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Cymbeline

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Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIGARUS, PISANIO, ATTENDANTS, and LORDS.	Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIGARUS, PISANIO, ATTENDANTS, and LORDS.
CYMBELINE Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart That the poor soldier that so richly fought, Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast 5 Stepped before targes of proof, cannot be found. He shall be happy that can find him, if Our grace can make him so.	CYMBELINE Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart That the poor soldier that so richly fought, Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast Stepped before targes of proof, cannot be found. He shall be happy that can find him, if Our grace can make him so.
BELARIUS I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing, 10 Such precious deeds in one that promised naught But beggary and poor looks.	BELARIUS I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing, Such precious deeds in one that promised naught But beggary and poor looks.
CYMBELINE No tidings of him?	CYMBELINE No tidings of him?
PISIANIO He hath been searched among the dead and living, But no trace of him.	PISIANIO He hath been searched among the dead and living, But no trace of him.
CYMBELINE 15 To my grief, I am The heir of his reward, which I will add To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, By whom I grant she lives. ’Tis now the time To ask of whence you are. Report it.	CYMBELINE To my grief, I am The heir of his reward, which I will add To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, By whom I grant she lives. ’Tis now the time To ask of whence you are. Report it.
BELARIUS 20 Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen. Further to boast were neither true nor modest, Unless I add we are honest.	BELARIUS Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen. Further to boast were neither true nor modest, Unless I add we are honest.
CYMBELINE Bow your knees. They kneel. He taps their shoulders with his sword. 25 Arise my knights o’ th’ battle. I create you Companions to our person, and will fit you With dignities becoming your estates. They rise. Enter CORNELIUS and LADIES. There’s business in these faces. Why so sadly Greet you our victory? You look like Romans, 30 And not o’ th’ court of Britain.	CYMBELINE Bow your knees. They kneel. He taps their shoulders with his sword. Arise my knights o’ th’ battle. I create you Companions to our person, and will fit you With dignities becoming your estates. They rise. Enter CORNELIUS and LADIES. There’s business in these faces. Why so sadly Greet you our victory? You look like Romans, And not o’ th’ court of Britain.
CORNELIUS Hail, great king. To sour your happiness I must report The Queen is dead.	CORNELIUS Hail, great king. To sour your happiness I must report The Queen is dead.
CYMBELINE Who worse than a physician 35 Would this report become? But I consider By med’cine life may be prolonged, yet death Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?	CYMBELINE Who worse than a physician Would this report become? But I consider By med’cine life may be prolonged, yet death Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
CORNELIUS With horror, madly dying, like her life, Which, being cruel to the world, concluded 40 Most cruel to herself. What she confessed I will report, so please you. These her women Can trip me if I err, who with wet cheeks Were present when she finished.	CORNELIUS With horror, madly dying, like her life, Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Most cruel to herself. What she confessed I will report, so please you. These her women Can trip me if I err, who with wet cheeks Were present when she finished.
CYMBELINE Prithee, say.	CYMBELINE Prithee, say.
CORNELIUS 45 First, she confessed she never loved you, only Affected greatness got by you, not you; Married your royalty, was wife to your place, Abhorred your person.	CORNELIUS First, she confessed she never loved you, only Affected greatness got by you, not you; Married your royalty, was wife to your place, Abhorred your person.
CYMBELINE She alone knew this, 50 And but she spoke it dying, I would not Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.	CYMBELINE She alone knew this, And but she spoke it dying, I would not Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.
CORNELIUS Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love With such integrity, she did confess Was as a scorpion to her sight, whose life, 55 But that her flight prevented it, she had Ta’en off by poison.	CORNELIUS Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love With such integrity, she did confess Was as a scorpion to her sight, whose life, But that her flight prevented it, she had Ta’en off by poison.
CYMBELINE O, most delicate fiend! Who is ’t can read a woman? Is there more?	CYMBELINE O, most delicate fiend! Who is ’t can read a woman? Is there more?
