As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; Cleo. This is my treasurer; let him speak, my
But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, Upon his peril, that I have reservd lord,
He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucus.
There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, Sel. Madam,
That grew the more by reaping: His delights I had rather seal my lips, than, to my peril,
Were dolphin-like: they show'd his back above Speak that which is not.
The element they livid in: In his livery


What have I kept back? Walk'd crowns and crownets; realmsand islands Sel. Enongh to purchase what you have made As plates dropp'd froin his pocket. [were known. Dol.

Cleopatra, Cæs. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra! I approve Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such Your wisdom in the deed. As this I dream'd of ?

(a man Cleo,

See, Cæsar! 0, behold Dol.

Gentle madam, no. How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; Creo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods. And, should we shift estates, yours would be But, if there be, or ever were one such, The ingratitude of this Seleucus does [mine. It's past the size ofdreaming: Nature wants stuff Even make me wild:-0 slave, of no more trust To viestrange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine Than love that's hird-What, go'st thou back? An Antony, were nature's piece gainst fancy,

thou shalt

[eyes, Condemning shadows quite.

Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thiné Dol.

Hear me, good madam: Though they had wings: Slave,soul-less villain, Your loss is as yourself, great; and you bear it O rarely base!

(dog! As answering to the weight: 'Would, I might Cos.

Good queen, let ns entreat you. O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel, (never Cleo. O Cæsar, what a wounding shume is this, By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me, My very heart at root.

Doing the honour of thy lordliness Cleo.

I thank you, sir, To one so meek, that mine own servant should Know you, what Cæsar means to do with me? Parcel the sum of my disgraces by

Dol. 'I am loath to tell you what I would you Addition of his envy! Say, good Cæsar,
Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir, --

[knew. That I some lady trifles have reserv'd, Dol.

Though he be honourable,- Immoment toys, things of such dignity Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph ? As we greet modern friends withal: and say, Dol.

Madain, he will ; Some nobler token I have kept apart I know it.

For Livia, and Octavia, to induce Within. Make way there,-Cæsar.

Their mediation ; must I be unfolded [me Enter CÆSAR, GALLUS, PROCULEIUS, MECENAS, With one that I have bred? The gods! it smites SELEUCUS, and Attendants.

Beneath the fall I have. 'Prythee, go hence; Cæs. Which is the queen

[To SeleucUS. Of Egypt?

Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits Dol.

'Tis the emperor, madam. Through the ashes of my chance.-Wert thon &

(CLEOPATRA kneels. Thou would'st have mercy on me. (man, Cos.


Forbear, Seleucus. You shall not kneel:

[Exit SELEUCUS. I pray you, rise, rise, Egypt.

Cleo. Be it known that we, the greatest, are Cleo,

Sir, the gods

misthought Will have it thus; my master and my lord For things that others do; and, when we fall, I must obey.

We answer others' merits in our name,
Cas. Take to you no hard thoughts : Are therefore to be pitied.
The record of what injuries you did us,


Cleopatra, Though written in our flesh, we shall remember Not what you have reserv’d, nor what acknowAs things but done by chance.

ledg'd Cleo.

Sole sir o' the world, Put we i’ the roll of conquest: still be it yours, I cannot project mine own cause so well Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe, To make it clear; but do confess, I have Cæsar's no merchant, to make prize with you Been laden with like frailties, which before Of things that merchants sold. Therefore be Have often sham'd our sex,


[queen; Cæs.

Cleopatra, know, Make not your thoughts yonr prisons: no, dear We will extenuate, rather than enforce; For we intend so to dispose you, as If you apply yourself to our intents [find Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep, (Which towards you are most gentle), you shall Our care and pity is so much upon you, A benefit in this change; but if you seek That we remain your friend; and so adieu. To lay on me a cruelty, by taking

Cleo. My master, and my lord ! Antony's course, you shall bereave yourself


Not so; Adieu. Of my good purposes, and put your children

[Errunt CÆBAR and his Train. To that destruction which I'll guard them from, Cleo. He words me, girls, he words me, that I If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.

should not Cleo. And may, through all the world ; 'tis Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. yours: and we

[Whispers CHARMIAN. Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, Iras. Finish, good lady: the bright day is done, shall

[lord. And we are for the dark. Hang in what place you please. Here, my good Cleo,

Hie thee again Cos. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. I have spoke already, and it is provided;

Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and Go, put it to the haste. I am possessed of; 'tis exactly valued; (jewels,


Madam, I will, Not petty things admitted.--Where's Seleucus?

