Authors: William Shakespeare
Exeunt
Enter the Queen,
Posthumus
and
Innogen
QUEEN
No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander
80
of most stepmothers,
Evil-eyed unto you. You’re my prisoner, but
Your jailer shall deliver you the keys
That lock up your
restraint.
83
For you, Posthumus,
So soon as I can
win
84
th’offended king,
I will be known your advocate:
marry
85
, yet
The fire of rage is in him, and ’twere good
You
leaned unto
his sentence,
with what patience
87
Your wisdom may inform you.
POSTHUMUS
Please
89
your highness,
I will
from hence
90
today.
QUEEN
You know the
peril.
91
I’ll
fetch a turn
about the garden,
pitying
92
The
pangs of barred affections
93
, though the king
Hath
charged
94
you should not speak together.
Exit
INNOGEN
O
dissembling
95
courtesy! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,
I something fear my father’s wrath, but nothing —
Always
reserved my holy duty
98
— what
His rage can do on me. You must be gone,
And I shall here abide the
hourly shot
100
Of angry eyes: not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world
That I may see again.
POSTHUMUS
My queen, my mistress:
O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause
To be suspected of
more tenderness
106
Than doth become a man. I will remain
The loyal’st husband that did e’er
plight troth.
108
My residence in Rome, at one Philario’s,
Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter:
thither
111
write, my queen,
And with mine eyes I’ll drink the words you send,
Though ink be made of
gall.
113
Enter Queen
QUEEN
Be brief, I pray you:
If the king come, I shall incur I know not
Aside
How much of his displeasure.—Yet I’ll move him
To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
But he does
buy
118
my injuries to be friends:
Pays dear for my offences.
[
Exit
]
POSTHUMUS
Should we be taking leave
As long a
term
121
as yet we have to live,
The
loathness
122
to depart would grow. Adieu.
INNOGEN
Nay, stay a little:
Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too
petty.
125
Look here, love,
This diamond was my mother’s; take it, heart,
Gives a ring
But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Innogen is dead.
POSTHUMUS
How, how? Another?
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And
cere
131
up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death. Remain, remain thou here
Puts on the ring
While
sense
133
can keep it on: and sweetest, fairest,
As I my poor self did exchange for you
134
To your so infinite loss, so in our
trifles
135
I still win of you. For my sake wear this,
It is a manacle of love. I’ll place it
Upon this
fairest prisoner.
138
Puts a bracelet on her arm
INNOGEN
O, the gods!
When shall we
see
140
again?
Enter Cymbeline and Lords
POSTHUMUS
Alack
141
, the king!
CYMBELINE
Thou
basest
thing,
avoid hence
142
, from my sight:
If after this command thou
fraught
143
the court
With thy unworthiness, thou diest. Away,
Thou’rt poison to my blood.
POSTHUMUS
The gods protect you,
And bless the
good remainders
147
of the court:
I am gone.
Exit
INNOGEN
There cannot be a
pinch
149
in death
More sharp than this is.
CYMBELINE
O disloyal thing,
That shouldst
repair
152
my youth, thou heap’st
A year’s age on me.
INNOGEN
I beseech you, sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation,
I am
senseless of
your wrath; a
touch more rare
156
Subdues all pangs, all fears.
CYMBELINE
Past grace? Obedience?
INNOGEN
Past hope and in despair: that way
past grace.
159
CYMBELINE
That mightst have had the sole son of my queen.
INNOGEN
O, blest that I might not: I chose an eagle,
And did avoid a
puttock.
162
CYMBELINE
Thou took’st a beggar, wouldst have made my throne
A seat for baseness.
INNOGEN
No, I rather added a lustre to it.
CYMBELINE
O thou vile one!
INNOGEN
Sir,
It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:
You bred him as my playfellow, and he is
A man worth any woman:
overbuys me
170
Almost the sum he pays.
CYMBELINE
What? Art thou mad?
INNOGEN
Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were
A
neatherd’s
174
daughter, and my Leonatus
Our neighbour shepherd’s son.
Enter Queen
CYMBELINE
Thou foolish thing!—
To Queen
They were again together: you have done
Not
after
178
our command.— Away with her,
And pen her up.
QUEEN
Beseech
180
your patience: peace,
Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet sovereign,
Leave us to ourselves, and make yourself some comfort
Out of your
best advice.
183
CYMBELINE
Nay, let her
languish
184
A
drop of blood a day
184
, and being aged,
Die of this folly.
Exeunt
[
Cymbeline and Lords
]
Enter Pisanio
QUEEN
Fie, you must give way.
