think thee an honest
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man: thou shouldst neither want my means for thy
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relief nor my voice for thy preferment.
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Well, my good lord.
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Wilt thou serve me? for since patiently and
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constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of
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that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the
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course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of
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mine: wilt thou serve me?
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Sir, I will.
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Give me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast any of thy
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late master's garments in thy possession?
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I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he
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wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.
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The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit
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hither: let it be thy lint service; go.
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I shall, my lord.
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Meet thee at Milford-Haven!--I forgot to ask him one
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thing; I'll remember't anon:--even there, thou
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villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these
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garments were come. She said upon a time--the
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bitterness of it I now belch from my heart--that she
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held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect
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than my noble and natural person together with the
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adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my
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back, will I ravish her: first kill him, and in her
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eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then
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be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my
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speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and
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when my lust hath dined,--which, as I say, to vex
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her I will execute in the clothes that she so
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praised,--to the court I'll knock her back, foot
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her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly,
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and I'll be merry in my revenge.
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Be those the garments?
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Ay, my noble lord.
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How long is't since she went to Milford-Haven?
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She can scarce be there yet.
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Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second
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thing that I have commanded thee: the third is,
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that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be
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but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself
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to thee. My revenge is now at Milford: would I had
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wings to follow it! Come, and be true.
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Thou bid'st me to my loss: for true to thee
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Were to prove false, which I will never be,
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To him that is most true. To Milford go,
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And find not her whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow,
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You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed
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Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed!
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SCENE VI. Wales. Before the cave of Belarius.

Scene 6 of Act 3 of Cymbeline opens with Imogen, Cloten, and Pisanio arriving at a cave. Imogen is disguised as Fidele and Cloten plans to kill her. Pisanio is hesitant to leave Imogen alone with Cloten, but she insists that she will be safe.

As soon as Pisanio exits, Cloten insults Imogen and she responds by telling him that she is not afraid of death. Cloten then draws his sword and attacks her, but she is able to disarm him. She then takes his sword and threatens to kill him if he does not leave. Cloten, however, is not deterred and continues to insult her.

Imogen then strikes Cloten with his own sword, killing him. She is then overcome with grief and despair, realizing that she has killed her stepbrother. Pisanio returns and is shocked to see Cloten's body on the ground. Imogen tells him what happened and they decide to hide the body in the cave.

The scene ends with Imogen reciting a lament for Cloten, mourning the loss of her innocence and the tragic turn of events that have led to his death.

Enter IMOGEN, in boy's clothes

I see a man's life is a tedious one:
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I have tired myself, and for two nights together
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Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,
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But that my resolution helps me. Milford,
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When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,
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Thou wast within a ken: O Jove! I think
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Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean,
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Where they should be relieved. Two beggars told me
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I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie,
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That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis
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A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder,
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When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness
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Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood
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Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord!
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Thou art one o' the false ones. Now I think on thee,
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My hunger's gone; but even before, I was
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At point to sink for food. But what is this?
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Here is a path to't: 'tis some savage hold:
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I were best not to call; I dare not call:
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yet famine,
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Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant,
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Plenty and peace breeds cowards: hardness ever
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Of hardiness is mother. Ho! who's here?
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If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage,
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Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I'll enter.
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Best draw my sword: and if mine enemy
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But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.
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Such a foe, good heavens!
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Exit, to the cave


You, Polydote, have proved best woodman and
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Are master of the feast: Cadwal and I
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Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match:
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The sweat of industry would dry and die,
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But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs
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Will make what's homely savoury: weariness
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Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
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Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here,
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Poor house, that keep'st thyself!
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I am thoroughly weary.
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I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.
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There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browse on that,
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Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.
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(Looking into the cave)
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Stay; come not in.
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But that it eats our victuals, I should think
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Here were a fairy.
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What's the matter, sir?
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By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,
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An earthly paragon! Behold divineness
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No elder than a boy!
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Re-enter IMOGEN

Good masters, harm me not:
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Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought
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To have begg'd or bought what I have took:
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good troth,
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I have stol'n nought, nor would not, though I had found
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Gold strew'd i' the floor. Here's money for my meat:
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I would have left it on the board so soon
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As I had made my meal, and parted
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With prayers for the provider.
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Money, youth?
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All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!
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As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
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Who worship dirty gods.
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I see you're angry:
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Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
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Have died had I not made it.
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Whither bound?
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To Milford-Haven.
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What's your name?
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Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who
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Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;
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To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
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I am fall'n in this offence.
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Prithee, fair youth,
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Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds
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By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!
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'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer
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Ere you depart: and thanks to stay and eat it.
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Boys, bid him welcome.
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Were you a woman, youth,
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I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty,
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I bid for you as I'd buy.
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I'll make't my comfort
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He is a man; I'll love him as my brother:
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And such a welcome as I'd give to him
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After long absence, such is yours: most welcome!
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Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.
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'Mongst friends,
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If brothers.
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Would it had been so, that they
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Had been my father's sons! then had my prize
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Been less, and so more equal ballasting
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To thee, Posthumus.
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He wrings at some distress.
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Would I could free't!
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Or I, whate'er it be,
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What pain it cost, what danger. God's!
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Hark, boys.
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Great men,
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That had a court no bigger than this cave,
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That did attend themselves and had the virtue
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Which their own conscience seal'd them--laying by
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That nothing-gift of differing multitudes--
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Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
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I'd change my sex to be companion with them,
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Since Leonatus's false.
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It shall be so.
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Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in:
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Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd,
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We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
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So far as thou wilt speak it.
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Pray, draw near.
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The night to the owl and morn to the lark
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less welcome.
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Thanks, sir.
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I pray, draw near.
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SCENE VII. Rome. A public place.

Scene 7 of Act 3 of Cymbeline revolves around a heated conversation between the Queen and Pisanio. The Queen is furious with Pisanio for not following her orders to poison Imogen, the Queen's stepdaughter and wife of Posthumus. Pisanio insists that he cannot bring himself to harm Imogen, who is innocent and kind-hearted.

The Queen threatens Pisanio, telling him that she will have him executed if he does not carry out her orders. However, Pisanio remains resolute in his refusal to harm Imogen. He reveals that he has already sent her away with Posthumus' servant, hoping that she will be safe from the Queen's wrath.

The Queen is enraged by this news and orders Pisanio to be arrested and tortured for his disobedience. However, Pisanio manages to escape and flees the court, determined to protect Imogen at all costs.

The scene is full of tension and conflict, as the Queen's ruthless ambition clashes with Pisanio's loyalty to Imogen and his moral principles. It sets the stage for further drama and intrigue in the play, as the characters navigate their way through a web of deceit and betrayal.

Enter two Senators and Tribunes

First Senator
This is the tenor of the emperor's writ:
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That since the common men are now in action
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'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians,
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And that the legions now in Gallia are
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Full weak to undertake our wars against
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The fall'n-off Britons, that we do incite
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The gentry to this business. He creates
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Lucius preconsul: and to you the tribunes,
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For this immediate levy, he commends
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His absolute commission. Long live Caesar!
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First Tribune
Is Lucius general of the forces?
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Second Senator

First Tribune
Remaining now in Gallia?
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First Senator
With those legions
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Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
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Must be supplyant: the words of your commission
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Will tie you to the numbers and the time
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Of their dispatch.
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First Tribune
We will discharge our duty.
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Act IV

Act 4 of Cymbeline revolves around the resolution of several plotlines. Posthumus, who has been sentenced to death, is visited by his loyal servant, Pisanio. Posthumus reveals to Pisanio that he has had a change of heart and wishes to repent for his past behavior. Pisanio offers to help him escape and disguises him as a beggar.

Meanwhile, Imogen, who has been disguised as a boy and working for the Roman army, is reunited with her brothers, who had been presumed dead. Together, they plan to rescue their father, King Cymbeline, from the clutches of the evil Queen and her advisor, who have been manipulating him for their own gain.

As part of their plan, Imogen disguises herself as the Queen's page and gains access to her chamber, where she discovers evidence of the Queen's treachery. The Queen and her advisor are subsequently exposed and Cymbeline is freed from their influence.

Pisanio delivers a letter to Imogen from Posthumus, explaining his plan to repent and asking for her forgiveness. Imogen is overjoyed and the two are reunited. However, their happiness is short-lived as Posthumus is captured and brought before Cymbeline. Imogen pleads with her father for Posthumus's life and he is ultimately pardoned.

The act ends with the characters reflecting on the events that have transpired and looking forward to a brighter future.

SCENE I. Wales: near the cave of Belarius.

The scene begins with two gentlemen discussing the recent events in the kingdom. They talk about the disappearance of the King's two sons and how Imogen, the Queen's daughter, has run away from the court. One of the gentlemen suggests that Imogen might have gone to see her husband, Posthumus, who has been banished from the kingdom. The other gentleman dismisses this idea, saying that Posthumus is probably dead by now.

Just then, the Queen enters with her attendants. She is furious about Imogen's disappearance and demands that the gentlemen find her immediately. She also orders them to track down Posthumus and bring him back to the court. The gentlemen agree to do as she says and leave the stage.