Re-enter DOLABELLA. Sel. Here, madam.

Dol. Where is the queen ?

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Behold, sir. (Erit CHARMIAN. Jof honesty: how she died of the biting of it, Cleo.


what pain she felt.-Truly, she makes a very Doh Madam, as thereto sworn by your com- good report o' the worm : But he that will bemand,

lieve all that they say, shall never be saved by Which my love makes religion to obey, half that they do. But this is most fallible, the I tell you this : Cæsar through Syria

worm's an odd worm. Intends his journey; and, within three days, Cleo. Get thee hence; farewell. You with your children will he send before : Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm. Make your best use of this: 1 have perform'd Cleo. Farewell. [Clown sets down the Basket. Your pleasure and my promise.

Clown. You must think this, look you, that Cleo.

Dolabella, the worm will do his kind. I shall remain your debtor.

Clo. Ay, ay: farewell.

your servant,

Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trust-
Adieu, good queen: I must attend on Cæsar. ed, but in the keeping of wise people; for, in-
Cleo. Farewell, and thanks. (Exit Dol.] Now, deed, there is no goodness in the worm.
Iras, what think'st thou ?

Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded. Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shall be shown Clown. Very good: give it nothing, I pray In Rome, as well as I: mechanick slaves you, for it is not worth the feeding. With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Cleo. Will it eat me? Uplift us to the view ; in their thick breaths, Clown. You inust not think I am so simple, Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded, but I know the devil himself will not eat a And forc'd to drink their vapour.

woman: I know that a woman is a dish for the Iras.

The gods forbid! gods, if the devil dress her not. But, truly, Cleo. Nay,'tis most certain, Iras: Saucy lictors these same whord son devils do the gods great Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald harm in their women; for in every ten that rhymers

they make, the devils mar five. Ballad us out o' tune: the quick comedians Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell. Extemporally will stage us, and present Clown. Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy of the Our Alexandrian revels; Antony

(Exit. Shall be bronght drunken forth, and I shall see

Re-enter Iras, with a Robe, Crown, do Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I the posture of a whore.

Cleo, Give me my robe, put on my crown; I Iras. O the good gods !

Immortal longings in me: now no more have Cleo. Nay, that is certain.

The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip:-Iras. I'll never see it: for, I am sure, my nails Yare, yare, good Iras; quick.--Methinks, I lear Are stronger than mine eyes.

Antony call; I see him rouse himself
Why, that's the way

To praise my noble act; I hear him mock To fool their preparation, and to conquer

The luck of Cæsar, which the gods give men Their most absurd intents.- Now, Charmian?- To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Enter CIARMIAN.

Now to that name my courage prove my title ! Show me, my women, like a queen ;-Go fetch I am fire, and air; my other elements My best attires ;-I am again for Cydnus,

I give to baser life. So,--have you done? To meet Mark Antony :-Sirrah, Iras, go.

Come then, and take the last warmth of my Now, noble Charmian, we'll despatch indeed : lips. And, when thou hast done this chare, l'll give Farewell, kind Charmian:- Iras, long farewell. thee leave

[Kisses them. Iras falls and dies. To play till doomsday. Bring our crown and Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall ? Wherefore's this noise ?

If thou and nature can so gently part,
(Erit Iras. A noise within. The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Enter one of the Guard.

Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still? Guard.

Here is a rural fellow, if thus thou vanishest, thou tell'st the world That will not be denied your highness' presence, It is not worth leave-taking. He brings you figs.

Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I Cleo. Let him come in, Ilow poor an instru- The gods themselves do weep!

(may say, ment [Exit Guard. Cleo.

This proves me base : May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty.

If she first meet the curled Antony, My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing

He'll make demand of her; and spend that kiss, Of woman in me: Now from head to foot Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal I am marble constant; now the fleeting moon

wretch, No planet is of mine.

[To the Asp, which she applies to her Breast. Re-enter Guard, with a Clown, bringing a Basket. With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Guard. This is the man.

