Authors: William Shakespeare
To the Guard
Had ever scar for.
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— Let his arms alone,
They were not born for bondage.
CYMBELINE
Why, old soldier,
Wilt thou undo the
worth thou art unpaid for
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By
tasting of
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our wrath? How of descent
As good as we?
ARVIRAGUS
In that he spake too far.
CYMBELINE
And
thou
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shalt die for’t.
BELARIUS
We will die all three,
But I will
prove that two
on’s
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are as good
As I have
given out him.
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My sons, I must
For mine own part unfold a dangerous speech
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,
Though
haply
well for
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you.
ARVIRAGUS
Your danger’s ours.
GUIDERIUS
And our good his.
BELARIUS
Have at it then,
by leave.
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Thou hadst, great king, a subject who
Was called Belarius.
CYMBELINE
What of him? He is
A banished traitor.
BELARIUS
He it is that hath
Assumed this age
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: indeed, a banished man,
I know not how a traitor.
CYMBELINE
Take him hence,
The whole world shall not save him.
BELARIUS
Not too
hot
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:
First pay me for the nursing of thy sons,
And let
it
be
confiscate all
so
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soon
As I have received it.
CYMBELINE
Nursing of my sons?
Kneels
BELARIUS
I am too blunt and
saucy
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, here’s my knee:
Ere I arise I will
prefer
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my sons,
Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir,
These two young gentlemen that call me father,
And think they are my sons, are none of mine.
They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
And
blood
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of your begetting.
CYMBELINE
How, my issue?
BELARIUS
So sure as you your father’s. I, old Morgan,
Am that Belarius whom you
sometime
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banished:
Your pleasure was my
mere
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offence, my punishment
Itself, and all my treason.
That I suffered
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Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes —
For such and so they are — these twenty years
Have I trained up: those arts they have as I
Could
put into
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them. My breeding was, sir,
As your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,
Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
Upon my banishment: I
moved
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her to’t,
Having received the punishment before
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For that which I did then.
Beaten
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for loyalty
Excited
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me to treason. Their dear loss,
The more
of
you ’twas felt, the more it
shaped
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Unto my
end of
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stealing them. But, gracious sir,
Here are your sons again, and I must lose
Two of the sweet’st companions in the world.
The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy
To inlay heaven with stars.
CYMBELINE
Thou weep’st, and speak’st:
The
service
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that you three have done is more
Unlike
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than this thou tell’st. I lost my children:
If these be they, I know not how to wish
A pair of worthier sons.
BELARIUS
Be pleased awhile.
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This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Most worthy prince,
as yours
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, is true Guiderius:
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
Your younger princely son. He, sir, was
lapped
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In a most
curious
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mantle, wrought by th’hand
Of his queen mother, which for more
probation
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I can with ease produce.
CYMBELINE
Guiderius had
Upon his neck a mole, a
sanguine
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star.
It was a mark of wonder.
BELARIUS
This is he,
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.
CYMBELINE
O, what am I?
A mother to the birth of three? Ne’er mother
Rejoiced
deliverance
more: blest
pray
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you be,
That, after this strange
starting from your orbs
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,
You may reign in them now! O Innogen,
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
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INNOGEN
No, my lord:
I have got two worlds by’t. O my gentle brothers,
Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter
But
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I am truest speaker. You called me brother
When I was but your sister: I you brothers,
When ye were so indeed.
CYMBELINE
Did you e’er meet?
ARVIRAGUS
Ay, my good lord.
GUIDERIUS
And at first meeting loved,
Continued so until we thought he died.
CORNELIUS
By the queen’s dram she swallowed.
CYMBELINE
O
rare
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instinct!
When shall I hear all through? This
fierce abridgement
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Hath to it circumstantial
branches
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, which
Distinction should be rich in.
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Where? How lived you?
And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
How parted with your brothers? How first met them?
Why fled you from the court? And whither? These,
And
your three motives to
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the battle, with
I know not how much more, should be
demanded
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,
And all the other
by-dependences
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,
From
chance
to chance. But
nor
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the time nor place
Will serve
our long
interrogatories.
