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Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please Come to the matter. To give me hearing.

Iach.

All 100 soon I shalt,
Cym.
Ay, with all my heart,

Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly.This Posthumus,
And lend my best attention. What's thy name? (Most like a noble lord in love, and one
Ima. Fidele, sir.

That had a royal lover.) took his hint; Сут. Thou art my good youth, my page ; || And, not dispraising whom we prais'd, (therein I'll be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely. He was as calm as virtue) he began

[Cymbeline and Imogen converse apart. His mistress' pietore; which by his tongue being made. Bel. Is not this boy reviv'd from death?

And then a mind put in't, either our brags Aro.

One sand another Were crack'd of kitclien-trulls, or his description Not more resembles : That sweet rosy lad,

Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Who died, and was Fidele :-What think you?

Cym.

Nay, nay, to the purpose. Gui. The same dead thing alive.

Tach. Your daughter's chastity-there it begins. Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not ; He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams, forbear;

And she alone were cold: Whereat, I, wretch ! Creatures may be alike: were't be, I am sure

Made seruple of his praise; and wager'd with him He would have spoke to us.

Pieces of gold, 'gainst this which then he wore Gui.

But we saw him dead. Upon his honour'd finger, to attain Bel. Be silent ; let's see further.

In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Pis.

It is my mistress : [Aside. | By hers and inine adultery: he, true knight,
Since she is living, let the time run on,

No lesser of her honour confident
To good, or bad. (Cym. and Imo. come forward. Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring;

Сут. . Come, stand thou by our side; And would so, had it been a carbuncle
Make thy demand aloud.Sir, step you forth ; Of Phæbus' wheel ; and might so safely, had it

[To Iachimo. | Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain Give answer to this boy, and do it freely;

Post I in this design: Well may you, sir, Or, by our greatness, and the grace of ir,

Remember me at court, where I was taught Which is our honour, bitter torture shall

of your chaste daughter the wide difference Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to him. 'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'd

Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Or hope, not longing, mine Italian brain of whom he had this ring.

'Gan in your duller Britain operate Post.

What's that to him? [Aside. Most vilely; for my vantage, excellerit ; Cym. That diamond upon your finger, sny, And, to be brief, my practice so prevaild, How came it yours?

That I return'd with simular proof enougla lach, Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that To niake the noble Leonatus mad, Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.

By wounding his belief in her renown Cym.

How ! me? With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes lach. I am glad to be constrain d to utter that which of chacuber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet, Torments me to conceal. By villany

(0, cunning, how I got it !) nay, some marks I got this ring; 'twas Leonatus' jewel :

Of secret on her person, that he could not Whom thou didst banish ; and (which more may grieve | Put think ber bond of chastity quite crack'd, thee,

I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon,As it doth me.) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd

Methinks, I see him now,'Twixe sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my Post.

Ay, so thou dost, [Coming forwards lord ?

Italian fiend !-Ah me, most credulous fool, Cym. All that belongs to this.

Egregious murderer, thief, ary thing lach.

That paragon, thy daughter,- || That's due to all the villains past, in being, For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits To come!-0, give me cord, or knife, or poison, Quail to remember, -Give me leave; I faint. Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy For torturers ingenious : it is I strength :

That all the abhorred things o'the earth amend,
I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will, By being worse than ther. I am Posthumus,
Than die ere I hear more: Strive mon, and speak. That kill'd thy daughter :--villain-like, I lie;

lach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the clock That caus'd a lesser villain than myself,
That struck the hour !) it was in Rome, (accurs'd A sacrilegious thief, to do't:-the temple
The mansion where !) 'twas at a feast, (0, 'would Of virtue was she ; yea, and she herself.
Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least,

Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set Those which I heard to head !) the good Posthumus,The dogs o'the street to bay me: every villain (What should I say? he was too good, to be

Be call'd, Posthumus Leonatus; and Where ill men were: and was the best of all Be villany less than 'twas !-0 Imogen! Amongst the rar'st of good ones.) sitting sadly,

My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen, Hearing us praise our loves of Italy

Imogen, Imogen! For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast

Imo.