Of life at once untie; poor venomous fonl, Clo. Avoid, and leave him. [Eri! Guard. Be angry, and despatch. O, could'st thou speak! Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,

That I might hear thee call great Cæsar, ass That kills and pains not?

Unpolicies. Clown, Truly I have him: but I would not be

Char. O eastern star! the party that should desire you to touch him,


Peace, peace for his biting is immortal; those, that do die Dost thon not see my baby at my breast, of it, do seldom or never recover.

That sucks the nurse asleep? Cleo. Remember'et thou any that have died


O, break! 0, break! on't?

Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as genClown. Very many, men and women too. I

tle, heard of one of them no longer than yesterday; O Antony !--Nay, I will take thee too :at very honest woman, but something given to

[upplying another Asp to her Ame. lie; as a woman should not do, but in the way What should I stay- [Falls on a Bai, and diss


Char. In this wild worid ?-So fare thee Took her own way. The manner of their well

I do not see them bleed.

(deaths ? Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies Dol.

Who was last with them? A lass unparalleld.--Downy windows, close; 1 Guard. A simple country man, that brought And golden Phoebus never be beheld

This was his basket.

(her figs; Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry ; Cas.

Poison'd then. l'il mend it, and then play:

1 Guard.

O Cesar, Enter the Guard, rushing in.

This Charmian lived but now; she stood, and 1 Guard. Where is the queen?

I found her trimming up the diadem (spake: Char,

Speak softly, wake her not. On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood, 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent

And on the sudden dropp'd.

Too slowa messenger.

( noble weakness!-[Applies the asp. By external swelling; but she looks like sleep,

If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear 0, come; apace, despatch; I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho!' All's not well: Cæ- As she would catch another Antony sar's begrild.

[-call him.

In her strong toil of grace.

Dol. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar:

llere, on her breast, 1 Guard. What work is here ?-Charmian, is There is a vent of blood, and something blown?

The like is op her arm. this well done?

(tig-leaves Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves

1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail: and these Descended of so many royal kings. Ah, soldier


Upon the caves of Nile.

Most probable,

That so she died; for her physician tells me, Dol. How goes it here?

She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite 2 Guard. All dead.

Of easy ways to die.—Take up her bed ; Dol.

Caesar, thy thoughts And bear her women from the monument :Touch their effects in this: Thyself art coming She shall be buried by her Antony: To see perform'd the dreaded act, which hou

No grave upon the earth shall clip in it So songht'st to hinder.

A pair so famous. High events as these Within. A way there, a way for Cæsar! Strike those that make them: and their story is

Enter CÆSAR, and Attendants, No less in pity', than his glory, which Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer;

Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall, That you did fear, is done.

In solemn show, attend this funeral; Cos.

Bravest at the last, And then to Rome.--Come, Dolabella, see She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,' High order in this great solemnity. (Exeunt.


Persons Kepresented.
CYMBELIXE, King of Britain.

PISASI, Servant to Posthumus.
CLOTEN, Son to the Queen by a former Husband. CORNELIUK, a Physician
LEONATUS POSTHUXUS, a Centleman, Husband to Two Gentlemen.

Tico Gaolers.
BELARIUS, a banished Lord, disguised under the
name of Morgan.

Queen, Il'ife to Cymbeline GUIDERIUS,

Sans to Cymbeline,disguised under IMOGEN, Laughter toC'yinbeline by a former Queen.

the names of Polydore and Cad- HELEN, Woman to Imogen. ARVIKAGUB,

wal, supposed Sons in Belarius. PHILARIO, Friend to Posthumus,


Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, ApJACHMO, Friend to Philario,

paritions, a Soothsaver, e Dutch Gentleman,
A French Gentleman, Friend to Philario. a Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Officers,
Calls LUCIUS, General of the Roman Forces. Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other At-
A Roman Captain. Two British Captains. tendants.
SCENE--sometinus in Britain; sometimes in Italy.

He purpos'd to his wife's sole son (a widow
That late he married), hath referred herself

Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: She's wedSCENE I. Britain. The Garden behind Cym

ded; beline's Palace.

Her husband banish'd ; she imprison'd: all Enter Treo Gentlemen.

