Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedie of Cymbeline/Act 1 Scene 2
Scena Secunda.
Enter the Queene, Posthumus, and Imogen.
Qu.
No, be assur'd you shall not finde me (Daughter)
After the slander of most Step-Mothers,
Euill-ey'd vnto you. You're my Prisoner, but
Your Gaoler shall deliuer you the keyes
That locke vp your restraint. For you Posthumus,
So soone as I can win th'offended King,
I will be knowne your Aduocate: marry yet
The fire of Rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd vnto his Sentence, with what patience
Your wisedome may informe you.
No, be assur'd you shall not finde me (Daughter)
After the slander of most Step-Mothers,
Euill-ey'd vnto you. You're my Prisoner, but
Your Gaoler shall deliuer you the keyes
That locke vp your restraint. For you Posthumus,
So soone as I can win th'offended King,
I will be knowne your Aduocate: marry yet
The fire of Rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd vnto his Sentence, with what patience
Your wisedome may informe you.
Post.
'Please your Highnesse,
I will from hence to day.
'Please your Highnesse,
I will from hence to day.
Qu.
You know the perill:
Ile fetch a turne about the Garden, pittying
The pangs of barr'd Affections, though the King
ExitHath charg'd you should not speake together.
You know the perill:
Ile fetch a turne about the Garden, pittying
The pangs of barr'd Affections, though the King
ExitHath charg'd you should not speake together.
Imo.
O dissembling Curtesie! How fine this Tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds? My deerest Husband,
I something feare my Fathers wrath, but nothing
(Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty) what
His rage can do on me. You must be gone,
And I shall heere abide the hourely shot
Of angry eyes: not comforted to liue,
But that there is this Iewell in the world,
That I may see againe.
O dissembling Curtesie! How fine this Tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds? My deerest Husband,
I something feare my Fathers wrath, but nothing
(Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty) what
His rage can do on me. You must be gone,
And I shall heere abide the hourely shot
Of angry eyes: not comforted to liue,
But that there is this Iewell in the world,
That I may see againe.
Post.
My Queene, my Mistris:
O Lady, weepe no more, least I giue cause
To be suspected of more tendernesse
Then doth become a man. I will remaine
The loyall'st husband, that did ere plight troth.
My residence in Rome, at one Filorio's,
Who, to my Father was a Friend, to me
Knowne but by Letter; thither write (my Queene)
And with mine eyes, Ile drinke the words you send,
Though Inke be made of Gall.
My Queene, my Mistris:
O Lady, weepe no more, least I giue cause
To be suspected of more tendernesse
Then doth become a man. I will remaine
The loyall'st husband, that did ere plight troth.
My residence in Rome, at one Filorio's,
Who, to my Father was a Friend, to me
Knowne but by Letter; thither write (my Queene)
And with mine eyes, Ile drinke the words you send,
Though Inke be made of Gall.
Enter Queene.
Qu.
Be briefe, I pray you:
If the King come, I shall incurre, I know not
How much of his displeasure: yet Ile moue him
To walke this way: I neuer do him wrong,
But he do's buy my Iniuries, to be Friends:
Payes deere for my offences.
Be briefe, I pray you:
If the King come, I shall incurre, I know not
How much of his displeasure: yet Ile moue him
To walke this way: I neuer do him wrong,
But he do's buy my Iniuries, to be Friends:
Payes deere for my offences.
Post.
Should we be taking leaue
As long a terme as yet we haue to liue,
The loathnesse to depart, would grow: Adieu.
Should we be taking leaue
As long a terme as yet we haue to liue,
The loathnesse to depart, would grow: Adieu.
Imo.
Nay, stay a little:
Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe,
Such parting were too petty. Looke heere (Loue)
This Diamond was my Mothers; take it (Heart)
But keepe it till you woo another Wife,
When Imogen is dead.
Nay, stay a little:
Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe,
Such parting were too petty. Looke heere (Loue)
This Diamond was my Mothers; take it (Heart)
But keepe it till you woo another Wife,
When Imogen is dead.
Post.
How, how? Another?
You gentle Gods, giue me but this I haue,
And seare vp my embracements from a next,
With bonds of death. Remaine, remaine thou heere,
While sense can keepe it on: And sweetest, fairest,
As I (my poore selfe) did exchange for you
To your so infinite losse; so in our trifles
I still winne of you. For my sake weare this,
It is a Manacle of Loue, Ile place it
Vpon this fayrest Prisoner.
How, how? Another?
You gentle Gods, giue me but this I haue,
And seare vp my embracements from a next,
With bonds of death. Remaine, remaine thou heere,
While sense can keepe it on: And sweetest, fairest,
As I (my poore selfe) did exchange for you
To your so infinite losse; so in our trifles
I still winne of you. For my sake weare this,
It is a Manacle of Loue, Ile place it
Vpon this fayrest Prisoner.
Imo.
O the Gods!
When shall we see againe?
O the Gods!
When shall we see againe?
Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.
Post.
Alacke, the King.
Alacke, the King.
Cym.
Thou basest thing, auoyd hence, from my sight:
If after this command thou fraught the Court
With thy vnworthinesse, thou dyest. Away,
Thou'rt poyson to my blood.
