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The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
The consequence o'th'Crowne, and must not foyle
The precious note of it; with a base Slaue,
A Hilding for a Liuorie, a Squires Cloth,
A. Pantler; not so eminent.
The precious note of it; with a base Slaue,
A Hilding for a Liuorie, a Squires Cloth,
A. Pantler; not so eminent.
Imo.
Prophane Fellow:
Wert thou the Sonne of Iupiter, and no more,
But what thou art besides: thou wer't too base,
To be his Groome: thou wer't dignified enough
Euen to the point of Enuie. If 'twere made
Comparatiue for your Vertues, to be stil'd
The vnder Hangman of his Kingdome; and hated
For being prefer'd so well.
Prophane Fellow:
Wert thou the Sonne of Iupiter, and no more,
But what thou art besides: thou wer't too base,
To be his Groome: thou wer't dignified enough
Euen to the point of Enuie. If 'twere made
Comparatiue for your Vertues, to be stil'd
The vnder Hangman of his Kingdome; and hated
For being prefer'd so well.
Clot.
The South-Fog rot him.
The South-Fog rot him.
Imo.
He neuer can meete more mischance, then come
To be but nam'd of thee. His mean'st Garment
That euer hath but clipt his body; is dearer
In my respect, then all the Heires aboue thee,
Were they all made such men: How now Pisanio?
He neuer can meete more mischance, then come
To be but nam'd of thee. His mean'st Garment
That euer hath but clipt his body; is dearer
In my respect, then all the Heires aboue thee,
Were they all made such men: How now Pisanio?
Enter Pisanio,
Clot.
His Garments? Now the diuell.
His Garments? Now the diuell.
Imo.
To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently.
To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently.
Clot.
His Garment?
His Garment?
Imo.
I am sprighted with a Foole,
Frighted, and angred worse: Go bid my woman
Search for a Iewell, that too casually
Hath left mine Arme: it was thy Masters. Shrew me
If I would loose it for a Reuenew,
Of any Kings in Europe. I do think,
I saw't this morning: Confident I am.
Last night 'twas on mine Arme; I kiss'd it,
I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord
That I kisse aught but he.
I am sprighted with a Foole,
Frighted, and angred worse: Go bid my woman
Search for a Iewell, that too casually
Hath left mine Arme: it was thy Masters. Shrew me
If I would loose it for a Reuenew,
Of any Kings in Europe. I do think,
I saw't this morning: Confident I am.
Last night 'twas on mine Arme; I kiss'd it,
I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord
That I kisse aught but he.
Pis.
'Twill not be lost.
'Twill not be lost.
Imo.
I hope so: go and search.
I hope so: go and search.
Clot.
You haue abus'd me:
His meanest Garment?
You haue abus'd me:
His meanest Garment?
Imo.
I, I said so Sir,
If you will make't an Action, call witnesse to't.
I, I said so Sir,
If you will make't an Action, call witnesse to't.
Clot.
I will enforme your Father.
I will enforme your Father.
Imo.
Your Mother too:
She's my good Lady; and will concieue, I hope
But the worst of me. So I leaue you Sir,
Exit.To'th'worst of discontent.
Your Mother too:
She's my good Lady; and will concieue, I hope
But the worst of me. So I leaue you Sir,
Exit.To'th'worst of discontent.
Clot.
Ile be reueng'd:
Exit.His mean'st Garment? Well.
Ile be reueng'd:
Exit.His mean'st Garment? Well.
Scena Quarta.
Enter Posthumus, and Philario.
Post.
Feare it not Sir: I would I were so sure
To winne the King, as I am bold, her Honour
Will remaine her's.
Feare it not Sir: I would I were so sure
To winne the King, as I am bold, her Honour
Will remaine her's.
Phil.
What meanes do you make to him?
What meanes do you make to him?
Post.
Not any: but abide the change of Time,
Quake in the present winters state, and wish
That warmer dayes would come: In these fear'd hope
I barely gratifie your loue; they fayling
I must die much your debtor.
Not any: but abide the change of Time,
Quake in the present winters state, and wish
That warmer dayes would come: In these fear'd hope
I barely gratifie your loue; they fayling
I must die much your debtor.
Phil.
Your very goodnesse, and your company,
Ore-payes all I can do. By this your King,
Hath heard of Great Augustus: Caius Lucius,
Will do's Commission throughly. And I think
Hee'le grant the Tribute: send th'Arrerages,
Or looke vpon our Romaines, whose remembrance
Is yet fresh in their griefe.
Your very goodnesse, and your company,
Ore-payes all I can do. By this your King,
Hath heard of Great Augustus: Caius Lucius,
Will do's Commission throughly. And I think
Hee'le grant the Tribute: send th'Arrerages,
Or looke vpon our Romaines, whose remembrance
Is yet fresh in their griefe.