Once they are gone, the Queen reveals her true intentions. She is actually plotting against Imogen and wants her dead. She has hired a man named Pisanio to carry out the deed. Pisanio enters the stage and the Queen tells him to give Imogen a potion that will kill her. Pisanio hesitates, saying that he is loyal to Imogen and cannot carry out such a wicked act. The Queen threatens him and tells him that if he does not do as she says, she will have him killed.

Pisanio reluctantly agrees to the Queen's demands and leaves the stage. The Queen then reveals her plan to her attendants. She wants to frame Imogen for adultery by planting evidence that she has been unfaithful to her husband. This will not only ruin Imogen's reputation but also give the Queen an excuse to have her executed.

The scene ends with the Queen and her attendants leaving the stage, still plotting their evil schemes.


I am near to the place where they should meet, if
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Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments
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serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by
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him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the
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rather--saving reverence of the word--for 'tis said
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a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must
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play the workman. I dare speak it to myself--for it
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is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer
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in his own chamber--I mean, the lines of my body are
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as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong,
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not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the
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advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike
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conversant in general services, and more remarkable
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in single oppositions: yet this imperceiverant
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thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is!
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Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy
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shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy
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mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before
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thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her
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father; who may haply be a little angry for my so
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rough usage; but my mother, having power of his
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testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My
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horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore
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purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is
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the very description of their meeting-place; and
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the fellow dares not deceive me.
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SCENE II. Before the cave of Belarius.

In Scene 2 of Act 4, a character named Imogen wakes up in a strange room and realizes that she is wearing men's clothing. She quickly discovers that she has been tricked by her jealous husband, who believes that she has been unfaithful. Imogen is horrified by her husband's accusations and decides to flee to a nearby forest.

As she makes her way through the forest, Imogen encounters a group of men who are traveling to the court of the king. She decides to join them in the hope of finding safety and protection. However, she soon realizes that the men are actually a group of outlaws who have been banished from the court.

Despite their criminal background, Imogen is drawn to the outlaws and begins to form a bond with their leader, a man named Posthumus. As they travel together, Imogen learns more about Posthumus and begins to believe that he is a good and honorable man.

However, their journey is interrupted when they are attacked by a group of soldiers who are searching for Imogen. Posthumus and the outlaws fight off the soldiers, but Imogen is captured and taken back to the court.

When she arrives at the court, Imogen is put on trial for her supposed infidelity. Despite her protests of innocence, she is found guilty and sentenced to death. However, in a dramatic twist, it is revealed that her husband's accusations were false and that she was faithful to him all along.

The play ends with Imogen and her husband reconciling and the outlaws being pardoned for their crimes.


(To IMOGEN) You are not well: remain here in the cave;
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We'll come to you after hunting.
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(To IMOGEN) Brother, stay here
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Are we not brothers?
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So man and man should be;
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But clay and clay differs in dignity,
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Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
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Go you to hunting; I'll abide with him.
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So sick I am not, yet I am not well;
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But not so citizen a wanton as
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To seem to die ere sick: so please you, leave me;
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Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom
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Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
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Cannot amend me; society is no comfort
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To one not sociable: I am not very sick,
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Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here:
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I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,
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Stealing so poorly.
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I love thee; I have spoke it
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How much the quantity, the weight as much,
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As I do love my father.
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What! how! how!
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If it be sin to say so, I yoke me
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In my good brother's fault: I know not why
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I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
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Love's reason's without reason: the bier at door,
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And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say
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'My father, not this youth.'
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(Aside) O noble strain!
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O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!
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Cowards father cowards and base things sire base:
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Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.
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I'm not their father; yet who this should be,
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Doth miracle itself, loved before me.
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'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.
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Brother, farewell.
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I wish ye sport.
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You health. So please you, sir.
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(Aside) These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies
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I have heard!
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Our courtiers say all's savage but at court:
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Experience, O, thou disprovest report!
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The imperious seas breed monsters, for the dish
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Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.
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I am sick still; heart-sick. Pisanio,
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I'll now taste of thy drug.
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Swallows some

I could not stir him:
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He said he was gentle, but unfortunate;
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Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.
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Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter
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I might know more.
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To the field, to the field!
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We'll leave you for this time: go in and rest.
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We'll not be long away.
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Pray, be not sick,
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For you must be our housewife.
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Well or ill,
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I am bound to you.
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And shalt be ever.
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This youth, how'er distress'd, appears he hath had
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Good ancestors.
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How angel-like he sings!
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But his neat cookery! he cut our roots
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In characters,
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And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick
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And he her dieter.
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Nobly he yokes
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A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
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Was that it was, for not being such a smile;
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The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly
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From so divine a temple, to commix
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With winds that sailors rail at.
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I do note
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That grief and patience, rooted in him both,
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Mingle their spurs together.
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Grow, patience!
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And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
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His perishing root with the increasing vine!
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It is great morning. Come, away!--
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Who's there?
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I cannot find those runagates; that villain
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Hath mock'd me. I am faint.
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'Those runagates!'
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Means he not us? I partly know him: 'tis
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Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush.
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I saw him not these many years, and yet
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I know 'tis he. We are held as outlaws: hence!
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He is but one: you and my brother search
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What companies are near: pray you, away;
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Let me alone with him.
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Soft! What are you
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That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers?
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I have heard of such. What slave art thou?
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A thing
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More slavish did I ne'er than answering
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A slave without a knock.
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Thou art a robber,
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A law-breaker, a villain: yield thee, thief.
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To who? to thee? What art thou? Have not I
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An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
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Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not
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My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art,
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Why I should yield to thee?
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Thou villain base,
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Know'st me not by my clothes?
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No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
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Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,
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Which, as it seems, make thee.
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Thou precious varlet,
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My tailor made them not.
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Hence, then, and thank
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The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool;
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I am loath to beat thee.
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Thou injurious thief,
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Hear but my name, and tremble.
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What's thy name?
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Cloten, thou villain.
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Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name,
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I cannot tremble at it: were it Toad, or
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Adder, Spider,
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'Twould move me sooner.
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To thy further fear,
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Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know
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I am son to the queen.
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I am sorry for 't; not seeming
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So worthy as thy birth.
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Art not afeard?
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Those that I reverence those I fear, the wise:
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At fools I laugh, not fear them.
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Die the death:
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When I have slain thee with my proper hand,
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I'll follow those that even now fled hence,
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And on the gates of Lud's-town set your heads:
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Yield, rustic mountaineer.
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Exeunt, fighting


No companies abroad?
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None in the world: you did mistake him, sure.
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I cannot tell: long is it since I saw him,
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But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour
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Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,
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And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute
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'Twas very Cloten.
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In this place we left them:
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I wish my brother make good time with him,
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You say he is so fell.
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Being scarce made up,
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I mean, to man, he had not apprehension
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Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment
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Is oft the cause of fear. But, see, thy brother.
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Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with CLOTEN'S head

This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse;
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There was no money in't: not Hercules
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Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none:
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Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
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My head as I do his.
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What hast thou done?
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I am perfect what: cut off one Cloten's head,
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Son to the queen, after his own report;
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Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and swore
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With his own single hand he'ld take us in
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Displace our heads where--thank the gods!--they grow,
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And set them on Lud's-town.
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We are all undone.
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Why, worthy father, what have we to lose,
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But that he swore to take, our lives? The law
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Protects not us: then why should we be tender
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To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us,
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Play judge and executioner all himself,
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For we do fear the law? What company
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Discover you abroad?
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No single soul
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Can we set eye on; but in all safe reason
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He must have some attendants. Though his humour
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Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that
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From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not
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Absolute madness could so far have raved
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To bring him here alone; although perhaps
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It may be heard at court that such as we
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Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time
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May make some stronger head; the which he hearing--
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As it is like him--might break out, and swear
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He'ld fetch us in; yet is't not probable
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To come alone, either he so undertaking,
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Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear,
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If we do fear this body hath a tail
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More perilous than the head.
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Let ordinance
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Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er,
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My brother hath done well.
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I had no mind
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To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness
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Did make my way long forth.
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With his own sword,
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Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en
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His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek
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Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,
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And tell the fishes he's the queen's son, Cloten:
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That's all I reck.
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I fear 'twill be revenged:
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Would, Polydote, thou hadst not done't! though valour
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Becomes thee well enough.
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Would I had done't
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So the revenge alone pursued me! Polydore,
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I love thee brotherly, but envy much
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Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would revenges,
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That possible strength might meet, would seek us through
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And put us to our answer.
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Well, 'tis done:
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We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
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Where there's no profit. I prithee, to our rock;
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You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay
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Till hasty Polydote return, and bring him
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To dinner presently.
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Poor sick Fidele!
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I'll weringly to him: to gain his colour
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I'ld let a parish of such Clotens' blood,
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And praise myself for charity.
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O thou goddess,
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Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st
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In these two princely boys! They are as gentle
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As zephyrs blowing below the violet,
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Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough,
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Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind,
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That by the top doth take the mountain pine,
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And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonder
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That an invisible instinct should frame them
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To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught,
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Civility not seen from other, valour
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That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop
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As if it had been sow'd. Yet still it's strange
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What Cloten's being here to us portends,
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Or what his death will bring us.
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Where's my brother?
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I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream,
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In embassy to his mother: his body's hostage
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For his return.
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Solemn music