187
Here is your servant.—How now, sir? What news?
PISANIO
My lord your son
drew
189
on my master.
QUEEN
Ha?
No harm I trust is done?
PISANIO
There might have been,
But that my master rather played than fought,
And had
no help of anger
194
: they were parted
By gentlemen at hand.
QUEEN
I am very glad on’t.
INNOGEN
Your son’s my father’s friend, he
takes his part
197
To draw upon an exile.—O brave sir!—
I would they were in
Afric
199
both together,
Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
The
goer-back.
201
—Why came you from your master?
PISANIO
On his command: he would not
suffer
202
me
To bring him to the
haven
203
: left these notes
Of what commands I should be subject to,
When’t pleased you to employ me.
QUEEN
This hath been
Your faithful servant: I dare
lay
207
mine honour
He will remain so.
PISANIO
I humbly thank your highness.
To Innogen
QUEEN
Pray walk awhile.
To Pisanio
INNOGEN
About some half hour hence, pray you
speak with me.
You shall, at least, go see my lord aboard.
For this time leave me.
Exeunt
running scene 1 continues
Enter Cloten and two Lords
FIRST LORD
Sir, I would advise you to
shift a shirt
; the
violence
1
of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice:
where air comes
2
out, air comes in: there’s none
abroad
3
so wholesome as that
you vent.
CLOTEN
If my shirt were bloody,
then to
5
shift it. Have I hurt
him?
Aside
SECOND LORD
No, faith:
not so much as
7
his patience.
FIRST LORD
Hurt him? His body’s a
passable carcass
8
if he be not
hurt. It is a thoroughfare for steel if it be not hurt.
Aside
SECOND LORD
His steel was in debt, it went o’th’backside
10
the town.
CLOTEN
The villain would not
stand me.
12
Aside
SECOND LORD
No, but he fled forward still, toward your
face.
FIRST LORD
Stand you? You have land enough of your own: but
he added to your having, gave you some ground.
Aside
SECOND LORD
As many inches as you have oceans.
Puppies!
17
CLOTEN
I would they had not come between us.
Aside
SECOND LORD
So would I,
till you had measured how long
19
a fool you were upon the ground.
CLOTEN
And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!
Aside
SECOND LORD
If it be a sin to make a true
election
22
, she is
damned.
FIRST LORD
Sir, as I told you always: her beauty and her brain
go not together.
She’s a good sign
25
, but I have seen small
reflection
of her
wit.
26
Aside
SECOND LORD
She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection
should hurt her.
CLOTEN
Come, I’ll to my chamber:
would there had
29
been
some hurt done.
Aside
SECOND LORD
I wish not so, unless it had been the fall of
an
ass
32
, which is no great hurt.
CLOTEN
You’ll go with us?
FIRST LORD
I’ll attend your lordship.
CLOTEN
Nay, come, let’s go together.
SECOND LORD
Well
36
, my lord.
Exeunt
running scene 1 continues
Enter Innogen and Pisanio
INNOGEN
I would thou
grew’st unto
1
the shores o’th’haven,
And questioned’st every sail
2
: if he should write,
And I not have it, ’twere a paper lost,
As
offered mercy
4
is. What was the last
That he
spake
5
to thee?
PISANIO
It was his queen, his queen.
INNOGEN
Then waved his handkerchief?
PISANIO
And kissed it, madam.
INNOGEN
Senseless
9
linen, happier therein than I:
And that was all?
PISANIO
No, madam: for so long
As he could
make me
12
with this eye, or ear,
Distinguish him from others, he did
keep
13
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving,
as
the
fits and stirs of’s mind
15
Could best express how
slow his soul sailed on
16
,
How swift his ship.
INNOGEN
Thou shouldst have made him
18
As little as a crow, or less,
ere left
19
To
after-eye
20
him.
PISANIO
Madam, so I did.
INNOGEN
I would have broke mine
eyestrings
22
, cracked them, but
To look upon him, till the
diminution
23
Of space had
pointed
24
him sharp as my needle:
Nay, followed him, till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat to air: and then
Have turned mine eye, and wept. But, good Pisanio,
When shall we hear from him?
PISANIO
Be assured, madam,
INNOGEN
I did not take my leave of him, but had
Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him
How I would think on him at certain hours,
Such thoughts and such: or I could make him swear
The
shes
35
of Italy should not betray
Mine
interest
36
and his honour: or have charged him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight
37
,
T’encounter me with
orisons
38
, for then
I am in heaven for him: or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two
charming
41
words, comes in my father,
And like the tyrannous breathing of the
north
42
,
Shakes all our buds from growing.