Post.
I do beleeue
(Statist though I am none, nor like to be)
That this will proue a Warre; and you shall heare
The Legion now in Gallia, sooner landed
In our not-fearing-Britaine, then haue tydings
Of any penny Tribute paid. Our Countrymen
Are men more order'd, then when Iulius Cæsar
Smil'd at their lacke of skill, but found their courage
Worthy his frowning at. Their discipline,
(Now wing-led with their courages) will make knowne
To their Approuers, they are People, such
That mend vpon the world.
I do beleeue
(Statist though I am none, nor like to be)
That this will proue a Warre; and you shall heare
The Legion now in Gallia, sooner landed
In our not-fearing-Britaine, then haue tydings
Of any penny Tribute paid. Our Countrymen
Are men more order'd, then when Iulius Cæsar
Smil'd at their lacke of skill, but found their courage
Worthy his frowning at. Their discipline,
(Now wing-led with their courages) will make knowne
To their Approuers, they are People, such
That mend vpon the world.
Enter Iachimo.
Phi.
See Iachimo.
See Iachimo.
Post.
The swiftest Harts, haue posted you by land;
And Windes of all the Corners kiss'd your Sailes,
To make your vessell nimble.
The swiftest Harts, haue posted you by land;
And Windes of all the Corners kiss'd your Sailes,
To make your vessell nimble.
Phil.
Welcome Sir.
Welcome Sir.
Post.
I hope the briefenesse of your answere, made
The speedinesse of your returne.
I hope the briefenesse of your answere, made
The speedinesse of your returne.
Iachi.
Your Lady,
Is one of the fayrest that I haue look'd vpon
Your Lady,
Is one of the fayrest that I haue look'd vpon
Post.
And therewithall the best, or let her beauty
Looke thorough a Casement to allure false hearts,
And be false with them.
And therewithall the best, or let her beauty
Looke thorough a Casement to allure false hearts,
And be false with them.
Iachi.
Heere are Letters for you.
Heere are Letters for you.
Post.
Their tenure good I trust.
Their tenure good I trust.
Iach.
'Tis very like.
'Tis very like.
Post.
Was Caius Lucius in the Britaine Court,
When you were there?
Was Caius Lucius in the Britaine Court,
When you were there?
Iach.
He was expected then,
But not approach'd.
He was expected then,
But not approach'd.
Post.
All is well yet,
Sparkles this Stone as it was wont, or is't not
Too dull for your good wearing?
All is well yet,
Sparkles this Stone as it was wont, or is't not
Too dull for your good wearing?
Iach.
If I haue lost it,
I should haue lost the worth of it in Gold,
Ile make a iourney twice as farre, t'enioy
A second night of such sweet shortnesse, which
Was mine in Britaine, for the Ring is wonne.
If I haue lost it,
I should haue lost the worth of it in Gold,
Ile make a iourney twice as farre, t'enioy
A second night of such sweet shortnesse, which
Was mine in Britaine, for the Ring is wonne.
Post.
The Stones too hard to come by.
The Stones too hard to come by.
Iach.
Not a whit,
Your Lady being so easy.
Not a whit,
Your Lady being so easy.
Post.
Make note Sir
Your losse, your Sport: I hope you know that we
Must not continue Friends.
Make note Sir
Your losse, your Sport: I hope you know that we
Must not continue Friends.
Iach.
Good Sir, we must
If you keepe Couenant: had I not brought
The knowledge of your Mistris home, I grant
We were to question farther; but I now
Professe my selfe the winner of her Honor,
Together with your Ring; and not the wronger
Of her, or you hauing proceeded but
By both your willes.
Good Sir, we must
If you keepe Couenant: had I not brought
The knowledge of your Mistris home, I grant
We were to question farther; but I now
Professe my selfe the winner of her Honor,
Together with your Ring; and not the wronger
Of her, or you hauing proceeded but
By both your willes.
Post.
If you can mak't apparent
That you haue tasted her in Bed; my hand,
And Ring is yours. If not, the foule opinion
You had of her pure Honour; gaines, or looses,
Your Sword, or mine, or Masterlesse leaue both
To who shall finde them.
If you can mak't apparent
That you haue tasted her in Bed; my hand,
And Ring is yours. If not, the foule opinion
You had of her pure Honour; gaines, or looses,
Your Sword, or mine, or Masterlesse leaue both
To who shall finde them.
Iach.
Sir, my Circumstances
Being so nere the Truth, as I will make them,
Must first induce you to beleeue; whose strength
I will confirme with oath, which I doubt not
Sir, my Circumstances
Being so nere the Truth, as I will make them,
Must first induce you to beleeue; whose strength
I will confirme with oath, which I doubt not
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