My ingenious instrument!
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Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion
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Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark!
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Is he at home?
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He went hence even now.
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What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother
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it did not speak before. All solemn things
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Should answer solemn accidents. The matter?
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Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
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Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
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Is Cadwal mad?
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Look, here he comes,
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And brings the dire occasion in his arms
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Of what we blame him for.
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Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, with IMOGEN, as dead, bearing her in his arms

The bird is dead
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That we have made so much on. I had rather
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Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty,
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To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch,
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Than have seen this.
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O sweetest, fairest lily!
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My brother wears thee not the one half so well
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As when thou grew'st thyself.
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O melancholy!
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Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find
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The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare
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Might easiliest harbour in? Thou blessed thing!
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Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I,
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Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy.
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How found you him?
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Stark, as you see:
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Thus smiling, as some fly hid tickled slumber,
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Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at; his
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right cheek
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Reposing on a cushion.
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O' the floor;
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His arms thus leagued: I thought he slept, and put
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My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness
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Answer'd my steps too loud.
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Why, he but sleeps:
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If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;
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With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,
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And worms will not come to thee.
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With fairest flowers
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Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele,
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I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack
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The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor
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The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor
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The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
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Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would,
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With charitable bill,--O bill, sore-shaming
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Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie
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Without a monument!--bring thee all this;
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Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none,
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To winter-ground thy corse.
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Prithee, have done;
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And do not play in wench-like words with that
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Which is so serious. Let us bury him,
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And not protract with admiration what
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Is now due debt. To the grave!
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Say, where shall's lay him?
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By good Euriphile, our mother.
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Be't so:
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And let us, Polydore, though now our voices
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Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground,
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As once our mother; use like note and words,
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Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.
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I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee;
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For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse
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Than priests and fanes that lie.
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We'll speak it, then.
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Great griefs, I see, medicine the less; for Cloten
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Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys;
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And though he came our enemy, remember
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He was paid for that: though mean and
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mighty, rotting
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Together, have one dust, yet reverence,
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That angel of the world, doth make distinction
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Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely
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And though you took his life, as being our foe,
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Yet bury him as a prince.
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Pray You, fetch him hither.
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Thersites' body is as good as Ajax',
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When neither are alive.
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If you'll go fetch him,
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We'll say our song the whilst. Brother, begin.
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Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east;
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My father hath a reason for't.
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'Tis true.
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Come on then, and remove him.
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So. Begin.
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Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
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Nor the furious winter's rages;
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Thou thy worldly task hast done,
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Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:
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Golden lads and girls all must,
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As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
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Fear no more the frown o' the great;
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Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
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Care no more to clothe and eat;
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To thee the reed is as the oak:
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The sceptre, learning, physic, must
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All follow this, and come to dust.
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Fear no more the lightning flash,
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Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
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Fear not slander, censure rash;
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Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
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All lovers young, all lovers must
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Consign to thee, and come to dust.
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No exorciser harm thee!
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Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
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Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
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Nothing ill come near thee!
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Quiet consummation have;
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And renowned be thy grave!
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Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of CLOTEN

We have done our obsequies: come, lay him down.
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Here's a few flowers; but 'bout midnight, more:
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The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the night
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Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces.
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You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so
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These herblets shall, which we upon you strew.
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Come on, away: apart upon our knees.
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The ground that gave them first has them again:
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Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.
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(Awaking) Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is
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the way?--
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I thank you.--By yond bush?--Pray, how far thither?
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'Ods pittikins! can it be six mile yet?--
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I have gone all night. 'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.
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But, soft! no bedfellow!--O gods and goddesses!
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These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;
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This bloody man, the care on't. I hope I dream;
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For so I thought I was a cave-keeper,
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And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so;
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'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
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Which the brain makes of fumes: our very eyes
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Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,
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I tremble stiff with fear: but if there be
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Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity
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As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!
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The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is
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Without me, as within me; not imagined, felt.
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A headless man! The garments of Posthumus!
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I know the shape of's leg: this is his hand;
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His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh;
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The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face
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Murder in heaven?--How!--'Tis gone. Pisanio,
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All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
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And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,
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Conspired with that irregulous devil, Cloten,
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Hast here cut off my lord. To write and read
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Be henceforth treacherous! Damn'd Pisanio
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Hath with his forged letters,--damn'd Pisanio--
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From this most bravest vessel of the world
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Struck the main-top! O Posthumus! alas,
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Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me!
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where's that?
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Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart,
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And left this head on. How should this be? Pisanio?
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'Tis he and Cloten: malice and lucre in them
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Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, pregnant!
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The drug he gave me, which he said was precious
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And cordial to me, have I not found it
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Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home:
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This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!
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Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
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That we the horrider may seem to those
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Which chance to find us: O, my lord, my lord!
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Falls on the body

Enter LUCIUS, a Captain and other Officers, and a Soothsayer

To them the legions garrison'd in Gailia,
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After your will, have cross'd the sea, attending
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You here at Milford-Haven with your ships:
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They are in readiness.
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But what from Rome?
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The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners
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And gentlemen of Italy, most willing spirits,
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That promise noble service: and they come
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Under the conduct of bold Iachimo,
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Syenna's brother.
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When expect you them?
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With the next benefit o' the wind.
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This forwardness
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Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers
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Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't. Now, sir,
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What have you dream'd of late of this war's purpose?
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Last night the very gods show'd me a vision--
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I fast and pray'd for their intelligence--thus:
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I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd
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From the spongy south to this part of the west,
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There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends--
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Unless my sins abuse my divination--
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Success to the Roman host.
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Dream often so,
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And never false. Soft, ho! what trunk is here
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Without his top? The ruin speaks that sometime
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It was a worthy building. How! a page!
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Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead rather;
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For nature doth abhor to make his bed
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With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.
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Let's see the boy's face.
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He's alive, my lord.
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He'll then instruct us of this body. Young one,
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Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems
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They crave to be demanded. Who is this
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Thou makest thy bloody pillow? Or who was he
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That, otherwise than noble nature did,
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Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest
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In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it?
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What art thou?
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I am nothing: or if not,
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Nothing to be were better. This was my master,
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A very valiant Briton and a good,
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That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas!
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There is no more such masters: I may wander
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From east to occident, cry out for service,
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Try many, all good, serve truly, never
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Find such another master.
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'Lack, good youth!
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Thou movest no less with thy complaining than
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Thy master in bleeding: say his name, good friend.
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Richard du Champ.
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If I do lie and do
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No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope
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They'll pardon it.--Say you, sir?
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Thy name?
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Fidele, sir.
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Thou dost approve thyself the very same:
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Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name.
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Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say
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Thou shalt be so well master'd, but, be sure,
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No less beloved. The Roman emperor's letters,
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Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner
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Than thine own worth prefer thee: go with me.
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I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods,
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I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep
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As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when
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With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' strew'd his grave,
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And on it said a century of prayers,
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Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh;
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And leaving so his service, follow you,
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So please you entertain me.
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Ay, good youth!
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And rather father thee than master thee.
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My friends,
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The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us
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Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can,
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And make him with our pikes and partisans
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A grave: come, arm him. Boy, he is preferr'd
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By thee to us, and he shall be interr'd
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As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes
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Some falls are means the happier to arise.
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SCENE III. A room in Cymbeline's palace.

Scene 3 of Act 4 begins with a conversation between the Queen and Pisanio. The Queen is furious with Pisanio for not killing Imogen as instructed. Pisanio defends himself by saying that he couldn't bring himself to do it and that he believes Imogen is innocent. The Queen is not convinced and orders Pisanio to leave.

After Pisanio exits, the Queen speaks to Cloten and orders him to go after Imogen, kill her, and bring back her head as proof. Cloten eagerly agrees and exits.

Next, Imogen appears on stage, disguised as a man. She is lost in the woods and comes across Belarius and her two brothers, who are also in hiding. They offer to help Imogen and she accepts their offer. As they are walking, they come across Cloten, who is looking for Imogen. Cloten insults the disguised Imogen and they engage in a sword fight. Imogen, who is much more skilled than Cloten, kills him and cuts off his head.

After the fight, the disguised Imogen is upset and worried about what will happen next. Belarius and her brothers comfort her and they all leave together.

The scene ends with the Queen discovering Cloten's body and lamenting his death.

Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, PISANIO, and Attendants

Again; and bring me word how 'tis with her.
Link: 4.3.1
A fever with the absence of her son,
Link: 4.3.2
A madness, of which her life's in danger. Heavens,
Link: 4.3.3
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
Link: 4.3.4
The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen
Link: 4.3.5
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time
Link: 4.3.6
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
Link: 4.3.7
So needful for this present: it strikes me, past
Link: 4.3.8
The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,
Link: 4.3.9
Who needs must know of her departure and
Link: 4.3.10
Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
Link: 4.3.11
By a sharp torture.
Link: 4.3.12

Sir, my life is yours;
Link: 4.3.13
I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress,
Link: 4.3.14
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Link: 4.3.15
Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness,
Link: 4.3.16
Hold me your loyal servant.
Link: 4.3.17

First Lord
Good my liege,
Link: 4.3.18
The day that she was missing he was here:
Link: 4.3.19
I dare be bound he's true and shall perform
Link: 4.3.20
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
Link: 4.3.21
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
Link: 4.3.22
And will, no doubt, be found.
Link: 4.3.23

The time is troublesome.
Link: 4.3.24
We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy
Link: 4.3.25
Does yet depend.
Link: 4.3.26

First Lord
So please your majesty,
Link: 4.3.27
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Link: 4.3.28
Are landed on your coast, with a supply
Link: 4.3.29
Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.
Link: 4.3.30

Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
Link: 4.3.31
I am amazed with matter.
Link: 4.3.32

First Lord
Good my liege,
Link: 4.3.33
Your preparation can affront no less
Link: 4.3.34
Than what you hear of: come more, for more
Link: 4.3.35
you're ready:
Link: 4.3.36
The want is but to put those powers in motion
Link: 4.3.37
That long to move.
Link: 4.3.38

I thank you. Let's withdraw;
Link: 4.3.39
And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not
Link: 4.3.40
What can from Italy annoy us; but
Link: 4.3.41
We grieve at chances here. Away!
Link: 4.3.42

Exeunt all but PISANIO

I heard no letter from my master since
Link: 4.3.43
I wrote him Imogen was slain: 'tis strange:
Link: 4.3.44
Nor hear I from my mistress who did promise
Link: 4.3.45
To yield me often tidings: neither know I
Link: 4.3.46
What is betid to Cloten; but remain
Link: 4.3.47
Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work.
Link: 4.3.48
Wherein I am false I am honest; not true, to be true.
Link: 4.3.49
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Link: 4.3.50
Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them.
Link: 4.3.51
All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd:
Link: 4.3.52
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.
Link: 4.3.53


SCENE IV. Wales: before the cave of Belarius.

In Scene 4 of Act 4, the Queen, disguised as a doctor, visits Imogen, who is still disguised as Fidele. The Queen gives Imogen a potion that she claims will cure her illness but is actually meant to kill her. Imogen, unaware of the Queen's true intentions, drinks the potion and falls into a deep sleep that resembles death.

The Queen then sends for her two sons, Cloten and the illegitimate son she had with Cymbeline, and orders them to find the body of Fidele and bring it back to the palace. Cloten, who is in love with Imogen, is eager to carry out his mother's orders and hopes to win Imogen's affection when he returns her body to the Queen.

Meanwhile, Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus discover Cloten searching for Fidele's body. Cloten insults them and attempts to fight them, but they overpower him and behead him. They then take Fidele's body to a nearby cave and place it alongside Cloten's headless corpse.

When Imogen awakens from her sleep, she is horrified to find Cloten's headless body beside her and believes that Posthumus, who she thinks is dead, has been murdered. She decides to take her own life and consumes a potion that she believes will kill her. However, the potion is actually a restorative and she is revived shortly after, finding herself in the care of Lucius, who has arrived with an army to fight against Cymbeline.

Overall, Scene 4 of Act 4 is a dramatic and pivotal moment in the play, as it sets up the tragic events that will unfold in the final act.


The noise is round about us.
Link: 4.4.1

Let us from it.
Link: 4.4.2

What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it
Link: 4.4.3
From action and adventure?
Link: 4.4.4

Nay, what hope
Link: 4.4.5
Have we in hiding us? This way, the Romans
Link: 4.4.6
Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us
Link: 4.4.7
For barbarous and unnatural revolts
Link: 4.4.8
During their use, and slay us after.
Link: 4.4.9

We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us.
Link: 4.4.11
To the king's party there's no going: newness
Link: 4.4.12
Of Cloten's death--we being not known, not muster'd
Link: 4.4.13
Among the bands--may drive us to a render
Link: 4.4.14
Where we have lived, and so extort from's that
Link: 4.4.15
Which we have done, whose answer would be death
Link: 4.4.16
Drawn on with torture.
Link: 4.4.17

This is, sir, a doubt
Link: 4.4.18
In such a time nothing becoming you,
Link: 4.4.19
Nor satisfying us.
Link: 4.4.20

It is not likely
Link: 4.4.21
That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,
Link: 4.4.22
Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes
Link: 4.4.23
And ears so cloy'd importantly as now,
Link: 4.4.24
That they will waste their time upon our note,
Link: 4.4.25
To know from whence we are.
Link: 4.4.26

O, I am known
Link: 4.4.27
Of many in the army: many years,
Link: 4.4.28
Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him
Link: 4.4.29
From my remembrance. And, besides, the king
Link: 4.4.30
Hath not deserved my service nor your loves;
Link: 4.4.31
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
Link: 4.4.32
The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless
Link: 4.4.33
To have the courtesy your cradle promised,
Link: 4.4.34
But to be still hot summer's tamings and
Link: 4.4.35
The shrinking slaves of winter.
Link: 4.4.36

Than be so
Link: 4.4.37
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:
Link: 4.4.38
I and my brother are not known; yourself
Link: 4.4.39
So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,
Link: 4.4.40
Cannot be question'd.
Link: 4.4.41

By this sun that shines,
Link: 4.4.42
I'll thither: what thing is it that I never
Link: 4.4.43
Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood,
Link: 4.4.44
But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison!
Link: 4.4.45
Never bestrid a horse, save one that had
Link: 4.4.46
A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel
Link: 4.4.47
Nor iron on his heel! I am ashamed
Link: 4.4.48
To look upon the holy sun, to have
Link: 4.4.49
The benefit of his blest beams, remaining
Link: 4.4.50
So long a poor unknown.
Link: 4.4.51

By heavens, I'll go:
Link: 4.4.52
If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,
Link: 4.4.53
I'll take the better care, but if you will not,
Link: 4.4.54
The hazard therefore due fall on me by
Link: 4.4.55
The hands of Romans!
Link: 4.4.56

So say I amen.
Link: 4.4.57

No reason I, since of your lives you set
Link: 4.4.58
So slight a valuation, should reserve
Link: 4.4.59
My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys!
Link: 4.4.60
If in your country wars you chance to die,
Link: 4.4.61
That is my bed too, lads, an there I'll lie:
Link: 4.4.62
Lead, lead.
Link: 4.4.63
The time seems long; their blood
Link: 4.4.64
thinks scorn,
Link: 4.4.65
Till it fly out and show them princes born.
Link: 4.4.66


Act V

Act 5 of Cymbeline begins with the arrival of the Roman army led by Lucius. They are met by the British army led by Posthumus, who has been pardoned by Cymbeline and restored to his position as a nobleman. Posthumus tells Lucius that Cymbeline is willing to make peace and offers to fight a duel with any Roman who wishes to challenge him.

Meanwhile, Imogen is still disguised as Fidele and has arrived at the cave where Belarius and her brothers live. She finds them mourning for her supposed death and reveals her true identity. They are overjoyed to see her alive and well. Just then, the Roman soldier Iachimo arrives, seeking forgiveness from Posthumus for his past misdeeds. He reveals that he has seen Posthumus' ring in Rome and that Imogen is still alive. Posthumus is overjoyed and decides to join the British army to fight against the Romans.

The armies meet on the battlefield and Posthumus challenges Iachimo to a duel. Iachimo is defeated and begs for mercy. Posthumus forgives him and they reconcile. Just then, Cymbeline arrives and announces that he has made peace with the Romans. He also reveals that Imogen is his daughter and that she has been found alive. Imogen reunites with her father and brothers, and Posthumus is pardoned for his past actions.

The play ends with the characters reflecting on the power of forgiveness and reconciliation. They decide to live in peace and harmony, and to put their past grievances behind them.

SCENE I. Britain. The Roman camp.

Scene 1 of Act 5 takes place in a room in the palace where the characters are preparing for battle. The Queen, disguised as Fidele, enters the room and is greeted by Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. She tells them that she has come to fight alongside them and prove her loyalty to the cause. Belarius is suspicious of her, but Guiderius and Arviragus welcome her and offer her a sword. The Queen then reveals her true identity and asks for forgiveness for her past deeds. Belarius is still skeptical, but the brothers forgive her and accept her into their group.

The conversation then turns to Imogen, who has been missing for some time. Guiderius and Arviragus express their concern for her safety, but the Queen assures them that Imogen is safe and will soon be reunited with them. She then reveals that Imogen is actually Fidele, the person she has been impersonating. The brothers are shocked and overjoyed to learn that their sister is alive.

Just then, a messenger arrives with news of the impending battle. The group prepares for the fight, with Belarius warning them to be cautious and stay together. As they exit the room, the Queen stays behind and expresses her regret for her past actions. She prays for forgiveness and hopes for a better future for everyone involved.

Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody handkerchief

Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd
Link: 5.1.1
Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones,
Link: 5.1.2
If each of you should take this course, how many
Link: 5.1.3
Must murder wives much better than themselves
Link: 5.1.4
For wrying but a little! O Pisanio!
Link: 5.1.5
Every good servant does not all commands:
Link: 5.1.6
No bond but to do just ones. Gods! if you
Link: 5.1.7
Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never
Link: 5.1.8
Had lived to put on this: so had you saved
Link: 5.1.9
The noble Imogen to repent, and struck
Link: 5.1.10
Me, wretch more worth your vengeance. But, alack,
Link: 5.1.11
You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love,
Link: 5.1.12
To have them fall no more: you some permit
Link: 5.1.13
To second ills with ills, each elder worse,
Link: 5.1.14
And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift.
Link: 5.1.15
But Imogen is your own: do your best wills,
Link: 5.1.16
And make me blest to obey! I am brought hither
Link: 5.1.17
Among the Italian gentry, and to fight
Link: 5.1.18
Against my lady's kingdom: 'tis enough
Link: 5.1.19
That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace!
Link: 5.1.20
I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens,
Link: 5.1.21
Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me
Link: 5.1.22
Of these Italian weeds and suit myself
Link: 5.1.23
As does a Briton peasant: so I'll fight
Link: 5.1.24
Against the part I come with; so I'll die
Link: 5.1.25
For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life
Link: 5.1.26
Is every breath a death; and thus, unknown,
Link: 5.1.27
Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril
Link: 5.1.28
Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know
Link: 5.1.29
More valour in me than my habits show.
Link: 5.1.30
Gods, put the strength o' the Leonati in me!
Link: 5.1.31
To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin
Link: 5.1.32
The fashion, less without and more within.
Link: 5.1.33


SCENE II. Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.

Scene 2 of Act 5 of Cymbeline features a conversation between two characters, Posthumus Leonatus and his servant, who are in the midst of a battle. Posthumus is distraught over the recent death of his wife, Imogen, and is determined to continue fighting until he too is killed. His servant tries to convince him to surrender and accept his fate, but Posthumus refuses.

As they continue to talk, a group of soldiers approaches and Posthumus prepares to fight them. However, he is surprised to see that one of the soldiers is actually Imogen in disguise. She explains that she has been searching for him and that she is still alive. Posthumus is overjoyed at the news and the two embrace.

Imogen then reveals that she has a plan to end the conflict and bring peace to their kingdom. She suggests that they reveal the treachery of their enemies and offer a truce. Posthumus agrees to the plan and they set off to put it into action.

The scene ends with the two characters walking off together, united in their mission to bring about peace and justice in their troubled land.

Enter, from one side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman Army: from the other side, the British Army; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS following, like a poor soldier. They march over and go out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS LEONATUS he vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him

The heaviness and guilt within my bosom
Link: 5.2.1
Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady,
Link: 5.2.2
The princess of this country, and the air on't
Link: 5.2.3
Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,
Link: 5.2.4
A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me
Link: 5.2.5
In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne
Link: 5.2.6
As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.
Link: 5.2.7
If that thy gentry, Britain, go before
Link: 5.2.8
This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds
Link: 5.2.9
Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.
Link: 5.2.10


The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is taken: then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS

Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground;
Link: 5.2.11
The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but
Link: 5.2.12
The villany of our fears.
Link: 5.2.13

Stand, stand, and fight!
Link: 5.2.14

Re-enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and seconds the Britons: they rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then re-enter LUCIUS, and IACHIMO, with IMOGEN

Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself;
Link: 5.2.15
For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such
Link: 5.2.16
As war were hoodwink'd.
Link: 5.2.17

'Tis their fresh supplies.
Link: 5.2.18

It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes
Link: 5.2.19
Let's reinforce, or fly.
Link: 5.2.20


SCENE III. Another part of the field.

Scene 3 of Act 5 of Cymbeline takes place in the forest. The characters involved are Posthumus, who has been sentenced to death, and Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Posthumus is mourning the loss of his wife, Imogen, who he believes is dead. Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus come across him and are initially wary of him, but Posthumus explains his situation and they begin to sympathize with him.

Belarius reveals to Posthumus that Imogen is actually alive and has been living with him and his "sons" (Guiderius and Arviragus) in the forest. He tells Posthumus that Imogen is dressed as a boy and goes by the name Fidele. Posthumus is overjoyed at the news and asks to see her. Belarius agrees to take him to her.

When they arrive at Belarius's dwelling, Imogen is initially frightened to see Posthumus. However, he convinces her of his love and they are happily reunited. Posthumus is overjoyed to see that Imogen is alive and they profess their love for each other once again.

The scene ends with Belarius revealing his true identity to Guiderius and Arviragus, who were unaware of his past as a nobleman. He urges them to return to their rightful place in society, but they are hesitant to leave their peaceful life in the forest.

Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and a British Lord

Camest thou from where they made the stand?
Link: 5.3.1

I did.
Link: 5.3.2
Though you, it seems, come from the fliers.
Link: 5.3.3

I did.
Link: 5.3.4

No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost,
Link: 5.3.5
But that the heavens fought: the king himself
Link: 5.3.6
Of his wings destitute, the army broken,
Link: 5.3.7
And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying
Link: 5.3.8
Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted,
Link: 5.3.9
Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work
Link: 5.3.10
More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down
Link: 5.3.11
Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling
Link: 5.3.12
Merely through fear; that the straight pass was damm'd
Link: 5.3.13
With dead men hurt behind, and cowards living
Link: 5.3.14
To die with lengthen'd shame.
Link: 5.3.15

Where was this lane?
Link: 5.3.16

Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf;
Link: 5.3.17
Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,
Link: 5.3.18
An honest one, I warrant; who deserved
Link: 5.3.19
So long a breeding as his white beard came to,
Link: 5.3.20
In doing this for's country: athwart the lane,
Link: 5.3.21
He, with two striplings-lads more like to run
Link: 5.3.22
The country base than to commit such slaughter
Link: 5.3.23
With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer
Link: 5.3.24
Than those for preservation cased, or shame--
Link: 5.3.25
Made good the passage; cried to those that fled,
Link: 5.3.26
'Our Britain s harts die flying, not our men:
Link: 5.3.27
To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. Stand;
Link: 5.3.28
Or we are Romans and will give you that
Link: 5.3.29
Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save,
Link: 5.3.30
But to look back in frown: stand, stand.'
Link: 5.3.31
These three,
Link: 5.3.32
Three thousand confident, in act as many--
Link: 5.3.33
For three performers are the file when all
Link: 5.3.34
The rest do nothing--with this word 'Stand, stand,'
Link: 5.3.35
Accommodated by the place, more charming
Link: 5.3.36
With their own nobleness, which could have turn'd
Link: 5.3.37
A distaff to a lance, gilded pale looks,
Link: 5.3.38
Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some,
Link: 5.3.39
turn'd coward
Link: 5.3.40
But by example--O, a sin in war,
Link: 5.3.41
Damn'd in the first beginners!--gan to look
Link: 5.3.42
The way that they did, and to grin like lions
Link: 5.3.43
Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began
Link: 5.3.44
A stop i' the chaser, a retire, anon
Link: 5.3.45
A rout, confusion thick; forthwith they fly
Link: 5.3.46
Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves,
Link: 5.3.47
The strides they victors made: and now our cowards,
Link: 5.3.48
Like fragments in hard voyages, became
Link: 5.3.49
The life o' the need: having found the backdoor open
Link: 5.3.50
Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they wound!
Link: 5.3.51
Some slain before; some dying; some their friends
Link: 5.3.52
O'er borne i' the former wave: ten, chased by one,
Link: 5.3.53
Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty:
Link: 5.3.54
Those that would die or ere resist are grown
Link: 5.3.55
The mortal bugs o' the field.
Link: 5.3.56

This was strange chance
Link: 5.3.57
A narrow lane, an old man, and two boys.
Link: 5.3.58

Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made
Link: 5.3.59
Rather to wonder at the things you hear
Link: 5.3.60
Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't,
Link: 5.3.61
And vent it for a mockery? Here is one:
Link: 5.3.62
'Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane,
Link: 5.3.63
Preserved the Britons, was the Romans' bane.'
Link: 5.3.64

Nay, be not angry, sir.
Link: 5.3.65

'Lack, to what end?
Link: 5.3.66
Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend;
Link: 5.3.67
For if he'll do as he is made to do,
Link: 5.3.68
I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too.
Link: 5.3.69
You have put me into rhyme.
Link: 5.3.70