Thou basest thing, auoyd hence, from my sight:
If after this command thou fraught the Court
With thy vnworthinesse, thou dyest. Away,
Thou'rt poyson to my blood.
Post.
The Gods protect you,
And blesse the good Remainders of the Court:
Exit.I am gone.
The Gods protect you,
And blesse the good Remainders of the Court:
Exit.I am gone.
Imo.
There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharpe then this is.
There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharpe then this is.
Cym.
O disloyall thing,
That should'st repayre my youth, thou heap'st
A yeares age on mee.
O disloyall thing,
That should'st repayre my youth, thou heap'st
A yeares age on mee.
Imo.
I beseech you Sir,
Harme not your selfe with your vexation,
I am senselesse of your Wrath; a Touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all feares.
I beseech you Sir,
Harme not your selfe with your vexation,
I am senselesse of your Wrath; a Touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all feares.
Cym.
Past Grace? Obedience?
Past Grace? Obedience?
Imo.
Past hope, and in dispaire, that way past Grace.
Past hope, and in dispaire, that way past Grace.
Cym.
That might'st haue had
The sole Sonne of my Queene.
That might'st haue had
The sole Sonne of my Queene.
Imo.
O blessed, that I might not: I chose an Eagle,
And did auoyd a Puttocke.
O blessed, that I might not: I chose an Eagle,
And did auoyd a Puttocke.
Cym.
Thou took'st a Begger, would'st haue made my
Throne, a Seate for basenesse.
Thou took'st a Begger, would'st haue made my
Throne, a Seate for basenesse.
Imo.
No, I rather added a lustre to it.
No, I rather added a lustre to it.
Cym.
O thou vilde one!
O thou vilde one!
Imo.
Sir,
It is your fault that I haue lou'd Posthumus:
You bred him as my Play-fellow, and he is
A man, worth any woman: Ouer-buyes mee
Almost the summe he payes.
Sir,
It is your fault that I haue lou'd Posthumus:
You bred him as my Play-fellow, and he is
A man, worth any woman: Ouer-buyes mee
Almost the summe he payes.
Cym.
What? art thou mad?
What? art thou mad?
Imo.
Almost Sir: Heauen restore me: would I were
A Neat-heards Daughter, and my Leonatus
Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne.
Almost Sir: Heauen restore me: would I were
A Neat-heards Daughter, and my Leonatus
Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne.
Enter Queene.
Cym.
Thou foolish thing;
They were againe together: you haue done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her vp.
Thou foolish thing;
They were againe together: you haue done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her vp.
Qu.
Beseech your patience: Peace
Deere Lady daughter, peace. Sweet Soueraigne,
Leaue vs to our selues, and make your self some comfort
Out of your best aduice.
Beseech your patience: Peace
Deere Lady daughter, peace. Sweet Soueraigne,
Leaue vs to our selues, and make your self some comfort
Out of your best aduice.
Cym.
Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a day, and being aged
Exit.Dye of this Folly.
Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a day, and being aged
Exit.Dye of this Folly.
Enter Pisanio.
Qu.
Fye, you must giue way:
Heere is your Seruant. How now Sir? What newes?
Fye, you must giue way:
Heere is your Seruant. How now Sir? What newes?
Pisa.
My Lord your Sonne, drew on my Master.
My Lord your Sonne, drew on my Master.
Qu.
Hah?
No harme I trust is done?
Hah?
No harme I trust is done?
Pisa.
There might haue beene,
But that my Master rather plaid, then fought,
And had no helpe of Anger: they were parted
By Gentlemen, at hand.
There might haue beene,
But that my Master rather plaid, then fought,
And had no helpe of Anger: they were parted
By Gentlemen, at hand.
Qu.
I am very glad on't.
I am very glad on't.
Imo.
Your Son's my Fathers friend, he takes his part
To draw vpon an Exile. O braue Sir,
I would they were in Affricke both together,
My selfe by with a Needle, that I might pricke
The goer backe. Why came you from your Master?
Your Son's my Fathers friend, he takes his part
To draw vpon an Exile. O braue Sir,
I would they were in Affricke both together,
My selfe by with a Needle, that I might pricke
The goer backe. Why came you from your Master?
Pisa.
On his command: he would not suffer mee
To bring him to the Hauen: left these Notes
Of what commands I should be subiect too,
When't pleas'd you to employ me.
On his command: he would not suffer mee
To bring him to the Hauen: left these Notes
Of what commands I should be subiect too,
When't pleas'd you to employ me.
Qu.
This hath beene
Your faithfull Seruant: I dare lay mine Honour
He will remaine so.
This hath beene
Your faithfull Seruant: I dare lay mine Honour
He will remaine so.
Pisa.
I humbly thanke your Highnesse.
I humbly thanke your Highnesse.
Qu.
Pray walke a-while.
Pray walke a-while.
Imo.
About some halfe houre hence,
Pray you speake with me;
You shall (at least) go see my Lord aboord.
Exeunt.For this time leaue me.
About some halfe houre hence,
Pray you speake with me;
You shall (at least) go see my Lord aboord.
Exeunt.For this time leaue me.