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ACT I
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For one his like, there would be something failing
In him that should compare. I do not think
So fair an outward, and such stuff within,

Endows a man but he.
SEC. GENT.

You speak him far.
FIRST GENT. I do extend him, Sir, within himself;

Crush him together, rather than unfold

His measure duly.
SEC. GENT.

What's his name and birth?
FIRST GENT. I cannot delve him to the root: his father

Was callid Sicilius, who did join his honour
Against the Romans with Cassibelan;
But had his titles by Tenantius, whom
He serv'd with glory and admir'd success;
So gain’d the sur-addition Leonatus :
And had, besides this gentleman in question,
Two other sons, who, in the wars o' the time,
Died with their swords in hand; for which their father,
Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow,
That he quit being; and his gentle Lady,
Big of this gentleman our theme, deceas'd
As he was born. The King he takes the babe
To his protection; calls him Posthumus Leonatus;
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber;
Puts to him all the learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and
In's spring became a harvest; liv'd in Court
(Which rare it is to do) most prais'd, most lov'd;
A sample to the youngest; to the more mature
A glass that feated' them; and to the graver
A child that guided dotards : to his mistress,
For whom he now is banish’d-her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
By her election may be truly read

What kind of man he is.
SEC. GENT.

I honour him
Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,

Is she sole child to the King ?
FIRST GENT.

His only child.

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He had two sons (if this be worth your hearing,
Mark it) the eldest of them at three years old,
l'the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery
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Which way they went.
SEC. GENT.

How long is this ago ?
FIRST GENT. Some twenty years.
SEC. GENT. That a King's children should be so con-

vey'd !
So slackly guarded I and the search so slow,

That could not trace them! FIRST GENT.

Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh’d at,

Yet is it true, Sir.
SEC. GENT.

I do well believe you.
FIRST GENT. We must forbear: here comes the gentle-

man,
The Queen, and Princess.

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Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.
QUEEN. No, be assur'd you shall not find me, Daughter,

After the slander of most stepmothers,
Evil-ey'd unto you: you're my prisoner, but
Your gaoler shall deliver you

the keys That lock up your restraint. For

you,

Posthumus,
So soon as I can win the offended King,
I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good
You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience
Your wisdom

may
inform

you. Post.

Please your Highness,
I will from hence to-day.
QUEEN.

You know the peril.
I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs

of barr'd affections; though the King
Hath charg'd you should not speak together. [exit.
Imo.

O
Dissembling Courtesy! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest Husband,
I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing

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(Always reserv'd my holy duty) what
His rage can do on me: you must be gone;
And I shall here abide the hourly shot
Of angry eyes; not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the World,

That I may see again.
Post.

My Queen! my Mistress!
O Lady, weep no more, lest I give cause
To be suspected of more tenderness
Than doth become a man! I will remain
The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth:
My residence in Rome at one Philario's;
Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter: thither write, my Queen,
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Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter the QUEEN.
QUEEN.

Be brief, I pray you :
If the King come, I shall incur I know not
How much of his displeasure. [aside.] Yet I'll move

him
To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;
Pays dear for

my
offences.

[exit. Post.

Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,

The lothness to depart would grow. Adieu !
Imo. Nay, stay a little:

Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, Love;
This diamond was my mother's: take it, Heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,

When Imogen is dead.
Post.

How, how ! another?
You gentle Gods, give me but this I have,
And searl up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death! Remain, remain thou here

(putting on the ring. While sense can keep it on !And, Sweetest, Fairest, 1 wrap up in a winding-sheet; or lock up; or a legal metaphor, from melting wax

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As I my poor self did exchange for you,
To your so infinite loss; so in our trifles
I still win of you: for my sake wear this;
It is a manacle of love; I'll place it
Upon this fairest prisoner.

(putting a bracelet

upon

her arm. IMO.

O the Gods !
When shall we see again?
Post.

Alack, the King!

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Enter CYMBELINE and Lords.
CYM. Thou basest Thing, avoid ! hence, from my sight!

If after this command thou fraught the Court
With thy unworthiness, thou diest : away!

Thou ’rt poison to my blood.
Post.

The Gods protect you !
And bless the good remainders of the Court !
I am gone.

[exit. Imo.

There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is.
СҮМ. .

O disloyal Thing,
That should'st repair my youth, thou heap'st

A year's age on me!
IMO.

I beseech you, Sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation :
I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare

Subdues all pangs, all fears.
СҮм.

Past grace ? obedience ?
Imo. Past hope, and in despair ; that way, past grace.
Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of my Queen!
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle,

And did avoid a puttock.
CYM. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have made my

throne
A seat for baseness.
IMO.

No; I rather added
A lustre to it.
СҮм. .

O thou vile One!
IMO.

Sir,
It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus :

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You bred him as my playfellow; and he is
A man worth any woman; overbuys me
Almost the sum

he

pays.
CYM.

What! art thou mad ?
IMO. Almost, Sir: Heaven restore me! Would I were

A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus
Our neighbour shepherd's son!

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Re-enter the QUEEN.
Сүм. .

Thou foolish Thing!
They were again together : you have done
Not after our command Away with her!
And
pen
her

up.
QUEEN.

Beseech

your patience. Peace,
Dear Lady Daughter, peace! Sweet Sovereign,
Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort

Out of your best advice.
СҮм. .

Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,

Die of this folly! [Exeunt CYMBELINE and Lords.
QUEEN.

Fie! you must give way.

Enter PISANIO.

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Here is your servant.

servant. How now, Sir! What news ?
Pis. My Lord your son drew on my master.
QUEEN.

Ha!
No harm, I trust, is done ?
Pis.

There might have been,
But that my master rather play'd than fought,
And had no help of anger : they were parted

By gentlemen at hand.
QUEEN.

I am very glad on 't.
Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his

part.
To draw upon an exile! O brave Sir!
I would they were in Afric both together;
Myself by with a needle, that I might prick

The goer-back. Why came you from your master ?
Pis. On his command: he would not suffer me

To bring him to the haven; left these notes

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