CYM BE LINE.

ACT I.

SCENE, Cymbeline's Palace in Britaine.

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Enter two Gentlemen.

I GENTLEMAN.

OU do not meet a man, but frowns: Our

bloods

No more obey the heavens than our courtiers;

Still feem, as does the King's.

2 Gent. But what's the matter?

1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of's Kingdom,

(whom

He purpos'd to his wife's fole fon, a widow

That late he married) hath referr'd herself
Unto a poor, but worthy, gentleman.
She's wedded; -

Her husband banish'd; fhe imprifon'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 Of the King's look) but hath a heart that is

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Glad

Glad at the thing they fcoul at.

2 Gent. And why fo?

1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the Princess, is a thing Too bad for bad report: and, he that hath her,

I mean that marry'd her, alack, good man!
And therefore banish'd) is a creature fuch,
As, to feek through the regions of the earth
For one his like, there would be fomething failing
In him that should compare. I do not think,
So fair an outward, and such stuff within
Endows a man but him.

2 Gent. You speak him fair.

1 Gent. I do extend him, Sir, within himself; Cruth him together, rather than unfold

His measure fully.

2 Gent. What's his name and birth?

1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: his father

Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour
Against the Romans, with Caffibelan;
But had his titles by Tenantius, whom
He ferv'd with glory and admir'd fuccefs;
So gain'd the fur-addition, Leonatus.

And had, befides this gentleman in queftion,

Two other fons; who, in the wars o'th' time,

Dy'd with their fwords 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 theam, deceas'd,
As he was born. The King, he takes the babe
To his protection, calls him Pofthumus,

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, faft as 'twas miniftred.

His fpring became a harvest: liv'd in Court
(Which rare it is to do,) moft prais'd, moft lov'd,
A fample to the young'ft; to th' more mature,
A glafs that featur'd them; and to the
graver,
A child that guided dotards. To his mistress,

(For

Cym. Nay, let her languish

A drop of blood a-day; and, being aged,

Die of this folly.

[Exit.

Enter Pifanio.

Queen. Fy, you must give way:

Here is your fervant. How now, Sir? what news

Pif. My Lord your fon drew on my master.

Queen. Hah!

No harm, I trust, is done?

Pif. There might have been,

But that my maiter rather play'd, than fought,
And had no help of anger: they were parted
By gentlemen at hand.

Queen. I'm very glad on't.

Imo. Your fon's my father's friend, he takes his part. To draw upon an exile: O brave Sir!

I would they were in Africk both together,

Myfelf by with a needle, that I might prick

The goer-back. Why came you from your master?
Pif. On his command; he would not fuffer me
To bring him to the haven: left these notes
Of what commands I fhould be fubject to,
When't pleas'd you to employ me.

Queen. This hath been

Your faithful fervant: I dare lay mine honour,
He will remain fo.

Pif. I humbly thank your Highness.

Queen. Pray, walk a while.

Imo. About fome half hour hence, pray you, fpeak

with me;

You fhall, at least, go fee my Lord aboard.

For this time leave me.

Enter Cloten, and two Lords.

[Exeunt.

1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to fhift a fhirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a facrifice. Where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad fo wholfome as that you vent.

Clot.

Clot. If my fhirt were bloody, then to fhift it Have I hurt him?

2 Lord. No, faith: Not fo much as his patience.

[Afide. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a paffable carcafs, if he be not hurt. It is a thorough-fare for steel, if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His fteel was in debt, it went o'th' backfide the town. [Afide.

Clot. The villain would not stand me.

2 Lord. No, but he fled forward ftill, toward your

face.

[Afide I Lord. Stand you? you have land enough of your own; but he added to your Having, gave you fome ground.

2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans, pup→

pies!

Clot. I would, they had not come between us.

a fool

[Afide.

2 Lord. So would I, you were upon [Afide. Clot. And that the fhould love this fellow, and refufe me!

'till you had measur'd how long the ground.

2 Lord. If it be a fin to make a true election, fhe's damn'd. [Afide.

1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together. She's a good Sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.

2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, left the reflection fhould hurt her. [Afide. Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'would, there had been fome hurt done!

2 Lord. I with not fo; unless it had been the fall of an afs, which is no great hurt.

Clot. You'll go with us?

1 Lord. I'll attend your Lordship. Clot. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my Lord.

[Afide.

[Exeunt.

SCENE,

SCENE, Imogen's Apartments.

Enter Imogen, and Pifanio.

Imo. And question'ft every fail: if he should write,

And I not have it, 'twere a paper loft

As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
That he spake with thee?

Pif. 'Twas, "His Queen, his Queen!"
Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief?
Pif. And kifs'd it, Madam.

Imo. Senfelefs linen, happier therein than I!
And that was all?

Pif. No, Madam; (3) for fo long

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As he could make me with this eye, or ear,
Diftinguifh him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fits and ftirs of's mind
Could beft express how flow his foul fail'd on,
How swift his fhip.

Imo. Thou fhouldst have made him

As little as a crow, or lefs, ere left

To after eye him.:

Pif. Madam, so I did.

Ime. I would have broke mine eye-ftrings; crackt 'em, but

To look upon him; 'till the dimunition

(3)

for fo long

As he could make me with his Eye or Ear

Diftinguish him from others, But how could Poflbumus make himfelf diftinguish'd by his Ear to Pifanio? by his Tongue he might, to the other's Ear: and this was certainly Shakespear's Intention We must therefore read, as Mr. Warburton hinted to me;

As he could make me with this Eye or Ear,
Diftinguish him from others,

The Expreffion is dens, as the Greeks term it: The Party speak ing points to the Party spoken of.

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