CORNELIUS More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had 60 For you a mortal mineral which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life and, ling’ring, By inches waste you. In which time she purposed, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O’ercome you with her show and, in time, 65 When she had fitted you with her craft, to work Her son into th’ adoption of the crown; But failing of her end by his strange absence, Grew shameless desperate; opened, in despite Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented 70 The evils she hatched were not effected; so Despairing died.	CORNELIUS More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had For you a mortal mineral which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life and, ling’ring, By inches waste you. In which time she purposed, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O’ercome you with her show and, in time, When she had fitted you with her craft, to work Her son into th’ adoption of the crown; But failing of her end by his strange absence, Grew shameless desperate; opened, in despite Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented The evils she hatched were not effected; so Despairing died.
CYMBELINE Heard you all this, her women?	CYMBELINE Heard you all this, her women?
LADIES We did, so please your Highness.	LADIES We did, so please your Highness.
CYMBELINE Mine eyes 75 Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her. Yet, O my daughter, That it was folly in me thou mayst say, 80 And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all. Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, SOOTHSAYER, and other ROMAN PRISONERS, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS behind, and IMOGEN as FIDELE, with BRITON SOLDIERS as guards. Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute. That The Britons have razed out, though with the loss Of many a bold one, whose kinsmen have made suit That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter 85 Of you their captives, which ourself have granted. So think of your estate.	CYMBELINE Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her. Yet, O my daughter, That it was folly in me thou mayst say, And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all. Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, SOOTHSAYER, and other ROMAN PRISONERS, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS behind, and IMOGEN as FIDELE, with BRITON SOLDIERS as guards. Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute. That The Britons have razed out, though with the loss Of many a bold one, whose kinsmen have made suit That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter Of you their captives, which ourself have granted. So think of your estate.
LUCIUS Consider, sir, the chance of war. The day Was yours by accident. Had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have 90 threatened Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be called ransom, let it come. Sufficeth A Roman with a Roman’s heart can suffer. 95 Augustus lives to think on ’t; and so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat: my boy, a Briton born, Let him be ransomed. Never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, 100 So tender over his occasions, true, So feat, so nurselike. Let his virtue join With my request, which I’ll make bold your Highness Cannot deny. He hath done no Briton harm, Though he have served a Roman. Save him, sir, 105 And spare no blood beside.	LUCIUS Consider, sir, the chance of war. The day Was yours by accident. Had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have threatened Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be called ransom, let it come. Sufficeth A Roman with a Roman’s heart can suffer. Augustus lives to think on ’t; and so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat: my boy, a Briton born, Let him be ransomed. Never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, So tender over his occasions, true, So feat, so nurselike. Let his virtue join With my request, which I’ll make bold your Highness Cannot deny. He hath done no Briton harm, Though he have served a Roman. Save him, sir, And spare no blood beside.
CYMBELINE I have surely seen him. His favor is familiar to me.—Boy, Thou hast looked thyself into my grace And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore, 110 To say “Live, boy.” Ne’er thank thy master. Live, And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, Fitting my bounty and thy state, I’ll give it, Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, The noblest ta’en.	CYMBELINE I have surely seen him. His favor is familiar to me.—Boy, Thou hast looked thyself into my grace And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore, To say “Live, boy.” Ne’er thank thy master. Live, And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, Fitting my bounty and thy state, I’ll give it, Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, The noblest ta’en.
IMOGEN 115 I humbly thank your Highness.	IMOGEN I humbly thank your Highness.
LUCIUS I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad, And yet I know thou wilt.	LUCIUS I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad, And yet I know thou wilt.
IMOGEN No, no, alack, There’s other work in hand. I see a thing 120 Bitter to me as death. Your life, good master, Must shuffle for itself.	IMOGEN No, no, alack, There’s other work in hand. I see a thing Bitter to me as death. Your life, good master, Must shuffle for itself.
LUCIUS The boy disdains me, He leaves me, scorns me. Briefly die their joys That place them on the truth of girls and boys. 125 Why stands he so perplexed?	LUCIUS The boy disdains me, He leaves me, scorns me. Briefly die their joys That place them on the truth of girls and boys. Why stands he so perplexed?