Peace, my lord; hear, hear of him that best could speak: for feature, Laming Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornfut The shrin, of Venns, or straight-pight Minerva,

page, Postures Beyond brief nature; for condition,

There lie the part. [Striking her; she fallo. A shop of all the qualities that man

Pis.

O, gentlemen, help, help Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving, Mine, and your mistress ;-0, my lord Posthumus! Fairness wbich strikes the eye:

You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now :-Help, help!

I stand on fire: Mine honour'd lady!

Cym.

Cym.
Does the world go round?

Gui.

Let me end the story: Post. How come these staggers on me?

I slew him there. Pix

Wake, my mistress! Супі. Marty, the gods forfend! Cym. If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me I would not thy good deeds should from my lips To death with mortal joy.

Pluck a land sentence: pristhee, valiant youths Pis.

How fares my mistress ? Deny't again. Imo. O. get Uree from my sight ;

Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it. Thou gav'st me poison : dangerous fellow, bence!

Cym. He was a prince. Breathe not where princes art.

Gui. A most uncivil one : The wrong he did me Сут. .

The tune of Imogen! Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me Pis. Lady,

With language that would make me spurn the sea, The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if

If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head; That box I gave you was not thought by me

And am right glad, he is not standing here A precious thing; I had it from the queen.

To tell this tale of mine. Cym. New matter still ?

Cym.

I am sorry for the
Imo.
It poison'd me.

By thine own tongue thou art condemon'l, and met Cor.

O gods ! Endure our law : Thou art dead. I left out one thing which the queen confessid,

Imo.

That beadles and Which must approve thee honest: If Pisanio

I thought had been my londo Have, said she, given his mistress that confection

Cym.

Bind the offender, Which I gave him for a cordial, she is serv'd

And take him from our presence. As I would serve a rat.

Bel.

Stay, sir king: Cym.

What's this, ornelius? This man is better than the man he slew, Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importuu'd me As well descended as thyself: and hath To temper poisons for her; still pretending

More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens The satisfaction of her knowlelge, only

Had ever scar for.-Let his arms alone; (Tote Caserta In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs

They were not born for bondage. Of no esteem: 1, dreading that her purpose

Cym.

Why, old sollier, Was of more danger, did compound for her

Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, A certain stuff, which, being ta’en, would cease

By tasting of our wrath ? How of descent The present power of life; frut, in short time,

As good as we? All offices of nature should again

Aru. In that he spake too far. Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it?

Cyni. And thou shalt die fort. Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.

Bel.

We will die all Bel.

My boys, But I will prove, that two of us are as gool
There was our error.

As I have given out bim.-My sons, I must,
Gui.
This is onre, Fidele.

For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady fiom || Though, haply, well for you.

Aru.

Your danger is Think, that yon are upon a rock; and now

Ours. Throw me again.

[Embracing him. Gui. And our good his. Past. Hang there like fruit, my soul,

Bel.

Have at it then. Till the tree die!

By leave ;-Thou liadst, great king, a subject, ula Сут.

How now, my flesh, my child? Was calld Belarius. What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act ?

Сут.

What of him? he is
Wilt thou pot speak to me?

A banish'd traitor.
Imo.
Your blessing, sir. [Kneeling. Bcl.

He it is, that hath
Bel. Though you did love this youth, 1 blame ye not; Assum'd this age : indeed, a banish'd man;
You had a motive for't.

(To Gui, and Ary.

I know not how, a traitor.
Cym.
My tears, that fall,

Cym.

Take him hence; Prove holy water on thee! Imogu,

The whole world shall not save him. Thy mother's dead.

Bel.

Not too best
Imio.
I am sorry for't my lord.

First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ;
Cyri. O, she was naught; and 'long of ber it was, And let it be confiscate all, so soon
That we meet here so strangely: But her son As I have receiv'd it.
Is gone, we know not how, por where.

Сут.

Narsing of my sons ? Pis.

My lord,

Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy: Here's my knet; Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten, Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons ; Upon my lady's missing, came to me With his sword drawn; soam'd at the mouth, and swore,

Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, If I discover'd not which way she was gone,

These two young gentlemen, that call me father,

And think they are my sons, are none of ruine It was my instant death : 'By accident,

They are the issue of your loins, my liege, I had a feigned letter of my master's

And blood of your begetting. Then in my pocket; which directed him

Суті.

