The Tragedie of Cymbeline.A madnesse, of which her life's in danger: Heauens,How deeply you at once do touch me.
The great part of my comfort, gone: My Queene
Vpon a despera
e bed, and in a time
When fearefull Warres point at me: Her Sonne gone,So needfull for this present? It strikes me, pastThe hope of comfort. But for thee, Fellow,Who needs must know of her departure, and
Dost seeme so ignorant, wee'l enforce it from theeBy a sharpe Torture.Pis.Sir, my life is yours,I humbly set it at your will: But for my Mistris,I nothing know where she remaines: why gone,
Nor when she purposes returne. Beseech your Highnes,Hold me your loyall Seruant.Lord.Good my Liege,The day that she was missing, he was heere;I dare be bound hee's true, and shall performe
All parts of his subiection loyally. For
There wants no diligence in seeking him,And will no doubt be found.Cym.The time is troublesome:Wee'l slip you for a season, but our iealousie
Do's yet depend.Lord.So please your Maiesty,The Romaine Legions, all from Gallia drawne,Are landed on your Coast, with a supplyOf Romaine Gentlemen, by the Senate sent.Cym.
Now for the Counsaile of my Son and Queen,I am amaz'd with matter.Lord.Good my Liege,Your preparation can affront no lesseThen what you heare of. Come more, for more you're
The want is, but to put those Powres in motion,That long to moue.Cym.I thanke you: let's withdrawAnd meete the Time, as it seekes vs. We feare notWhat can from Italy annoy vs, but
We greeue at chances heere. Away.ExeuntPisa.I heard no Letter from my Master, sinceI wrote him
Imogen was slaine. 'Tis strange:
Nor heare I from my Mistris, who did promiseTo yeeld me often tydings. Neither know I
What is betide to
Cloten, but remaine
Perplext in all. The Heauens still must worke:Wherein I am false, I am honest: not true, to be true.These present warres shall finde I loue my Country,Euen to the note o'th'King, or Ile fall in them:
All other doubts, by time let them be cleer'd,Fortune brings in some Boats, that are not steer'd.Exit.
[Act 4, Scene 4]
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, & Aruiragus.Gui.The noyse is round about vs.Bel.Let vs from it.Arui.What pleasure Sir, we finde in life, to locke it
From Action, and Aduenture.Gui.Nay, what hopeHaue we in hiding vs? This way the RomainesMust, or for Britaines slay vs or receiue vsFor barbarous and vnnaturall Reuolts
Bel.Sonnes,Wee'l higher to the Mountaines, there secure v..To the Kings party there's no going: newnesseOf
Clotens death (we being not knowne, nor muster'd
Among the Bands) may driue vs to a renderWhere we haue liu'd; and so extort from's thatWhich we haue done, whose answer would be deathDrawne on with Torture.Gui.This is (Sir) a doubt
In such a time, nothing becomming you,Nor satisfying vs.Arui.It is not likely,That when they heare their Roman horses neigh,Behold their quarter'd Fires; haue both their eyes
And eares so cloyd importantly as now,That they will waste their time vpon our note,To know from whence we are.Bel.Oh, I am knowneOf many in the Army: Many yeeres
(Though Cloten then but young) you see, not wore himFrom my remembrance. And besides, the KingHath not deseru'd my Seruice, nor your Loues,Who finde in my Exile, the want of Breeding;The certainty of this heard life, aye hopelesse
To haue the courtesie your Cradle promis'd,But to be still hot Summers Tanlings, andThe shrinking Slaues of Winter.Gui.Then be so,Better to cease to be. Pray Sir, to'th'Army:
I, and my Brother are not knowne; your selfeSo out of thought, and thereto so ore‑growne,Cannot be question'd.Arui.By this Sunne that shinesIle thither: What thing is't, that I neuer
Did see man dye, scarse euer look'd on blood,But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venison?Neuer bestrid a Horse saue one, that hadA Rider like my selfe, who ne're wore Rowell,Nor Iron on his heele
? I am asham'd
To looke vpon the holy Sunne, to haueThe benefit of his blest Beames, remainingSo long a poore vnknowne.Gui.By heauens Ile go,If you will blesse me Sir, and giue me leaue,
Ile take the better care: but if you will not,The hazard therefore due fall on me, byThe hands of Romaines.Arui.So say I, Amen.Bel.No reason I (since of your liues you setAn ink mark follows the end of this line.
So slight a valewation) should reserueMy crack'd one to more care. Haue with you Boyes:If in your Country warres you chance to dye,That is my Bed too (Lads) and there Ile lye.Lead, lead; the time seems long, their blood thinks scorn
Till it flye out, and shew them Princes borne.Exeunt.
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
[Act 5, Scene 1]
Enter Posthumus alone.Post.Yea bloody cloth, Ile keep thee: for I am wishtThou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones,If each of you should take this course, how manyMust murther Wiues much better then themseluesbbb2For