IMOGEN stares at IACHIMO	IMOGEN stares at IACHIMO
CYMBELINE What would’st thou, boy? I love thee more and more. Think more and more What’s best to ask. Know’st him thou look’st on? Speak. 130 Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? Thy friend?	CYMBELINE What would’st thou, boy? I love thee more and more. Think more and more What’s best to ask. Know’st him thou look’st on? Speak. Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? Thy friend?
IMOGEN He is a Roman, no more kin to me Than I to your Highness, who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer.	IMOGEN He is a Roman, no more kin to me Than I to your Highness, who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer.
CYMBELINE Wherefore ey’st him so?	CYMBELINE Wherefore ey’st him so?
IMOGEN 135 I’ll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing.	IMOGEN I’ll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing.
CYMBELINE Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What’s thy name?	CYMBELINE Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What’s thy name?
IMOGEN Fidele, sir.	IMOGEN Fidele, sir.
CYMBELINE 140 Thou ’rt my good youth, my page. I’ll be thy master. Walk with me. Speak freely.	CYMBELINE Thou ’rt my good youth, my page. I’ll be thy master. Walk with me. Speak freely.
BELARIUS Is not this boy revived from death?	BELARIUS Is not this boy revived from death?
ARVIRAGUS One sand another Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad 145 Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?	ARVIRAGUS One sand another Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?
GUIDERIUS The same dead thing alive.	GUIDERIUS The same dead thing alive.
BELARIUS Peace, peace. See further. He eyes us not. Forbear. Creatures may be alike. Were ’t he, I am sure He would have spoke to us.	BELARIUS Peace, peace. See further. He eyes us not. Forbear. Creatures may be alike. Were ’t he, I am sure He would have spoke to us.
GUIDERIUS 150 But we see him dead.	GUIDERIUS But we see him dead.

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Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIGARUS, PISANIO, ATTENDANTS, and LORDS.	Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIGARUS, PISANIO, ATTENDANTS, and LORDS.
CYMBELINE Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart That the poor soldier that so richly fought, Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast 5 Stepped before targes of proof, cannot be found. He shall be happy that can find him, if Our grace can make him so.	CYMBELINE Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart That the poor soldier that so richly fought, Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast Stepped before targes of proof, cannot be found. He shall be happy that can find him, if Our grace can make him so.
BELARIUS I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing, 10 Such precious deeds in one that promised naught But beggary and poor looks.	BELARIUS I never saw Such noble fury in so poor a thing, Such precious deeds in one that promised naught But beggary and poor looks.
CYMBELINE No tidings of him?	CYMBELINE No tidings of him?
PISIANIO He hath been searched among the dead and living, But no trace of him.	PISIANIO He hath been searched among the dead and living, But no trace of him.
CYMBELINE 15 To my grief, I am The heir of his reward, which I will add To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, By whom I grant she lives. ’Tis now the time To ask of whence you are. Report it.	CYMBELINE To my grief, I am The heir of his reward, which I will add To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain, By whom I grant she lives. ’Tis now the time To ask of whence you are. Report it.
BELARIUS 20 Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen. Further to boast were neither true nor modest, Unless I add we are honest.	BELARIUS Sir, In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen. Further to boast were neither true nor modest, Unless I add we are honest.
CYMBELINE Bow your knees. They kneel. He taps their shoulders with his sword. 25 Arise my knights o’ th’ battle. I create you Companions to our person, and will fit you With dignities becoming your estates. They rise. Enter CORNELIUS and LADIES. There’s business in these faces. Why so sadly Greet you our victory? You look like Romans, 30 And not o’ th’ court of Britain.	CYMBELINE Bow your knees. They kneel. He taps their shoulders with his sword. Arise my knights o’ th’ battle. I create you Companions to our person, and will fit you With dignities becoming your estates. They rise. Enter CORNELIUS and LADIES. There’s business in these faces. Why so sadly Greet you our victory? You look like Romans, And not o’ th’ court of Britain.
