Authors: William Shakespeare
Exit
PHILARIO
Quite
besides
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The
government
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of patience. You have won:
Let’s follow him and
pervert
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the present wrath
He hath against himself.
IACHIMO
With all my heart.
Exeunt
Enter Posthumus
POSTHUMUS
Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be
half-workers?
We are all bastards
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,
And that most
venerable
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man, which I
Did call my father, was I know not where
When I was
stamped.
Some
coiner
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with his tools
Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seemed
The Dian of that time: so doth my wife
The
nonpareil
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of this. O, vengeance, vengeance!
Me of my
lawful pleasure
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she restrained,
And
prayed me oft forbearance
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: did it with
A
pudency
so
rosy
, the sweet
view on’t
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Might well have warmed old
Saturn
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, that I thought her
As chaste as unsunned snow. O, all the devils!
This
yellow
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Iachimo in an hour — wast not? —
Or less —
at first?
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Perchance he spoke not, but
Like a
full-acorned boar
, a
German
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one,
Cried ‘O!’ and mounted; found no opposition
But what he
looked for
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should oppose, and she
Should from
encounter
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guard. Could I find out
The
woman’s part
in me — for there’s no
motion
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That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman’s part: be it lying, note it,
The woman’s: flattering, hers: deceiving, hers:
Lust and
rank
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thoughts, hers, hers: revenges, hers:
Ambitions,
covetings
,
change of prides
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, disdain,
Nice longing
, slanders,
mutability
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,
All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows,
Why, hers, in part or all: but rather all,
For even to vice
They are not constant, but are changing
still
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One vice,
but of
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a minute old, for one
Not half
so
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old as that. I’ll write against them,
Detest them, curse them: yet ’tis greater
skill
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In a true hate, to pray they
have their will
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:
The very devils cannot plague them better.
Exit
running scene 7
Enter in state Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten and Lords at one door, and at
another, Caius Lucius and Attendants
CYMBELINE
Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us?
LUCIUS
When Julius Caesar — whose
remembrance
yet
2
Lives in men’s eyes and will to ears and tongues
Be
theme
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and hearing ever — was in this Britain
And conquered it, Cassibelan, thine uncle —
Famous in Caesar’s praises no whit less
6
Than in his feats deserving it —
for him
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,
And his succession, granted Rome a tribute,
Yearly three thousand
pounds
9
, which by thee lately
Is left
untendered.
10
QUEEN
And to
kill the marvel
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,
Shall be so ever.
CLOTEN
There
be
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many Caesars
Ere such another Julius: Britain’s
A world by itself, and we will nothing pay
For wearing our own noses.
QUEEN
That opportunity
Which then they had to take
from’s
, to
resume
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We have again. Remember, sir, my
liege
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,
The kings your ancestors, together with
The natural
bravery of your isle
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, which stands
As
Neptune’s
park
, ribbed and
paled in
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With oaks unscalable and roaring waters,
With sands that will not
bear
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your enemies’ boats,
But
suck them up to th’topmast.
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A kind of conquest
Caesar made here, but made not here his brag
Of
‘came, and saw, and overcame’
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: with shame —
The first that ever touched him — he was carried
From off our coast, twice beaten: and his shipping —
Poor
ignorant baubles
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— on our terrible seas
Like eggshells moved upon their surges, cracked
As easily gainst our rocks. For joy whereof
The famed Cassibelan, who was once
at point
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—
O
giglot
fortune! — to
master
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Caesar’s sword,
Made
Lud’s town
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with rejoicing fires bright,
And Britons strut with courage.
CLOTEN
Come, there’s no more tribute to be paid: our
kingdom is stronger than it was at that time, and, as I said,
there is no more such Caesars. Other of them may have
crooked
noses, but to
owe
such
straight
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arms, none.
CYMBELINE
Son, let your mother end.
CLOTEN
We have yet many among us can
grip
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as hard as
Cassibelan: I do not say I am one, but I have a hand. Why
tribute? Why should we pay tribute? If Caesar can hide the
sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in his pocket, we
will pay him tribute for light:
else
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, sir, no more tribute, pray
you now.
To Lucius
CYMBELINE
You must know,
Till the
injurious
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Romans did extort
This tribute from us, we were free. Caesar’s ambition,
Which swelled so much that it did almost stretch
The sides o’th’world,
against all colour
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here
Did put the yoke upon’s; which to shake off
Becomes
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a warlike people, whom we reckon
Ourselves to be. We do say then to Caesar,
Our ancestor was that
Mulmutius
which
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Ordained our laws, whose
use
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the sword of Caesar
Hath too much mangled, whose
repair
and
franchise
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Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,
Though Rome be therefore angry. Mulmutius made our laws
Who was the first of Britain which did put
His brows within a golden crown and called
Himself a king.
