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A lass unparallel'd. Downy Windows, close;
Enter the Guard, rushing in.
FIRST GUARD. Where is the Queen?
FIRST GUARD. Cæsar hath sent—
Speak softly, wake her not.
Too slow a messenger.
O, come apace, dispatch: I partly feel thee.
SEC. GUARD. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar; call
FIRST GUARD. What work is here! Charmian, is this
CHAR. It is well done, and fitting for a Princess
DOL. How goes it here?
Cæsar, thy thoughts
[Within, A way there, a way for Cæsar!
Re-enter CESAR and all his Train, marching.
Brav'st at the last,
I do not see them bleed.
Who was last with them?
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA
FIRST GUARD. A simple countryman, that brought her
This was his basket.
This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood and spake :
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood,
And on the sudden dropp'd.
In her strong toil of grace.
Here, on her breast,
FIRST GUARD. This is an aspic's trail; and these fig-leaves
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
That so she died; for her physician tells me
Of easy ways to die. Take up her bed;
She shall be buried by her Antony:
No grave upon the Earth shall clip in it
A pair so famous. High events as these
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall
And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, see
CYMBELINE: KING OF BRITAIN.
CLOTEN SON TO THE QUEEN BY A FORMER HUSBAND. POSTHUMUS LEONATUS: A GENTLEMAN, HUSBAND TO IMOGEN.
BELARIUS: A BANISHED LORD, DISGUISED UNDER THE NAME OF MORGAN.
SONS TO CYMBELINE, DISGUISED UNDER THE GUIDERIUS: NAMES OF POLYDORE AND CADWAL, SUPARVIRAGUS: POSED SONS TO MORGAN. PHILARIO, FRIEND TO POSTHUMUS IACHIMO, FRIEND TO PHILARIO:
CAIUS LUCIUS: GENERAL OF THE ROMAN FORCES.
PISANIO: SERVANT TO POSTHUMUS.
A ROMAN CAPTAIN.
Two BRITISH CAPTAINS.
A FRENCHMAN: FRIEND TO PHILARIO.
QUEEN: WIFE TO CYMBELINE.
IMOGEN: DAUGHTER TO CYMBELINE BY A FORMER
LORDS, LADIES, ROMAN SENATORS, TRIBUNES, A SOOTHSAYER,
A DUTCHMAN, A SPANIARD, MUSICIANS, OFFICERS,
THE TRAGEDY OF
SCENE I. Britain. The Garden of CYMBELINE'S
Enter two Gentlemen.
FIRST GENT. You do not meet a man but frowns: our
No more obey the Heavens than our courtiers
Still seem as does the King.1
But what's the matter? FIRST GENT. His daughter, and the heir of's Kingdom,
He purpos'd to his wife's sole son (a widow
That late he married) hath referr'd herself
Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded;
Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the King
Be touch'd at very heart.
Of the King's looks, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowl at.
I mean that married her (alack, good man!
1 i.e. our dispositions are not more absolutely governed by the stars than our