Farewell; you're angry.
Link: 5.3.71

Still going?
Link: 5.3.72
This is a lord! O noble misery,
Link: 5.3.73
To be i' the field, and ask 'what news?' of me!
Link: 5.3.74
To-day how many would have given their honours
Link: 5.3.75
To have saved their carcasses! took heel to do't,
Link: 5.3.76
And yet died too! I, in mine own woe charm'd,
Link: 5.3.77
Could not find death where I did hear him groan,
Link: 5.3.78
Nor feel him where he struck: being an ugly monster,
Link: 5.3.79
'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,
Link: 5.3.80
Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we
Link: 5.3.81
That draw his knives i' the war. Well, I will find him
Link: 5.3.82
For being now a favourer to the Briton,
Link: 5.3.83
No more a Briton, I have resumed again
Link: 5.3.84
The part I came in: fight I will no more,
Link: 5.3.85
But yield me to the veriest hind that shall
Link: 5.3.86
Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is
Link: 5.3.87
Here made by the Roman; great the answer be
Link: 5.3.88
Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death;
Link: 5.3.89
On either side I come to spend my breath;
Link: 5.3.90
Which neither here I'll keep nor bear again,
Link: 5.3.91
But end it by some means for Imogen.
Link: 5.3.92

Enter two British Captains and Soldiers

First Captain
Great Jupiter be praised! Lucius is taken.
Link: 5.3.93
'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels.
Link: 5.3.94

Second Captain
There was a fourth man, in a silly habit,
Link: 5.3.95
That gave the affront with them.
Link: 5.3.96

First Captain
So 'tis reported:
Link: 5.3.97
But none of 'em can be found. Stand! who's there?
Link: 5.3.98

A Roman,
Link: 5.3.99
Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds
Link: 5.3.100
Had answer'd him.
Link: 5.3.101

Second Captain
Lay hands on him; a dog!
Link: 5.3.102
A leg of Rome shall not return to tell
Link: 5.3.103
What crows have peck'd them here. He brags
Link: 5.3.104
his service
Link: 5.3.105
As if he were of note: bring him to the king.
Link: 5.3.106

Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, Soldiers, Attendants, and Roman Captives. The Captains present POSTHUMUS LEONATUS to CYMBELINE, who delivers him over to a Gaoler: then exeunt omnes

SCENE IV. A British prison.

In Scene 4 of Act 5, two characters, one male and one female, are reunited after being separated for a long time. The female character is overjoyed to see the male character and expresses her love for him. The male character, however, is initially hesitant and suspicious of her motives. Eventually, he comes to believe that she is sincere and the two embrace.

As they speak, it becomes clear that the male character has undergone a transformation during their separation. He has become more forgiving and compassionate, and is able to see the good in people where he could not before. This change is due in part to the love and support of the female character, who has remained faithful to him throughout their trials.

As they prepare to leave, the male character reveals that he has a plan to set things right in their world. He has discovered a way to reconcile old enemies and bring peace to their land. The female character is thrilled by this news and pledges her full support.

The scene ends with the two characters departing together, their future uncertain but full of hope and promise. It is a moment of great emotion and optimism, as they face the challenges ahead with courage and determination.

Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and two Gaolers

First Gaoler
You shall not now be stol'n, you have locks upon you;
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So graze as you find pasture.
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Second Gaoler
Ay, or a stomach.
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Exeunt Gaolers

Most welcome, bondage! for thou art away,
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think, to liberty: yet am I better
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Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had rather
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Groan so in perpetuity than be cured
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By the sure physician, death, who is the key
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To unbar these locks. My conscience, thou art fetter'd
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More than my shanks and wrists: you good gods, give me
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The penitent instrument to pick that bolt,
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Then, free for ever! Is't enough I am sorry?
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So children temporal fathers do appease;
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Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent?
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I cannot do it better than in gyves,
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Desired more than constrain'd: to satisfy,
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If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take
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No stricter render of me than my all.
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I know you are more clement than vile men,
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Who of their broken debtors take a third,
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A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again
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On their abatement: that's not my desire:
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For Imogen's dear life take mine; and though
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'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it:
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'Tween man and man they weigh not every stamp;
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Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake:
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You rather mine, being yours: and so, great powers,
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If you will take this audit, take this life,
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And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen!
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I'll speak to thee in silence.
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Solemn music. Enter, as in an apparition, SICILIUS LEONATUS, father to Posthumus Leonatus, an old man, attired like a warrior; leading in his hand an ancient matron, his wife, and mother to Posthumus Leonatus, with music before them: then, after other music, follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Posthumus Leonatus, with wounds as they died in the wars. They circle Posthumus Leonatus round, as he lies sleeping

Sicilius Leonatus
No more, thou thunder-master, show
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Thy spite on mortal flies:
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With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,
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That thy adulteries
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Rates and revenges.
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Hath my poor boy done aught but well,
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Whose face I never saw?
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I died whilst in the womb he stay'd
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Attending nature's law:
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Whose father then, as men report
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Thou orphans' father art,
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Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him
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From this earth-vexing smart.
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Lucina lent not me her aid,
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But took me in my throes;
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That from me was Posthumus ript,
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Came crying 'mongst his foes,
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A thing of pity!
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Sicilius Leonatus
Great nature, like his ancestry,
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Moulded the stuff so fair,
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That he deserved the praise o' the world,
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As great Sicilius' heir.
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First Brother
When once he was mature for man,
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In Britain where was he
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That could stand up his parallel;
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Or fruitful object be
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In eye of Imogen, that best
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Could deem his dignity?
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With marriage wherefore was he mock'd,
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To be exiled, and thrown
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From Leonati seat, and cast
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From her his dearest one,
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Sweet Imogen?
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Sicilius Leonatus
Why did you suffer Iachimo,
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Slight thing of Italy,
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To taint his nobler heart and brain
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With needless jealosy;
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And to become the geck and scorn
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O' th' other's villany?
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Second Brother
For this from stiller seats we came,
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Our parents and us twain,
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That striking in our country's cause
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Fell bravely and were slain,
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Our fealty and Tenantius' right
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With honour to maintain.
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First Brother
Like hardiment Posthumus hath
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To Cymbeline perform'd:
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Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods,
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Why hast thou thus adjourn'd
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The graces for his merits due,
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Being all to dolours turn'd?
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Sicilius Leonatus
Thy crystal window ope; look out;
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No longer exercise
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Upon a valiant race thy harsh
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And potent injuries.
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Since, Jupiter, our son is good,
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Take off his miseries.
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Sicilius Leonatus
Peep through thy marble mansion; help;
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Or we poor ghosts will cry
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To the shining synod of the rest
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Against thy deity.
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First Brother
Help, Jupiter; or we appeal,
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And from thy justice fly.
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Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an eagle: he throws a thunderbolt. The Apparitions fall on their knees

No more, you petty spirits of region low,
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Offend our hearing; hush! How dare you ghosts
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Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know,
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Sky-planted batters all rebelling coasts?
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Poor shadows of Elysium, hence, and rest
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Upon your never-withering banks of flowers:
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Be not with mortal accidents opprest;
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No care of yours it is; you know 'tis ours.
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Whom best I love I cross; to make my gift,
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The more delay'd, delighted. Be content;
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Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift:
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His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.
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Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in
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Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade.
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He shall be lord of lady Imogen,
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And happier much by his affliction made.
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This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein
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Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine:
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and so, away: no further with your din
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Express impatience, lest you stir up mine.
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Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline.
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Sicilius Leonatus
He came in thunder; his celestial breath
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Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle
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Stoop'd as to foot us: his ascension is
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More sweet than our blest fields: his royal bird
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Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak,
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As when his god is pleased.
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Thanks, Jupiter!
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Sicilius Leonatus
The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd
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His radiant root. Away! and, to be blest,
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Let us with care perform his great behest.
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The Apparitions vanish

Posthumus Leonatus
(Waking) Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot
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A father to me; and thou hast created
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A mother and two brothers: but, O scorn!
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Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born:
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And so I am awake. Poor wretches that depend
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On greatness' favour dream as I have done,
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Wake and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve:
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Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
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And yet are steep'd in favours: so am I,
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That have this golden chance and know not why.
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What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O rare one!
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Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment
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Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects
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So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers,
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As good as promise.
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'When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown,
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without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of
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tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be
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lopped branches, which, being dead many years,
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shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock and
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freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries,
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Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty.'
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'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen
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Tongue and brain not; either both or nothing;
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Or senseless speaking or a speaking such
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As sense cannot untie. Be what it is,
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The action of my life is like it, which
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I'll keep, if but for sympathy.
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Re-enter First Gaoler

First Gaoler
Come, sir, are you ready for death?
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Over-roasted rather; ready long ago.
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First Gaoler
Hanging is the word, sir: if
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you be ready for that, you are well cooked.
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So, if I prove a good repast to the
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spectators, the dish pays the shot.
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First Gaoler
A heavy reckoning for you, sir. But the comfort is,
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you shall be called to no more payments, fear no
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more tavern-bills; which are often the sadness of
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parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in
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flint for want of meat, depart reeling with too
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much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and
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sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain
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both empty; the brain the heavier for being too
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light, the purse too light, being drawn of
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heaviness: of this contradiction you shall now be
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quit. O, the charity of a penny cord! It sums up
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thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and
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creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come,
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the discharge: your neck, sir, is pen, book and
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counters; so the acquittance follows.
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I am merrier to die than thou art to live.
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First Gaoler
Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the
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tooth-ache: but a man that were to sleep your
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sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he
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would change places with his officer; for, look you,
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sir, you know not which way you shall go.
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Yes, indeed do I, fellow.
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First Gaoler
Your death has eyes in 's head then; I have not seen
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him so pictured: you must either be directed by
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some that take upon them to know, or do take upon
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yourself that which I am sure you do not know, or
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jump the after inquiry on your own peril: and how
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you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll
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never return to tell one.
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I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to
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direct them the way I am going, but such as wink and
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will not use them.
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First Gaoler
What an infinite mock is this, that a man should
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have the best use of eyes to see the way of
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blindness! I am sure hanging's the way of winking.
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Enter a Messenger

Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king.
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Thou bring'st good news; I am called to be made free.
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First Gaoler
I'll be hang'd then.
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Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead.
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Exeunt POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and Messenger

First Gaoler
Unless a man would marry a gallows and beget young
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gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my
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conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live,
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for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them
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too that die against their wills; so should I, if I
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were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one
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mind good; O, there were desolation of gaolers and
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gallowses! I speak against my present profit, but
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my wish hath a preferment in 't.
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SCENE V. Cymbeline's tent.

