Authors: William Shakespeare
Cymbeline (9 page)
Takes off her bracelet
As slippery as the
Gordian knot
was
hard.
36
’Tis mine, and this will
witness outwardly
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,
As strongly as the conscience does within,
To
th’madding
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of her lord. On her left breast
A mole
cinque-spotted
: like the crimson
drops
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I’th’bottom of a
cowslip.
Here’s a
voucher
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Stronger than ever law could make; this
secret
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Will force him think I have
picked
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the lock and ta’en
The treasure of her honour. No more: to what end?
Why should I write this down that’s riveted,
Screwed to my memory? She hath been reading late,
The tale of
Tereus.
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Here the leaf’s turned down
Where Philomel
gave up.
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I have enough.
To th’trunk again, and shut the
spring
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of it.
Swift, swift, you
dragons of the night
, that
dawning
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May bare the raven’s eye! I lodge in fear:
Though
this
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a heavenly angel, hell is here.
Clock strikes
One, two, three: time, time!
Exit
[
into the trunk
]
Bed and trunk removed
running scene 5 continues
Enter Cloten and Lords
FIRST LORD
Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the
most coldest
that ever turned up
ace.
2
CLOTEN
It would make any man
cold
3
to lose.
FIRST LORD
But not every man patient
after
the noble
temper
4
of
your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win.
CLOTEN
Winning will put any man into courage. If I could
get this foolish Innogen, I should have gold enough. It’s
almost morning, is’t not?
FIRST LORD
Day, my lord.
CLOTEN
I would this music would come: I am advised to give
her music o’ mornings, they say it will
penetrate.
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—
Enter Musicians
Come on, tune: if you can penetrate her with your
fingering
12
,
so
: we’ll try
with tongue
too: if none will do, let her
remain
13
:
but I’ll never give o’er. First, a very excellent
good-conceited
14
thing; after, a wonderful sweet
air
15
, with admirable rich words
to it, and then let her consider.
Song
Sung by either Cloten or a Musician
Hark, hark, the lark at heaven’s gate sings,
His steeds to water at those
springs
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On
chaliced
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flowers that lies:
And
winking
Mary-buds
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begin to ope their golden eyes
With everything that pretty is, my lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise.
CLOTEN
So, get you gone: if this penetrate, I will consider
your music the better: if it do not, it is a vice in her ears
which
horsehairs
and
calves’ guts
, nor the voice of
unpaved
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eunuch
to boot
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, can never amend.
[Exeunt Musicians]
Enter Cymbeline and Queen
SECOND LORD
Here comes the king.
CLOTEN
I am glad I was up so late, for that’s the reason I was
up so early: he cannot choose but take this service I have
done
fatherly.
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— Good morrow to your majesty and to my
gracious mother.
CYMBELINE
Attend you here
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the door of our stern daughter?
Will she not forth?
CLOTEN
I have assailed her with musics, but she
vouchsafes
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no notice.
CYMBELINE
The exile of her
minion
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is too new,
She hath not yet forgot him: some more time
Must
wear
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the print of his remembrance on’t,
And then she’s yours.
QUEEN
You are most
bound
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to th’king,
Who lets go by no
vantages
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that may
Prefer
you to his daughter:
frame yourself
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To orderly solicits, and
be friended
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With aptness of the season: make
denials
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Increase your services: so seem, as if
You were inspired to do those duties which
You tender to her: that you in all obey her,
Save when command to your
dismission
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tends,
And therein you are
senseless.
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CLOTEN
Senseless? Not so.
[Enter a Messenger]
MESSENGER
So like you
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, sir, ambassadors from Rome;
The one is Caius Lucius.
CYMBELINE
A worthy fellow,
Albeit
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he comes on angry purpose now;
But that’s no fault of his: we must
receive
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him
According to the honour of
his sender
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,
And towards himself, his goodness
forspent
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on us,
We must extend our
notice.
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Our dear son,
When you have given good morning to your mistress,
Attend the queen and us. We shall have need
T’employ you towards this Roman.— Come, our queen.
