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Enter CYMBELINE, LORDS, PISANIO, and ATTENDANTS.
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Enter CYMBELINE, LORDS, PISANIO, and ATTENDANTS.
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CYMBELINE
Again, and bring me word how ’tis with her.
An ATTENDANT exits.
A fever, with the absence of her son;
A madness, of which her life’s in danger. Heavens,
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
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The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
So needful for this present. It strikes me past
The hope of comfort.—But for thee, fellow,
10
Who needs must know of her departure and
Dost seem so ignorant, we’ll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.
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CYMBELINE
Again, and bring me word how ’tis with her.
An ATTENDANT exits.
A fever, with the absence of her son;
A madness, of which her life’s in danger. Heavens,
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
So needful for this present. It strikes me past
The hope of comfort.—But for thee, fellow,
Dost seem so ignorant, we’ll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.
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PISIANO
Sir, my life is yours.
I humbly set it at your will. But for my mistress,
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I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your
Highness,
Hold me your loyal servant.
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PISIANO
Sir, my life is yours.
I humbly set it at your will. But for my mistress,
Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your
Highness,
Hold me your loyal servant.
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LORD
Good my liege,
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The day that she was missing, he was here.
I dare be bound he’s true and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will no doubt be found.
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LORD
Good my liege,
I dare be bound he’s true and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will no doubt be found.
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CYMBELINE
25
The time is troublesome.
To PISANIO. We’ll slip you for a season, but our jealousy
Does yet depend.
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CYMBELINE
To PISANIO. We’ll slip you for a season, but our jealousy
Does yet depend.
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LORD
So please your Majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
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Are landed on your coast with a supply
Of Roman gentlemen by the Senate sent.
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LORD
So please your Majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Of Roman gentlemen by the Senate sent.
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CYMBELINE
Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
I am amazed with matter.
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CYMBELINE
Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
I am amazed with matter.
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LORD
Good my liege,
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Your preparation can affront no less
Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you’re
ready.
The want is but to put those powers in motion
That long to move.
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LORD
Good my liege,
Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you’re
ready.
The want is but to put those powers in motion
That long to move.
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CYMBELINE
40
I thank you. Let’s withdraw,
And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us, but
We grieve at chances here. Away.
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CYMBELINE
And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us, but
We grieve at chances here. Away.
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They exit. PISANIO remains
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They exit. PISANIO remains
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PISANIO
I heard no letter from my master since
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I wrote him Imogen was slain. ’Tis strange.
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
To yield me often tidings. Neither know I
What is betid to Cloten, but remain
Perplexed in all. The heavens still must work.
50
Wherein I am false I am honest; not true, to be true.
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even to the note o’ th’ King, or I’ll fall in them.
All other doubts, by time let them be cleared.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
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PISANIO
I heard no letter from my master since
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
To yield me often tidings. Neither know I
What is betid to Cloten, but remain
Perplexed in all. The heavens still must work.
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even to the note o’ th’ King, or I’ll fall in them.
All other doubts, by time let them be cleared.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
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He exits.
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He exits.
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter CYMBELINE, LORDS, PISANIO, and ATTENDANTS.
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Enter CYMBELINE, LORDS, PISANIO, and ATTENDANTS.
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CYMBELINE
Again, and bring me word how ’tis with her.
An ATTENDANT exits.
A fever, with the absence of her son;
A madness, of which her life’s in danger. Heavens,
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
5
The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
So needful for this present. It strikes me past
The hope of comfort.—But for thee, fellow,
10
Who needs must know of her departure and
Dost seem so ignorant, we’ll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.
|
CYMBELINE
Again, and bring me word how ’tis with her.
An ATTENDANT exits.
A fever, with the absence of her son;
A madness, of which her life’s in danger. Heavens,
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
So needful for this present. It strikes me past
The hope of comfort.—But for thee, fellow,
Dost seem so ignorant, we’ll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.
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|
PISIANO
Sir, my life is yours.
I humbly set it at your will. But for my mistress,
15
I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your
Highness,
Hold me your loyal servant.
|
PISIANO
Sir, my life is yours.
I humbly set it at your will. But for my mistress,
Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your
Highness,
Hold me your loyal servant.
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LORD
Good my liege,
20
The day that she was missing, he was here.
I dare be bound he’s true and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will no doubt be found.
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LORD
Good my liege,
I dare be bound he’s true and shall perform
All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will no doubt be found.
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CYMBELINE
25
The time is troublesome.
To PISANIO. We’ll slip you for a season, but our jealousy
Does yet depend.
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CYMBELINE
To PISANIO. We’ll slip you for a season, but our jealousy
Does yet depend.
|
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LORD
So please your Majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
30
Are landed on your coast with a supply
Of Roman gentlemen by the Senate sent.
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LORD
So please your Majesty,
The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Of Roman gentlemen by the Senate sent.
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CYMBELINE
Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
I am amazed with matter.
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CYMBELINE
Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
I am amazed with matter.
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LORD
Good my liege,
35
Your preparation can affront no less
Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you’re
ready.
The want is but to put those powers in motion
That long to move.
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LORD
Good my liege,
Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you’re
ready.
The want is but to put those powers in motion
That long to move.
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CYMBELINE
40
I thank you. Let’s withdraw,
And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us, but
We grieve at chances here. Away.
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CYMBELINE
And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not
What can from Italy annoy us, but
We grieve at chances here. Away.
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They exit. PISANIO remains
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They exit. PISANIO remains
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PISANIO
I heard no letter from my master since
45
I wrote him Imogen was slain. ’Tis strange.
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
To yield me often tidings. Neither know I
What is betid to Cloten, but remain
Perplexed in all. The heavens still must work.
50
Wherein I am false I am honest; not true, to be true.
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even to the note o’ th’ King, or I’ll fall in them.
All other doubts, by time let them be cleared.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
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PISANIO
I heard no letter from my master since
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise
To yield me often tidings. Neither know I
What is betid to Cloten, but remain
Perplexed in all. The heavens still must work.
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even to the note o’ th’ King, or I’ll fall in them.
All other doubts, by time let them be cleared.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
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He exits.
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He exits.
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