How! my issue! To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;

Bel. So sure as you your fathers. Lold Morgan Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Which he infore'd from me, away be posts

Am that Belarius whoin you sometime baisha:

Your pleasure was my mere offence, ny punishabet With unchaste purpose, and with oath to violate

Itself, and all my treason ; that I sufferd, My lady's honour : what became of him,

Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes I further know not.

(For such, and so they are.) these twenty years

you?

I will yet

Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I

And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Thou art my brother; So we'll hold thee ever. Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,

[To Belarius. Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, Upon my banishment: I mov'd her to't;

To see this gracious season. Having receiv'd the panishment before,

Cym.

All o'erjoy'd, For that which I did then : Beaten for loyalty Save these in bonds ; let them be joyful too, Excited me to treason; Their dear loss,

For they shall taste our comfort. The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd

Imo.

My good master, Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious, sir,

do

you service. Here are your sons again ; and I must lose

Luc.

Happy be you! Two of the sweet'st companions in the world;

Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, The benediction of these covering heavens

He would have well becom'd this place, and greed Fall ou their heads like dew! for they are worthy The thankings of a king. To inlay heaven with stars.

Post.

I am, sir,
Cym. .
Thou weep'st, and speak'st.

The soldier that did company these three
The service, that you three have done, is more In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for
Lulike than this thou tellist. I lost my children: The purpose I then follow'd ;– That I was he,
If these be they, I know not how to wish

Speak, lachimo; I had you down, and might
A pair of worthier sons.

Have made you finish.
Bel.
Be pleas'd a while.-

lack.

I am down again: [Kneeling. This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,

But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, Must worthy prince, as yours, is true, Guiderius:

As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you, This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,

Which I so often owe: but, your ring first; Your younger princely sın; he, sir, was lapp'd

And here the bracelet of the truest princess, In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand

'That ever swore her faith. of his queen mother, which, for more probation,

Post.

Kneel pot to me;
I can with ease produce.

The power that I have on you, is to spare you;
Cym.
Guiderius had

The malice towards you, to forgive you : Live, l'pon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;

And deal with others better. It was a mark of wonder.

Сут»

Nobly doomd:
Bel.
This is be;

We'll earn our freeness of a son-in-law; : Who hath upon him still that natural stamp;

Pardon's the word to all. It was wise nature's end in the donation,

Arv.

You holp us, sir,
To be bis evidence now.

As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Cym.
O, what am I

Joy'd are we, that you are.
A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother

Post. Your servant, princes.-Good my lord of Rome, Rejoic'd deliverance more :-Bless'd may you be,

Call forth your soothsayer: As I slept, methought, That, after this strange starting from your orbs,

Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back, You may reign in them now! O Imogen,

Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.

Of mine own kindred: when I wak'd, I found Imo.

No, my lord:

This label on my bosom ; whose containing I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brother,

Is so from sense in hardness, that I can Have we thus met ? O never say hereafter,

Make so collection of it; let him show But I am truest speaker: you calld me brother,

His skill in the construction.

Luc. When I was but your sister; I you brothers,

Philarmonus,-'

Sooth. Here, my good lord. When you were so indeed

Luc.

Read, and declare the meaning. Cym.

Did you e'er meet? Arv. Ay, my good lord.

Sooth. [Reads.] When as a lion's whelp shall, to Gui.

And at first meeting lov'd; || himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embracContinued so, until we thought he died.

ed by a piece of tender air ; and when from a stately Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd.

cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many Cym.

O rare instinct! years shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgement | freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Hath to it circumstantial branches, which

Britain be fortunate, and jlourish in peace and plenty.
Distinction should be rich in.- Where? how livid you? || Thon, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
And when came you to serve our Roman captive ? The fit and apt construction of thy name,
How parted with your brothers ? how first met them?