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See,
Posthumus
anchors
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upon Innogen,
And she, like harmless lightning,
throws her eye
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On him, her brothers, me, her master, hitting
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
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the temple with our sacrifices.—
To Belarius
Thou art my brother, so we’ll
hold
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thee ever.
INNOGEN
You are my father too, and did
relieve me
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To see this
gracious season.
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CYMBELINE
All o’erjoyed,
Save
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these in bonds: let them be joyful too,
For they shall
taste our comfort.
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INNOGEN
My good master,
I will yet do you service.
LUCIUS
Happy be you!
CYMBELINE
The
forlorn
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soldier, that so nobly fought,
He would have well
becomed
this place, and
graced
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The thankings of a king.
POSTHUMUS
I am, sir,
The soldier that did
company
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these three
In poor
beseeming
: ’twas a
fitment
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for
The purpose I then followed. That I was he,
Speak, Iachimo: I had you down, and might
Have made
you finish.
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Kneels
IACHIMO
I am down again:
But now my heavy conscience
sinks
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my knee,
As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so
often
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owe: but your ring first,
And here the bracelet of the truest princess
That ever swore her faith.
POSTHUMUS
Kneel not to me:
The power that I have on you is to spare you:
The malice towards you to forgive you. Live,
And deal with others better.
CYMBELINE
Nobly
doomed!
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We’ll learn our
freeness
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of a son-in-law:
Pardon’s the word to all.
ARVIRAGUS
You
holp
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us, sir,
As
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you did mean indeed to be our brother.
Joyed
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are we that you are.
POSTHUMUS
Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome,
Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, methought
Great Jupiter,
upon his eagle backed
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,
Appeared to me, with other
spritely shows
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Of mine own kindred. When I waked I found
This
label
on my bosom, whose
containing
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Is
so from sense in hardness
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that I can
Make no
collection of
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it. Let him show
His skill in the
construction.
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LUCIUS
Philharmonus.
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SOOTHSAYER
Here, my good lord.
LUCIUS
Read, and declare the meaning.
SOOTHSAYER
Reads
‘Whenas a lion’s
whelp
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shall, to himself
unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece
of tender air: and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped
branches, which being dead many years, shall after revive,
be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow, then shall
Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate and
flourish in peace and plenty.’
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion’s whelp:
The fit and apt construction of thy name,
To Cymbeline
The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
Which we call
‘
mollis aer
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’;
and
‘mollis aer’
We term it
‘mulier’
.— Which
‘mulier’
I
divine
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Is this most constant wife, who even now,
Answering the letter of the oracle,
Unknown to you, unsought, were
clipped about
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With this most tender air.
CYMBELINE
This hath some
seeming.
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SOOTHSAYER
The lofty
cedar
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, royal Cymbeline,
Personates
thee: and thy lopped branches
point
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Thy two sons forth, who by Belarius stol’n,
For many years thought dead, are now revived,
To the majestic cedar joined, whose
issue
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Promises Britain peace and plenty.
CYMBELINE
Well,
My peace we will begin.— And, Caius Lucius,
Although the victor, we submit to Caesar
And to the Roman empire, promising
To pay our
wonted
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tribute, from the which
We were dissuaded by our wicked queen,
Whom
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heavens in justice both on her and hers
Have laid most heavy hand.
SOOTHSAYER
The fingers of the powers above do tune
The harmony of this peace. The vision
Which I made known to Lucius ere the
stroke
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Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
Is full accomplished. For the Roman eagle,
From south to west on wing soaring aloft,
Lessened herself
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, and in the beams o’th’sun
So vanished; which foreshowed our princely eagle,
Th’imperial Caesar, should again unite
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which shines here in the
west.
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CYMBELINE
Laud
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we the gods,
And let our
crookèd
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smokes climb to their nostrils
From our blest altars.
Publish
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we this peace
To all our subjects.
Set we forward
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: let
A Roman and a British
ensign
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wave
Friendly together: so through Lud’s town march,
And in the temple of great Jupiter
Our peace we’ll ratify,
seal
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it with feasts.
Set on there!
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Never was a war did cease,
Ere bloody hands were washed, with such a peace.