Scene 5 of Act 5 of Cymbeline begins with the entrance of several characters into a room. The atmosphere is tense and the characters are clearly on edge. They are discussing a plan to overthrow their enemies and restore order to their kingdom.

As they continue to talk, one of the characters reveals that they have received a message from a mysterious figure who promises to help them in their quest. The group is skeptical at first, but eventually agrees to follow the stranger's advice.

After some discussion, the characters leave the room and the scene ends.

Overall, Scene 5 of Act 5 of Cymbeline is a pivotal moment in the play. It sets the stage for the final confrontation between the protagonists and their adversaries, and foreshadows the eventual resolution of the conflict.


Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made
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Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart
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That the poor soldier that so richly fought,
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Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast
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Stepp'd before larges of proof, cannot be found:
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He shall be happy that can find him, if
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Our grace can make him so.
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I never saw
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Such noble fury in so poor a thing;
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Such precious deeds in one that promises nought
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But beggary and poor looks.
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No tidings of him?
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He hath been search'd among the dead and living,
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But no trace of him.
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To my grief, I am
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The heir of his reward;
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which I will add
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To you, the liver, heart and brain of Britain,
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By whom I grant she lives. 'Tis now the time
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To ask of whence you are. Report it.
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In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen:
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Further to boast were neither true nor modest,
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Unless I add, we are honest.
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Bow your knees.
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Arise my knights o' the battle: I create you
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Companions to our person and will fit you
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With dignities becoming your estates.
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There's business in these faces. Why so sadly
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Greet you our victory? you look like Romans,
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And not o' the court of Britain.
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Hail, great king!
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To sour your happiness, I must report
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The queen is dead.
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Who worse than a physician
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Would this report become? But I consider,
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By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death
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Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
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With horror, madly dying, like her life,
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Which, being cruel to the world, concluded
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Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd
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I will report, so please you: these her women
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Can trip me, if I err; who with wet cheeks
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Were present when she finish'd.
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Prithee, say.
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First, she confess'd she never loved you, only
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Affected greatness got by you, not you:
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Married your royalty, was wife to your place;
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Abhorr'd your person.
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She alone knew this;
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And, but she spoke it dying, I would not
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Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.
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Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love
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With such integrity, she did confess
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Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life,
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But that her flight prevented it, she had
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Ta'en off by poison.
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O most delicate fiend!
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Who is 't can read a woman? Is there more?
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More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had
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For you a mortal mineral; which, being took,
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Should by the minute feed on life and lingering
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By inches waste you: in which time she purposed,
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By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to
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O'ercome you with her show, and in time,
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When she had fitted you with her craft, to work
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Her son into the adoption of the crown:
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But, failing of her end by his strange absence,
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Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite
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Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented
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The evils she hatch'd were not effected; so
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Despairing died.
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Heard you all this, her women?
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First Lady
We did, so please your highness.
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Mine eyes
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Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
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Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
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That thought her like her seeming; it had
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been vicious
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To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter!
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That it was folly in me, thou mayst say,
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And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all!
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Thou comest not, Caius, now for tribute that
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The Britons have razed out, though with the loss
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Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit
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That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter
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Of you their captives, which ourself have granted:
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So think of your estate.
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Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day
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Was yours by accident; had it gone with us,
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We should not, when the blood was cool,
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have threaten'd
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Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods
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Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives
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May be call'd ransom, let it come: sufficeth
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A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer:
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Augustus lives to think on't: and so much
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For my peculiar care. This one thing only
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I will entreat; my boy, a Briton born,
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Let him be ransom'd: never master had
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A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,
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So tender over his occasions, true,
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So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join
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With my request, which I make bold your highness
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Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm,
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Though he have served a Roman: save him, sir,
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And spare no blood beside.
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I have surely seen him:
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His favour is familiar to me. Boy,
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Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace,
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And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore,
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To say 'live, boy:' ne'er thank thy master; live:
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And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt,
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Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it;
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Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,
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The noblest ta'en.
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I humbly thank your highness.
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I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad;
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And yet I know thou wilt.
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No, no: alack,
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There's other work in hand: I see a thing
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Bitter to me as death: your life, good master,
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Must shuffle for itself.
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The boy disdains me,
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He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys
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That place them on the truth of girls and boys.
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Why stands he so perplex'd?
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What wouldst thou, boy?
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I love thee more and more: think more and more
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What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on? speak,
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Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend?
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He is a Roman; no more kin to me
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Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal,
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Am something nearer.
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Wherefore eyest him so?
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I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please
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To give me hearing.
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Ay, with all my heart,
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And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
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Fidele, sir.
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Thou'rt my good youth, my page;
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I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely.
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CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apart

Is not this boy revived from death?
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One sand another
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Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad
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Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?
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The same dead thing alive.
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Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear;
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Creatures may be alike: were 't he, I am sure
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He would have spoke to us.
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But we saw him dead.
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Be silent; let's see further.
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(Aside) It is my mistress:
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Since she is living, let the time run on
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To good or bad.
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CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward

Come, stand thou by our side;
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Make thy demand aloud.
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Sir, step you forth;
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Give answer to this boy, and do it freely;
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Or, by our greatness and the grace of it,
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Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
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Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to him.
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My boon is, that this gentleman may render
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Of whom he had this ring.
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(Aside) What's that to him?
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That diamond upon your finger, say
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How came it yours?
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Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that
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Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
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How! me?
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I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that
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Which torments me to conceal. By villany
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I got this ring: 'twas Leonatus' jewel;
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Whom thou didst banish; and--which more may
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grieve thee,
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As it doth me--a nobler sir ne'er lived
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'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord?
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All that belongs to this.
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That paragon, thy daughter,--
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For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits
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Quail to remember--Give me leave; I faint.
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My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength:
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I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will
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Than die ere I hear more: strive, man, and speak.
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Upon a time,--unhappy was the clock
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That struck the hour!--it was in Rome,--accursed
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The mansion where!--'twas at a feast,--O, would
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Our viands had been poison'd, or at least
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Those which I heaved to head!--the good Posthumus--
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What should I say? he was too good to be
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Where ill men were; and was the best of all
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Amongst the rarest of good ones,--sitting sadly,
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Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
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For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast
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Of him that best could speak, for feature, laming
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The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva.
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Postures beyond brief nature, for condition,
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A shop of all the qualities that man
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Loves woman for, besides that hook of wiving,
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Fairness which strikes the eye--
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I stand on fire:
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Come to the matter.
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All too soon I shall,
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Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Posthumus,
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Most like a noble lord in love and one
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That had a royal lover, took his hint;
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And, not dispraising whom we praised,--therein
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He was as calm as virtue--he began
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His mistress' picture; which by his tongue
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being made,
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And then a mind put in't, either our brags
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Were crack'd of kitchen-trolls, or his description
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Proved us unspeaking sots.
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Nay, nay, to the purpose.
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Your daughter's chastity--there it begins.
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He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams,
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And she alone were cold: whereat I, wretch,
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Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him
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Pieces of gold 'gainst this which then he wore
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Upon his honour'd finger, to attain
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In suit the place of's bed and win this ring
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By hers and mine adultery. He, true knight,
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No lesser of her honour confident
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Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring;
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And would so, had it been a carbuncle
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Of Phoebus' wheel, and might so safely, had it
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Been all the worth of's car. Away to Britain
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Post I in this design: well may you, sir,
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Remember me at court; where I was taught
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Of your chaste daughter the wide difference
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'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'd
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Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain
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'Gan in your duller Britain operate
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Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent:
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And, to be brief, my practise so prevail'd,
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That I return'd with simular proof enough
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To make the noble Leonatus mad,
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By wounding his belief in her renown
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With tokens thus, and thus; averting notes
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Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,--
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O cunning, how I got it!--nay, some marks
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Of secret on her person, that he could not
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But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd,
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I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon--
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Methinks, I see him now--
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(Advancing) Ay, so thou dost,
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Italian fiend! Ay me, most credulous fool,
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Egregious murderer, thief, any thing
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That's due to all the villains past, in being,
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To come! O, give me cord, or knife, or poison,
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Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out
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For torturers ingenious: it is I
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That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend
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By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,
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That kill'd thy daughter:--villain-like, I lie--
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That caused a lesser villain than myself,
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A sacrilegious thief, to do't: the temple
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Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.
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Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
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The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain
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Be call'd Posthumus Leonitus; and
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Be villany less than 'twas! O Imogen!
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My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
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Imogen, Imogen!
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Peace, my lord; hear, hear--
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Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page,
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There lie thy part.
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Striking her: she falls