CORNELIUS Hail, great king. To sour your happiness I must report The Queen is dead.	CORNELIUS Hail, great king. To sour your happiness I must report The Queen is dead.
CYMBELINE Who worse than a physician 35 Would this report become? But I consider By med’cine life may be prolonged, yet death Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?	CYMBELINE Who worse than a physician Would this report become? But I consider By med’cine life may be prolonged, yet death Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
CORNELIUS With horror, madly dying, like her life, Which, being cruel to the world, concluded 40 Most cruel to herself. What she confessed I will report, so please you. These her women Can trip me if I err, who with wet cheeks Were present when she finished.	CORNELIUS With horror, madly dying, like her life, Which, being cruel to the world, concluded Most cruel to herself. What she confessed I will report, so please you. These her women Can trip me if I err, who with wet cheeks Were present when she finished.
CYMBELINE Prithee, say.	CYMBELINE Prithee, say.
CORNELIUS 45 First, she confessed she never loved you, only Affected greatness got by you, not you; Married your royalty, was wife to your place, Abhorred your person.	CORNELIUS First, she confessed she never loved you, only Affected greatness got by you, not you; Married your royalty, was wife to your place, Abhorred your person.
CYMBELINE She alone knew this, 50 And but she spoke it dying, I would not Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.	CYMBELINE She alone knew this, And but she spoke it dying, I would not Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.
CORNELIUS Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love With such integrity, she did confess Was as a scorpion to her sight, whose life, 55 But that her flight prevented it, she had Ta’en off by poison.	CORNELIUS Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love With such integrity, she did confess Was as a scorpion to her sight, whose life, But that her flight prevented it, she had Ta’en off by poison.
CYMBELINE O, most delicate fiend! Who is ’t can read a woman? Is there more?	CYMBELINE O, most delicate fiend! Who is ’t can read a woman? Is there more?
CORNELIUS More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had 60 For you a mortal mineral which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life and, ling’ring, By inches waste you. In which time she purposed, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O’ercome you with her show and, in time, 65 When she had fitted you with her craft, to work Her son into th’ adoption of the crown; But failing of her end by his strange absence, Grew shameless desperate; opened, in despite Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented 70 The evils she hatched were not effected; so Despairing died.	CORNELIUS More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had For you a mortal mineral which, being took, Should by the minute feed on life and, ling’ring, By inches waste you. In which time she purposed, By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to O’ercome you with her show and, in time, When she had fitted you with her craft, to work Her son into th’ adoption of the crown; But failing of her end by his strange absence, Grew shameless desperate; opened, in despite Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented The evils she hatched were not effected; so Despairing died.
CYMBELINE Heard you all this, her women?	CYMBELINE Heard you all this, her women?
LADIES We did, so please your Highness.	LADIES We did, so please your Highness.
CYMBELINE Mine eyes 75 Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her. Yet, O my daughter, That it was folly in me thou mayst say, 80 And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all. Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, SOOTHSAYER, and other ROMAN PRISONERS, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS behind, and IMOGEN as FIDELE, with BRITON SOLDIERS as guards. Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute. That The Britons have razed out, though with the loss Of many a bold one, whose kinsmen have made suit That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter 85 Of you their captives, which ourself have granted. So think of your estate.	CYMBELINE Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her. Yet, O my daughter, That it was folly in me thou mayst say, And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all. Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, SOOTHSAYER, and other ROMAN PRISONERS, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS behind, and IMOGEN as FIDELE, with BRITON SOLDIERS as guards. Thou com’st not, Caius, now for tribute. That The Britons have razed out, though with the loss Of many a bold one, whose kinsmen have made suit That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter Of you their captives, which ourself have granted. So think of your estate.