Is outward sorrow: though, I think, the king 1 Gent. You do not meet a man but frowns : Be touch'd at very heart. our bloods

2 Gent.

None but the king ? No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers; 1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the till seem, as does the king's.

queen, 2 Gent.

But what's the matter? That most desir'd the match: But not a courtier, 1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his! Although they wear their faces to the bent kingdom, whom

Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not

Art First

Glad at the thing they scowl at.

Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys (mus, 2 Gent.

And why so ? That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthu1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is so soon as I can win the offended king, a thing

I will be known your advocate: marry, yet Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her, The fire of rage is in him: and 'twere good, (I mean, that married her.-alack, good man!-You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience And therefore banishd) is a creatrire such Your wisdom may inform you. As, to seek through the regions of the earth Post.

Please your highness, For one his like, there would be something I will from hence to-day. failing


You know the peril :In him that should compare. I do not think, I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying So fair an outward, and such stuff within, The pangs of barr'd affections: though the king Endows a man but he.

Hath charg'd you should not speak together. 2 Gent. You speak him fair,

[Exit Queen. 1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Imo.

0 Crush him together, rather than unfold Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant His measure duly.

Can tickle where she wounds!—My dearest hus2 Gent. What's his name, and birth? band, 1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His I something fear myfather's wrath: but nothing father

(Always reserv'd my holy duty), what Was called Sicilius, who did join his honour His rage can do on me: you must be gone; Against the Romans, with Cassibelan; And I shall here abide the hourly shot But had his titles by Tenantius, whom Of angry eyes: not comforted to live, He serv'd with glory and admir'd success : But that there is this jewel in the world, So gain'd the sur-addition, Leonatus:

That I may see again. And had, besides this gentleman in question, Post.

My queen! my mistress! Two other sons, who, in the wars o' the time, O, lady, weep no more ; lest I give cause Died with their swords in hand; for which their To be suspected of more tenderness father

Than doth become a man! I will remain (Then old and fond of issue) took such sorrow, The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth. That he quit being; and his gentle lady, My residence in Rome, at one Philario's; Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd Who to my father was a friend, to me As he was born. The king, he takes the babe Known but by letter: thither write, my queen, To his protection; calls him Posthumus: And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you Breeds him, and makes him of his bedchamber: Though ink be made of gall.

(send, Puts him to all the learnings that his time

Re-enter Queen. Could make him the receiver of: which he took


De brief, I pray you: As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and In his spring became a harvest : Lir'd in court How much of his displeasure :-Yet I'll move

If the king come, I shall incur I know not (Whích rare it is to do)most prais'd, most lovid:

him A sample to the youngest; to the more mature to walk this way: I never do him wrong,

[4side. A glass that feated them; and to the graver, A Child that guided dotards; to his mistress, Pas dear for my offences.

But he does buy my injuries, to be friends :

Erit. For whom he now is banishid, --her own price

lost. Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue; As long a term as yet we have to live,,

Should we be taking leave By her election may be truly read, What kind of man he is.

The loathness to depart would grow: Adieu ! 2 Gent. I honour him

Imo. Nay, stay a little: Even out of your report. But, pray you tell me, Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;

Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Is she sole child to the king? 1 Gent,

His only child.

This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart He had two sons (if this be worth your hearing,

But keep it till you woo another wife,

When Imogen is dead. Mark it), the eldest of them at three years old,


Ilow! how! another? l' the swathing clothes the other, from their You gentle gods, give me but this I have, nursery


And sear up my embracements from a next Were stolen: and to this hour, no guess in know

With bonds of death !-Remain, remain thou Which way they went.


(Putting on the Ring. 2 Gent.

How long is this ago? 1 Gent. Some twenty years. [convey'd !

While sense can keepiton! And sweetest,fairest, 2 Gent. That a king's children should be 30 To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles

As I my poor self did exchange for you,
So slackly guarded! And the search so slow, I still win of you: For my sake, were this;
That could not trace them!
1 Gent.

is a manncle of love; I'll place it
Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at Upon this fairest prisoner.
Yet is it true, sir.

[lulling a Bracelet on her Arm.

Imo. 2 Gent. I do well believe you.

O, the gods!

When shali we see again? 1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the queen and princess.