Exeunt
[
all but Cloten
]
CLOTEN
If she be up, I’ll speak with her: if not,
Let her lie still and dream.— By your leave, ho!—
Knocks
I know her women are about her: what
If I do
line
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one of their hands? ’Tis gold
Which buys admittance — oft it doth — yea, and makes
Diana’s rangers
false
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themselves, yield up
Their deer to
th’stand o’th’stealer
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: and ’tis gold
Which makes the
true
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man killed and saves the thief:
Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man: what
Can it not do and undo? I will make
One of her women
lawyer to me
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, for
I yet not
understand the case
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myself.—
Knocks
By your leave.
Enter a Lady
LADY
Who’s there that knocks?
CLOTEN
A gentleman.
LADY
No more?
CLOTEN
Yes, and a gentlewoman’s son.
LADY
That’s more
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Than some whose tailors are as dear as yours
Can justly boast of: what’s your lordship’s pleasure?
CLOTEN
Your lady’s person: is she ready?
LADY
Ay,
To
keep
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her chamber.
CLOTEN
There is gold for you,
Gives money
LADY
How, my good name? Or to report of you
What I shall think is good? The princess.
Enter Innogen
[
Exit Lady
]
INNOGEN
Good morrow, sir. You
lay out
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too much pains
For purchasing
but
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trouble: the thanks I give
Is telling you that I am poor of thanks,
And scarce can spare them.
CLOTEN
Still I swear I love you.
INNOGEN
If you but said so, ’twere as
deep
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with me:
If you swear
still
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, your recompense is still
That I regard it not.
CLOTEN
This is no answer.
INNOGEN
But that you shall not say I yield being silent
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,
I would not speak. I pray you spare me: faith,
I shall
unfold
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equal discourtesy
To your best kindness: one of your great
knowing
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Should learn, being taught, forbearance.
CLOTEN
To leave you in your madness, ’twere my sin:
I will not.
INNOGEN
Fools cure not mad folks.
CLOTEN
Do you call me fool?
INNOGEN
As I am mad, I do:
If you’ll be patient, I’ll no more be mad.
That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,
You
put me
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to forget a lady’s manners
By being so
verbal
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: and learn now, for all,
That I,
which
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know my heart, do here pronounce
By th’very truth of it, I care not for you,
And am so near the lack of charity
To accuse myself I hate you, which I had rather
You felt than make’t my
boast.
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CLOTEN
You sin against
Obedience, which you owe your father. For
The contract you
pretend
with that
base wretch
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,
One
bred of alms
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and fostered with cold dishes,
With scraps o’th’court, it is no contract, none:
And though it be allowed in
meaner parties
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—
Yet who than he more mean? — to knit their souls,
On whom there is no more dependency
But brats and beggary, in
self-figured knot
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,
Yet you are
curbed from that enlargement
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by
The
consequence o’th’crown
, and must not
foil
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The precious
note
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of it with a base slave,
A
hilding
for a
livery
, a
squire’s cloth
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,
A
pantler
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; not so eminent.
INNOGEN
Profane fellow,
Wert thou the son of Jupiter, and no more
But what thou art besides,
thou wert
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too base
To be his
groom
:
thou wert dignified enough
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,
Even to the point of envy, if ’twere made
Comparative for your virtues
, to be
styled
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The
under-hangman
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of his kingdom, and hated
For being preferred so well.
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CLOTEN
The
south-fog
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rot him!
INNOGEN
He never can meet more mischance than come
To be but
named of thee.
His
meanest garment
143
That ever hath but
clipped
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his body is dearer
In my respect than all the hairs above thee,
Were they all
made such men.
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— How now, Pisanio?
Enter Pisanio
CLOTEN
His garment? Now the devil—
To Pisanio
INNOGEN
To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently.
CLOTEN
His garment?
INNOGEN
I am
sprited
with
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a fool,
Frighted and angered worse: go bid my woman
Search for a jewel that too casually
Hath left mine arm: it was thy master’s.
’Shrew
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me
If I would lose it for a revenue
Of any king’s in Europe. I do think
I saw’t this morning: confident I am.
Last night ’twas on mine arm; I kissed it.
I hope it be not gone to tell my lord
That I kiss
aught
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but he.
PISANIO
’Twill not be lost.
INNOGEN
I hope so: go and search.