LUCIUS Consider, sir, the chance of war. The day Was yours by accident. Had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have 90 threatened Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be called ransom, let it come. Sufficeth A Roman with a Roman’s heart can suffer. 95 Augustus lives to think on ’t; and so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat: my boy, a Briton born, Let him be ransomed. Never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, 100 So tender over his occasions, true, So feat, so nurselike. Let his virtue join With my request, which I’ll make bold your Highness Cannot deny. He hath done no Briton harm, Though he have served a Roman. Save him, sir, 105 And spare no blood beside.	LUCIUS Consider, sir, the chance of war. The day Was yours by accident. Had it gone with us, We should not, when the blood was cool, have threatened Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives May be called ransom, let it come. Sufficeth A Roman with a Roman’s heart can suffer. Augustus lives to think on ’t; and so much For my peculiar care. This one thing only I will entreat: my boy, a Briton born, Let him be ransomed. Never master had A page so kind, so duteous, diligent, So tender over his occasions, true, So feat, so nurselike. Let his virtue join With my request, which I’ll make bold your Highness Cannot deny. He hath done no Briton harm, Though he have served a Roman. Save him, sir, And spare no blood beside.
CYMBELINE I have surely seen him. His favor is familiar to me.—Boy, Thou hast looked thyself into my grace And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore, 110 To say “Live, boy.” Ne’er thank thy master. Live, And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, Fitting my bounty and thy state, I’ll give it, Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, The noblest ta’en.	CYMBELINE I have surely seen him. His favor is familiar to me.—Boy, Thou hast looked thyself into my grace And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore, To say “Live, boy.” Ne’er thank thy master. Live, And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, Fitting my bounty and thy state, I’ll give it, Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner, The noblest ta’en.
IMOGEN 115 I humbly thank your Highness.	IMOGEN I humbly thank your Highness.
LUCIUS I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad, And yet I know thou wilt.	LUCIUS I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad, And yet I know thou wilt.
IMOGEN No, no, alack, There’s other work in hand. I see a thing 120 Bitter to me as death. Your life, good master, Must shuffle for itself.	IMOGEN No, no, alack, There’s other work in hand. I see a thing Bitter to me as death. Your life, good master, Must shuffle for itself.
LUCIUS The boy disdains me, He leaves me, scorns me. Briefly die their joys That place them on the truth of girls and boys. 125 Why stands he so perplexed?	LUCIUS The boy disdains me, He leaves me, scorns me. Briefly die their joys That place them on the truth of girls and boys. Why stands he so perplexed?
IMOGEN stares at IACHIMO	IMOGEN stares at IACHIMO
CYMBELINE What would’st thou, boy? I love thee more and more. Think more and more What’s best to ask. Know’st him thou look’st on? Speak. 130 Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? Thy friend?	CYMBELINE What would’st thou, boy? I love thee more and more. Think more and more What’s best to ask. Know’st him thou look’st on? Speak. Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? Thy friend?
IMOGEN He is a Roman, no more kin to me Than I to your Highness, who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer.	IMOGEN He is a Roman, no more kin to me Than I to your Highness, who, being born your vassal, Am something nearer.
CYMBELINE Wherefore ey’st him so?	CYMBELINE Wherefore ey’st him so?
IMOGEN 135 I’ll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing.	IMOGEN I’ll tell you, sir, in private, if you please To give me hearing.
CYMBELINE Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What’s thy name?	CYMBELINE Ay, with all my heart, And lend my best attention. What’s thy name?
IMOGEN Fidele, sir.	IMOGEN Fidele, sir.
CYMBELINE 140 Thou ’rt my good youth, my page. I’ll be thy master. Walk with me. Speak freely.	CYMBELINE Thou ’rt my good youth, my page. I’ll be thy master. Walk with me. Speak freely.
BELARIUS Is not this boy revived from death?	BELARIUS Is not this boy revived from death?
ARVIRAGUS One sand another Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad 145 Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?	ARVIRAGUS One sand another Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?
GUIDERIUS The same dead thing alive.	GUIDERIUS The same dead thing alive.
BELARIUS Peace, peace. See further. He eyes us not. Forbear. Creatures may be alike. Were ’t he, I am sure He would have spoke to us.	BELARIUS Peace, peace. See further. He eyes us not. Forbear. Creatures may be alike. Were ’t he, I am sure He would have spoke to us.
GUIDERIUS 150 But we see him dead.	GUIDERIUS But we see him dead.