SCENE III.
Britain. CYMBELINE"S palace
Enter CYMBELINE, LORDS, PISANIO, and attendants
CYMBELINE. Again! and bring me word how "tis with her.
Exit an attendant 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, 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, Who needs must know of her departure and Dost seem so ignorant, we"ll enforce it from thee By a sharp torture.
PISANIO. Sir, my life is yours; I humbly set it at your will; but for my mistress, I nothing know where she remains, why gone, Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your Highness, Hold me your loyal servant.
LORD. Good my liege, 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.
CYMBELINE. The time is troublesome.
[To PISANIO] We"ll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend.
LORD. So please your Majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Are landed on your coast, with a supply Of Roman gentlemen by the Senate sent.
CYMBELINE. Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
I am amaz"d with matter.
LORD. Good my liege, 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 pow"rs in motion That long to move.
CYMBELINE. 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! Exeunt all but PISANIO PISANIO. I heard no letter from my master since I wrote him Imogen was slain. "Tis strange.
Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings. Neither know What is betid to Cloten, but remain Perplex"d in all. The heavens still must work.
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 clear"d: Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer"d. Exit
SCENE IV.
Wales. Before the cave of BELARIUS
Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS
GUIDERIUS. The noise is round about us.
BELARIUS. Let us from it.
ARVIRAGUS. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it From action and adventure?
GUIDERIUS. Nay, what hope Have we in hiding us? This way the Romans Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us For barbarous and unnatural revolts During their use, and slay us after.
BELARIUS. Sons, We"ll higher to the mountains; there secure us.
To the King"s party there"s no going. Newness Of Cloten"s death- we being not known, not muster"d Among the bands-may drive us to a render Where we have liv"d, and so extort from"s that Which we have done, whose answer would be death, Drawn on with torture.
GUIDERIUS. This is, sir, a doubt In such a time nothing becoming you Nor satisfying us.
ARVIRAGUS. It is not likely That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, Behold their quarter"d fires, have both their eyes And ears so cloy"d importantly as now, That they will waste their time upon our note, To know from whence we are.
BELARIUS. O, I am known Of many in the army. Many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him From my remembrance. And, besides, the King Hath not deserv"d my service nor your loves, Who find in my exile the want of breeding, The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless To have the courtesy your cradle promis"d, But to be still hot summer"s tanlings and The shrinking slaves of winter.
GUIDERIUS. Than be so, Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to th" army.
I and my brother are not known; yourself So out of thought, and thereto so o"ergrown, Cannot be questioned.
ARVIRAGUS. By this sun that shines, I"ll thither. What thing is"t that I never Did see man die! scarce ever look"d on blood But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison!
Never bestrid a horse, save one that had A rider like myself, who ne"er wore rowel Nor iron on his heel! I am asham"d To look upon the holy sun, to have The benefit of his blest beams, remaining So long a poor unknown.
GUIDERIUS. By heavens, I"ll go!
If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave, I"ll take the better care; but if you will not, The hazard therefore due fall on me by The hands of Romans!
ARVIRAGUS. So say I. Amen.
BELARIUS. No reason I, since of your lives you set So slight a valuation, should reserve My crack"d one to more care. Have with you, boys!
If in your country wars you chance to die, That is my bed too, lads, and there I"ll lie.
Lead, lead. [Aside] The time seems long; their blood thinks scorn Till it fly out and show them princes born. Exeunt
> ACT V. SCENE I.
Britain. The Roman camp
Enter POSTHUMUS alone, with a b.l.o.o.d.y handkerchief
POSTHUMUS. Yea, b.l.o.o.d.y cloth, I"ll keep thee; for I wish"d Thou shouldst be colour"d thus. You married ones, If each of you should take this course, how many Must murder wives much better than themselves For wrying but a little! O Pisanio!
Every good servant does not all commands; No bond but to do just ones. G.o.ds! if you Should have ta"en vengeance on my faults, I never Had liv"d to put on this; so had you saved The n.o.ble Imogen to repent, and struck Me, wretch more worth your vengeance. But alack, You s.n.a.t.c.h some hence for little faults; that"s love, To have them fall no more. You some permit To second ills with ills, each elder worse, And make them dread it, to the doer"s thrift.
But Imogen is your own. Do your best wills, And make me blest to obey. I am brought hither Among th" Italian gentry, and to fight Against my lady"s kingdom. "Tis enough That, Britain, I have kill"d thy mistress; peace!
I"ll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens, Hear patiently my purpose. I"ll disrobe me Of these Italian weeds, and suit myself As does a Britain peasant. So I"ll fight Against the part I come with; so I"ll die For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life Is every breath a death. And thus unknown, Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril Myself I"ll dedicate. Let me make men know More valour in me than my habits show.
G.o.ds, put the strength o" th" Leonati in me!
To shame the guise o" th" world, I will begin The fashion- less without and more within. Exit
SCENE II.
Britain. A field of battle between the British and Roman camps
Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and the Roman army at one door, and the British army at another, LEONATUS POSTHUMUS following like a poor soldier.
They march over and go out. Alarums. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS. He vanquisheth and disarmeth IACHIMO, and then leaves him
IACHIMO. The heaviness and guilt within my bosom Takes off my manhood. I have belied a lady, The Princess of this country, and the air on"t Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl, A very drudge of nature"s, have subdu"d me In my profession? Knighthoods and honours borne As I wear mine are t.i.tles but of scorn.
If that thy gentry, Britain, go before This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds Is that we scarce are men, and you are G.o.ds. Exit
The battle continues; the BRITONS fly; CYMBELINE is taken.
Then enter to his rescue BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS
BELARIUS. Stand, stand! We have th" advantage of the ground; The lane is guarded; nothing routs us but The villainy of our fears.
GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. Stand, stand, and fight!
Re-enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Britons; they rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then re-enter LUCIUS and IACHIMO, with IMOGEN
LUCIUS. Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself; For friends kill friends, and the disorder"s such As war were hoodwink"d.
IACHIMO. "Tis their fresh supplies.
LUCIUS. It is a day turn"d strangely. Or betimes Let"s reinforce or fly. Exeunt
SCENE III.