Being Leo-natus, doth import so much :
Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
And your three motives to the battle, with

[To Cymbeline. I know not how much more, should be demanded ; Which we call mollis aer; and mollis aer And all the other by-dependencies,

We term it mulier : which mulicr I divine, From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, Is this most constant wife; who, even now, Will serve our long intergatories. See,

Answering the letter of the oracle,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen;

Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about
And she, like harmless lightning, throws her efe With this most tender air.
On him, her brothers, me, her master; hitting

Cym.

This hath some seeming. Each ubject with a još ; the counterchange

Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,

Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point

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Thy two sons forth : who, by Belarius stolen, From south to west on wing soaring alok, For many years thought dead, are now revived, Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o'the sun To the majestic cedar join'd ; whose issue

So vanishd: which foresbow d our prinely eagle, Promises Britain peace and plenty.

The imperial Cæsar, should again unite Сут. .

Well,

His favour with the radiant Cymbeline, My peace we will begin :-and, Caias Lucius, Which shines here in the west. Although the victor, we submit to Cæsar,

Сут.

Land we the gods; And to the Roman empire : promising

And let our crooked smokes elimb to their nostriks To pay our wonted tribute, from the which

From our bless'd altars ! Publish we this peace We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;

To all our subjects. Set we forward: Let Whom heavens, in justice, (both on her, and hers,) A Roman and a British ensign wave Have laid most heavy hand.

Friendly together : so through Lod's town saarch: Spoth. The fingers of the powers above do tune And in the temple of great Japiter The harmony of this peace. The vision

Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke Set on there :-Never was a war did cease, Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant

Ere bloody hands were washed, with such a peas Is full accomplisad: For the Roman eagle,

1

ROMEO AND JULIET.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Escalus, prince of Verona.

Chorus.
Paris, a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince, Boy.
Montague, heads of two houses, at variance with each | Page to Paris.
Capulet, 3 other.

Peter.
An old Man, uncle to Capulet.

An Officer.
Romeo, son 10 Montague.
Mercutio, kinsman to the prince, and friend to Romco. Lady Montague, wife to Montagueo.
Benvolio, nephew to Montague, and friend to Rom.co. Lady Capulet, wifi to Capulct.
Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet.

Juliet, daughter to Capulet.
Friar Laurence, a Franciscan.

Nurse to Juliet.
Friar John, of the same order.
Balthasar, servant to Romeo.

Citizens of Verona ; several Men and Women, Relne
Sampson, ?
Gregory, 3
servants to Capulet.

tions to both houses ; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen,

and Attendants. Abram, servant to Montague. An Apothecary.

SCENE, during the greater part of the play, in VeroThrce Musicians.

na : orice in the fifth act ai Mantua.

PROLOGUE.

Gre. That sbows thee a weak slave; for the weak.

est goes to the wall. Two households, both alike in dignity, Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weak. In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

er vessels, are ever tlarust to the wall:-therefore I From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. his maids to the wall. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us A pair of star-crossd lovers take their life ;

their men, Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows

Sam, 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife. I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, maids ; I will cut off their heads. And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Gre. The heads of the maids ? Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenIs now the two hours' unffic of our stage;

heads; take it in what sense thou wilt. The which, if you with patient ears attend,

Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it. What heve shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand :

and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.

Gre. "Tis well, thou art not fish; if thon dst, thou hadst been Poor John. Draw thy tool; bere

comes two of the house of the Montagues. ACT I.

Enter Abram and Balthasar. SCENE 1.- A public Place. Enter Sampson and

Sam. My naked weapon is out ; quarrel, I will backa Gregory, armed with swords and bucklers.

thee. Sampson.

'Gre. How? cura try back, and run? GREGORY, o'my word, we'll not carry coals. Sam. Fear me not. Gre. No, for then we shall be colliers.

Gre. No, marry: I fear thee! Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. Sam. Let us take the law of our sides ; let them ben

Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the gin. collar.

Gre, I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take San. I strike quickly, being moved.

it as they list. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb ar Sam. A dog of the liouse of Montague moves me. them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Gre, To move, is—to stir; and to be valiant, ismin Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? stand to it: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir. away.

Abr. Do yon bite your thumb at es, sir ? Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand : 1 Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ar? will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. Gre, No.

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