Enter CYMRELINE and Lords.

SCENE II. The same.

Alack, the king !

Cym. The basest thing, avoid ! hence, from Enter the Queen, POSTHUMUR, and IMOGEN.

my sight! Queen. No, be assurd, you shall not find me, If, after this command, thou fraught the court daughter,

With thy unworthiness, thou diest : Away! After the slander of most step-mothers, Thou art poison to my blood. Evil-eyed unto you: you are my prisoner, but Post.

The gols protect you!


And bless the good remainders of the court! I pray you, speak with me : you shall, at least, I am gone.

[Erit. Go see my lord aboard: for this time, leave me. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death

(Exeunt, More sharp than this is.

SCENE III. A publick Place.
O disloyal thing,

Enter CLOTEN, and Two Lords,
That shouldst repair my youth; thou heapest

1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; A year's age on me! Imo. I beseech you, sir,

the violence of action hath made you reek as a

sacrifice: Where air comes out, air comes in: Harm not yourself with your vexation : I Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare

there's none abroad so wholesome as that you

vent. Subdues all pangs, all fears.

Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift itCym. Past grace? obedience ?

Have I hurt him?
Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way,
past grace.

(my queen!
2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience.

(Aside. Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an cass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for

1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carAnd did avoid a puttock.

(eagle, Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have steel, if it be not hurt. A seat for baseness.

[made my throne

2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o' the

backside the town. Imo.

(Aside. No; I rather added

Clo. The villain would not stand me.
A lustre to it.
O thou vile ope!

2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward Imo,

(dside. Sir,

your face

1 Lord. Stand you! you have land enough of It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus: You bred him as my playfellow ; and he is

your own: but he added to your having; gave A man, worth any woman: overbuys me

you some ground.

2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans: Almost the sum he pays. What!-art thou mad? Puppies !

(Asule. Cym. Imo. Almost, sir : Heaven restore me !

Clo. I would, they had not come between us. 'Would I were

2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus

long a fool you were upon the ground. [Aside.

Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and Our neighbour shepherd's son!

refuse me! Re-enter Queen.

2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, Cym. Thou foolish thing she is damned.

[Aside, They were again together: you have done 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty

(To the Queen. and her brain go not together: She's a good sigu, Not after our command. Away with her, but I have seen small reflection of her wit. And pen her up.

2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the Queen. Beseech your patience:-Peace, reflection should hurt her.

[Aside. Dear lady daughter, peace; Sweet sovereign, Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some had been some hurt done? Out of your best advice.

(confort 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the Cym.

Nay, let her languish fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. (Aside. A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,

Clo. You'll go with us? Die of this folly!

(Exit. 1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

Clo. Nay, come, let's go together.
Fye!-you must give way:
2 Lord. Well, my lord.

(Excunt. Here is your servant.--How now, sir? What

SCENE IV. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace. news? Pis. My lord your son drew on my master.

Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO. Qukm.

Ha! Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores No harm, I trust, is done?

o the haven, Pis.

There might have been, And question'dst every sail: if he should write,
But that my master rather play'd than fought, And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost
And had nó help of anger; they were parted As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
By gentlemen at hand.

That he spake to thee?
I am very glad on't. Pis.

'Twas, His queen, las queen! Imo. Your son's my father's friend: he takes Imo. Then way'd his handkerchief? his part.


And kiss'd it, madam. To draw upon an exile!) brave sir!

Imo. Senseless linen! happier therein than 1I would they were in Africk both together; And that was all ? Myself by with a needle, that I might prick His.

No, madam; for so long The goer back.-- Why came you from your As he could make me with this eye or ear master?

Distinguish him from others, he did keep
Pig. On his command: He would not suffer me The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
To bring him to the haven: left these notes Still waving, as the fits and stirs of his mind
Of what commands I should be subject to, Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,
When it pleas'd you to employ me.

How swift his ship.
This hath been Imo.

Thou should'st have made him
Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour, As little as a crow, or less, ere left
He will remain so.

To after-eye him.
I humbly thank your highness. Pis.

Madam, so I did.
Queen. Pray, walk a while.

Imo. I would have broke mine ege-stizzi Inw.

About some half hour hence, crack'd them, but

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