O, gentlemen, help!
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Mine and your mistress! O, my lord Posthumus!
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You ne'er kill'd Imogen til now. Help, help!
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Mine honour'd lady!
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Does the world go round?
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How come these staggers on me?
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Wake, my mistress!
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If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
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To death with mortal joy.
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How fares thy mistress?
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O, get thee from my sight;
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Thou gavest me poison: dangerous fellow, hence!
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Breathe not where princes are.
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The tune of Imogen!
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The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
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That box I gave you was not thought by me
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A precious thing: I had it from the queen.
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New matter still?
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It poison'd me.
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I left out one thing which the queen confess'd.
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Which must approve thee honest: 'If Pisanio
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Have,' said she, 'given his mistress that confection
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Which I gave him for cordial, she is served
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As I would serve a rat.'
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What's this, Comelius?
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The queen, sir, very oft importuned me
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To temper poisons for her, still pretending
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The satisfaction of her knowledge only
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In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs,
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Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose
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Was of more danger, did compound for her
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A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease
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The present power of life, but in short time
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All offices of nature should again
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Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it?
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Most like I did, for I was dead.
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My boys,
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There was our error.
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This is, sure, Fidele.
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Why did you throw your wedded lady from you?
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Think that you are upon a rock; and now
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Throw me again.
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Embracing him

Hang there like a fruit, my soul,
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Till the tree die!
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How now, my flesh, my child!
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What, makest thou me a dullard in this act?
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Wilt thou not speak to me?
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(Kneeling) Your blessing, sir.
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(To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS) Though you did love
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this youth, I blame ye not:
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You had a motive for't.
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My tears that fall
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Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
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Thy mother's dead.
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I am sorry for't, my lord.
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O, she was nought; and long of her it was
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That we meet here so strangely: but her son
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Is gone, we know not how nor where.
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My lord,
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Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten,
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Upon my lady's missing, came to me
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With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore,
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If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
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It was my instant death. By accident,
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had a feigned letter of my master's
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Then in my pocket; which directed him
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To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;
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Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments,
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Which he enforced from me, away he posts
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With unchaste purpose and with oath to violate
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My lady's honour: what became of him
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I further know not.
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Let me end the story:
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I slew him there.
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Marry, the gods forfend!
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I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
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Pluck a bard sentence: prithee, valiant youth,
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Deny't again.
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I have spoke it, and I did it.
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He was a prince.
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A most incivil one: the wrongs he did me
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Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
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With language that would make me spurn the sea,
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If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head;
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And am right glad he is not standing here
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To tell this tale of mine.
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I am sorry for thee:
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By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must
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Endure our law: thou'rt dead.
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That headless man
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I thought had been my lord.
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Bind the offender,
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And take him from our presence.
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Stay, sir king:
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This man is better than the man he slew,
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As well descended as thyself; and hath
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More of thee merited than a band of Clotens
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Had ever scar for.
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Let his arms alone;
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They were not born for bondage.
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Why, old soldier,
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Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
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By tasting of our wrath? How of descent
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As good as we?
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In that he spake too far.
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And thou shalt die for't.
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We will die all three:
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But I will prove that two on's are as good
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As I have given out him. My sons, I must,
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For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
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Though, haply, well for you.
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Your danger's ours.
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And our good his.
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Have at it then, by leave.
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Thou hadst, great king, a subject who
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Was call'd Belarius.
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What of him? he is
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A banish'd traitor.
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He it is that hath
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Assumed this age; indeed a banish'd man;
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I know not how a traitor.
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Take him hence:
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The whole world shall not save him.
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Not too hot:
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First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;
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And let it be confiscate all, so soon
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As I have received it.
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Nursing of my sons!
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I am too blunt and saucy: here's my knee:
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Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons;
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Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir,
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These two young gentlemen, that call me father
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And think they are my sons, are none of mine;
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They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
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And blood of your begetting.
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How! my issue!
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So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan,
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Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd:
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Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment
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Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd
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Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes--
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For such and so they are--these twenty years
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Have I train'd up: those arts they have as I
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Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as
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Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,
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Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
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Upon my banishment: I moved her to't,
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Having received the punishment before,
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For that which I did then: beaten for loyalty
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Excited me to treason: their dear loss,
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The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped
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Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir,
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Here are your sons again; and I must lose
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Two of the sweet'st companions in the world.
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The benediction of these covering heavens
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Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy
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To inlay heaven with stars.
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Thou weep'st, and speak'st.
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The service that you three have done is more
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Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost my children:
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If these be they, I know not how to wish
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A pair of worthier sons.
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Be pleased awhile.
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This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
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Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius:
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This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
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Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd
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In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand
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Of his queen mother, which for more probation
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I can with ease produce.
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Guiderius had
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Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
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It was a mark of wonder.
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This is he;
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Who hath upon him still that natural stamp:
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It was wise nature's end in the donation,
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To be his evidence now.
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O, what, am I
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A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother
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Rejoiced deliverance more. Blest pray you be,
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That, after this strange starting from your orbs,
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may reign in them now! O Imogen,
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Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
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No, my lord;
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I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers,
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Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter
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But I am truest speaker you call'd me brother,
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When I was but your sister; I you brothers,
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When ye were so indeed.
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Did you e'er meet?
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Ay, my good lord.
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And at first meeting loved;
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Continued so, until we thought he died.
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By the queen's dram she swallow'd.
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O rare instinct!
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When shall I hear all through? This fierce
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Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
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Distinction should be rich in. Where? how lived You?
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And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
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How parted with your brothers? how first met them?
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Why fled you from the court? and whither? These,
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And your three motives to the battle, with
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I know not how much more, should be demanded;
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And all the other by-dependencies,
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From chance to chance: but nor the time nor place
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Will serve our long inter'gatories. See,
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Posthumus anchors upon Imogen,
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And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
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On him, her brother, me, her master, hitting
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Each object with a joy: the counterchange
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Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,
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And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.
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Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever.
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You are my father too, and did relieve me,
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To see this gracious season.
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All o'erjoy'd,
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Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too,
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For they shall taste our comfort.
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My good master,
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I will yet do you service.
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Happy be you!
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The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought,
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He would have well becomed this place, and graced
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The thankings of a king.
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I am, sir,
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The soldier that did company these three
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In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for
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The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he,
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Speak, Iachimo: I had you down and might
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Have made you finish.
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(Kneeling) I am down again:
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But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,
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As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you,
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Which I so often owe: but your ring first;
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And here the bracelet of the truest princess
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That ever swore her faith.
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Kneel not to me:
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The power that I have on you is, to spare you;
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The malice towards you to forgive you: live,
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And deal with others better.
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Nobly doom'd!
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We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law;
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Pardon's the word to all.
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You holp us, sir,
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As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
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Joy'd are we that you are.
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Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome,
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Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, methought
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Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd,
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Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows
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Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found
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This label on my bosom; whose containing
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Is so from sense in hardness, that I can
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Make no collection of it: let him show
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His skill in the construction.
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Here, my good lord.
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Read, and declare the meaning.
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(Reads) 'When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself
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unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a
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piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar
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shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many
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years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old
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stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end
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his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in
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peace and plenty.'
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Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
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The fit and apt construction of thy name,
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Being Leonatus, doth import so much.
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The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
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Which we call 'mollis aer;' and 'mollis aer'
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We term it 'mulier:' which 'mulier' I divine
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Is this most constant wife; who, even now,
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Answering the letter of the oracle,
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Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about
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With this most tender air.
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This hath some seeming.
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The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,
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Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point
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Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stol'n,
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For many years thought dead, are now revived,
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To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue
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Promises Britain peace and plenty.
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My peace we will begin. And, Caius Lucius,
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Although the victor, we submit to Caesar,
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And to the Roman empire; promising
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To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
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We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;
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Whom heavens, in justice, both on her and hers,
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Have laid most heavy hand.
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The fingers of the powers above do tune
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The harmony of this peace. The vision
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Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke
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Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
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Is full accomplish'd; for the Roman eagle,
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From south to west on wing soaring aloft,
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Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun
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So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle,
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The imperial Caesar, should again unite
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His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
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Which shines here in the west.
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Laud we the gods;
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And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
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From our blest altars. Publish we this peace
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To all our subjects. Set we forward: let
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A Roman and a British ensign wave
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Friendly together: so through Lud's-town march:
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And in the temple of great Jupiter
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Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.
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Set on there! Never was a war did cease,
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Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.
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