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Troi. Hector is flain.

Enter Troilus.

All. Hector!- the gods forbid!

Troi. He's dead, and at the murtherer's horse's tail
In beaftly fort dragg'd through the shameful field.
Frown on, you heav'ns, effect your rage with speed;
Sit gods upon your thrones, and smile at Troy.
I say at once, let your brief plagues be mercy,
And linger not our fure destructions on.

Ene. My lord, you do difcomfort all the host.
Troi. You understand me not, that tell me so:
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death,
But dare all imminence, that gods and men
Address their dangers in.

Who fhall tell Priam fo?

Hector is gone! or Hecuba?

Let him that will a fcrietch-owl ay be call'd,
Go in to Troy, and say there, Hector's dead:
That is a word will Priam turn to stone;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives;
Cold ftatues of the youth; and in a word,
Scare Troy out of it felf. But march away,
Hector is dead: there is no more to say.
Stay yet, you vile abominable tents,

Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains:

Let Titan rise as early as he dare,

I'll through and through you. And thou, great-fiz'd coward!
No space of earth fhall funder our two hates,
I'll haunt thee, like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenfy's thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy! with comfort go:
Hope of revenge fhall hide our inward woe.
Enter Pandarus.
Pan. But hear you, hear you?

Troi.

Troi. Hence, brothel, lacky; ignominy, shame Purfue thy life, and live aye with thy name.

[Strikes him. [Exeunt. Oh world!

Pan. A goodly med'cine for mine a king bones! world! world! thus is the poor agent defpis'd: Oh, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you fet at work, and how ill requited? why should our endeavour be so lov'd, and the performance so loath'd? what verfe for it? what inftance for it? - let me fee ---

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Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing,
'Till he hath loft his honey and his fting;
But being once fubdu'd in armed tail,
Sweet honey and fweet notes together fail.

Good traders in the flesh, fet this in your painted cloths
As many as be here of Pandar's hall,

Your eyes half out, weep out at Pandar's fall;
Or if you cannot weep, yet give fome groans,
Though not for me, yet for your aking bones.
Brethren and fifters of the hold-door trade,
Some two months hence my will fhall here be made:
It should be now; but that my fear is this,

Some galled goofe of Winchefer would hiss; 'Till then, I'll fweat, and seek about for eases, And at that time bequeath you my diseases.

[Exit.

The publick fiews were anciently under the jurifdiction of the Bishop of Winchester.

CYM

CYMBELINE.

A

TRAGEDY.

VOL VI.

CYMBELINE, King of Britain.

Cloten, Son to the Queen by a former husband.'

Leonatus Pofthumus, a gentleman in love with the Princess, and privately married to her.

Guiderius, Difguis'd under the names of Polidore and Cadwal, fuppo-
Guvierius, Disguis'd under
fed fons to Bellarius.

Bellarius, a banish'd Lord, difguis'd under the name of Morgan.
Philario, an Italian, Friend to Pofthumus.

Jachimo, Friend to Philario.

Caius Lucius, Ambafador from Rome.
Pifanio, Servant to Pofthumus.

A French gentleman, friend to Philario.
Cornelius, a Doctor, Servant to the Queen.
Two Gentlemen.

Queen, Wife to Cymbeline.

Imogen, Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen.

Helen, Woman to Imogen.

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Ghofts,, a.Soothsayer, Captains, Soldiers, Meffengers, and other attendants.

SCENE, for fome part of the firft, fecond, and third Acts, lyes in Rome; for the reft of the Play in Britain.

Story partly taken from Boccace's Decameron, day 2. nov. 9. little befides the names being historical.

CYM

CYMBELINE.

ACT I. SCENE I

CYMBELINE's Palace in Britain.

Enter two Gentlemen.

I GENTLEMAN.

Ι

OU do not meet a man but frowns. Our bloods
No more obey the heavens than our courtiers;
But feem as do's the king's.

2 Gent. But what's the matter?

1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of's king-
dom (whom

He purpos'd to his wife's fole fon, a widow,
That late he married) hath referr'd her self
Unto a poor, but worthy gentleman.

She's wedded.

Her husband banish'd; fhe imprison'd. All
Is outward forrow, though I think the king
Be touch'd at very heart.

2 Gent. None but the king?

1 Gent. He that hath loft her too: fo is the queen, That most defir'd the match. But not a courtier, (Although they wear their faces to the bent

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