LUCIUS
I am sorry, Cymbeline,
That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar —
Caesar, that hath more kings his servants than
Thyself domestic officers — thine enemy:
Receive it from me, then. War and
confusion
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In Caesar’s name
pronounce
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I gainst thee: look
For fury not to be resisted.
Thus defied
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,
I thank thee for myself.
CYMBELINE
Thou art welcome, Caius.
Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him: of him I gathered honour,
Which he to seek of me again,
perforce
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,
Behoves me keep at utterance.
I am
perfect
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That the
Pannonians and Dalmatians
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for
Their liberties are now in arms, a
precedent
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Which not to
read
would show the Britons
cold
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:
So Caesar shall not find them.
LUCIUS
Let proof speak.
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CLOTEN
His majesty bids you welcome.
Make pastime
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with
us a day or two, or longer: if you seek us afterwards in other
terms, you shall find us in our
saltwater girdle
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: if you beat us
out of it, it is yours: if you fall in the
adventure
, our
crows
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shall fare the better for you: and there’s an end.
LUCIUS
So
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, sir.
CYMBELINE
I know your master’s
pleasure
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, and he mine:
All
the remain
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is ‘Welcome’.
Exeunt
running scene 7 continues
Enter Pisanio, reading of a letter
PISANIO
How?
Of adultery?
Wherefore
1
write you not
What monster’s her accuser? Leonatus,
O master, what a strange infection
Is fall’n into thy ear! What false Italian,
As poisonous-tongued as handed
5
, hath prevailed
On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal? No.
She’s punished for her
truth
, and
undergoes
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,
More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults
As would
take in
some virtue.
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O my master,
Thy mind to her is now as low as were
Thy fortunes. How? That I should murder her,
Upon
12
the love and truth and vows which I
Have made to thy command? I, her? Her blood?
If it be so to do good service, never
Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,
That I should seem to lack humanity
Reads
So much as this
fact
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comes to? ‘Do’t: the letter
That I have sent her, by her own command
Shall give thee opportunity.’ O damned paper,
Black as the ink that’s on thee!
Senseless bauble
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,
Art thou a
fedary
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for this act, and look’st
So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.
Enter Innogen
I am
ignorant in
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what I am commanded.
INNOGEN
How now, Pisanio?
PISANIO
Madam, here is a letter from my lord.
INNOGEN
Who, thy lord? That is my lord, Leonatus!
O, learned indeed were that
astronomer
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That knew the stars as I his
characters
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—
He’d lay the future open. You good gods,
Let what is here contained
relish
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of love,
Of my lord’s health, of his content: yet
not
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That we two are asunder, let that grieve him;
Some griefs are
med’cinable
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, that is one of them,
For it doth
physic love
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: of his content,
All but in that. Good
wax
,
thy leave
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: blest be
Opens the seal
You bees that make these
locks of counsel!
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Lovers
And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike:
Though
forfeiters
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you cast in prison, yet
Reads
‘Justice and your father’s wrath, should he take me in his
dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as you, O the dearest
of creatures, would
even renew
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me with your eyes. Take
notice that I am in
Cambria
, at
Milford Haven
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: what your
own love will out of this advise you, follow. So he wishes you
all happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your
increasing in love, Leonatus Posthumus.’
O, for a horse with wings! Hear’st thou, Pisanio?
He is at Milford Haven: read, and tell me
How far ’tis thither. If one of
mean affairs
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May plod it in a week, why may not I
Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,
Who long’st like me to see thy lord; who long’st —
O, let me
bate
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— but not like me: yet long’st
But in a
fainter kind.
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O, not like me,
For
mine
’s beyond, beyond: say, and speak
thick
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—
Love’s counsellor should fill the
bores of hearing
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,
To th’
smothering
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of the sense — how far it is
To this same blessèd Milford. And
by th’way
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Tell me how Wales was made so happy as
T’inherit such a haven. But first of all,
How we may
steal
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from hence: and for the gap
That we shall make in time, from our hence-going
And our return,
to excuse
: but first,
how get hence.
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Why should excuse be born or e’er begot?
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We’ll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak,
How many
score
of miles may we
well
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ride
PISANIO
One score
’twixt sun and sun
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,
Madam, ’s enough for you: and too much too.
INNOGEN
Why, one that rode to’s execution, man,
Could never go so slow: I have heard of
riding wagers
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,
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run
i’th’clock’s behalf.
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But this is foolery:
Go, bid my woman
feign
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a sickness, say
She’ll
home
to her father; and provide me
presently
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A riding-suit, no costlier than would
fit
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A
franklin
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’s housewife.
PISANIO
Madam,
you’re best
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consider.
INNOGEN
I see
before me
, man:
nor
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here, nor here,
Nor
what ensues
,
but
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have a fog in them
That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee,
Do as I bid thee: there’s no more to say:
Accessible is
none
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but Milford way.