Act 1, Scene 6
Britain. Another room in Cymbeline’s palace.
- Enter Imogen alone.
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- A father cruel, and a step-dame false,
- A foolish suitor to a wedded lady
- That hath her husband banish’d. O, that husband!
- My supreme crown of grief, and those repeated
- Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol’n,
- As my two brothers, happy! But most miserable
- Is the desire that’s glorious. Blessed be those,
- How mean soe’er, that have their honest wills,
- Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!
- Enter Pisanio and Jachimo.
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- Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome,
- Comes from my lord with letters.
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- Change you, madam:
- The worthy Leonatus is in safety
- And greets your Highness dearly.
- Presents a letter.
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- Thanks, good sir,
- You’re kindly welcome.
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- All of her that is out of door most rich!
- If she be furnish’d with a mind so rare,
- She is alone th’ Arabian bird, and I
- Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend;
- Arm me audacity from head to foot,
- Or like the Parthian I shall flying fight—
- Rather, directly fly.
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- “He is one of the noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon him accordingly, as you value your trust—
- So far I read aloud—
- But even the very middle of my heart
- Is warm’d by th’ rest—and take it thankfully.
- You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I
- Have words to bid you, and shall find it so
- In all that I can do.
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- Thanks, fairest lady.
- What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes
- To see this vaulted arch and the rich crop
- Of sea and land, which can distinguish ’twixt
- The fiery orbs above, and the twinn’d stones
- Upon the number’d beach, and can we not
- Partition make with spectacles so precious
- ’Twixt fair and foul?
- What makes your admiration?
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- It cannot be i’ th’ eye: for apes and monkeys
- ’Twixt two such shes would chatter this way, and
- Contemn with mows the other; nor i’ th’ judgment:
- For idiots in this case of favor would
- Be wisely definite; nor i’ th’ appetite:
- Sluttery, to such neat excellence oppos’d,
- Should make desire vomit emptiness,
- Not so allur’d to feed.
- What is the matter, trow?
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- The cloyed will—
- That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub
- Both fill’d and running—ravening first the lamb,
- Longs after for the garbage.
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- What, dear sir,
- Thus raps you? Are you well?
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- Thanks, madam, well.
- To Pisanio.
- Beseech you, sir,
- Desire my man’s abode where I did leave him:
- He’s strange and peevish.
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- I was going, sir,
- To give him welcome.
- Continues well my lord? His health, beseech you?
- Well, madam.
- Is he dispos’d to mirth? I hope he is.
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- Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there
- So merry and so gamesome. He is call’d
- The Britain reveller.
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- When he was here,
- He did incline to sadness, and oft-times
- Not knowing why.
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- I never saw him sad.
- There is a Frenchman his companion, one
- An eminent monsieur that it seems much loves
- A Gallian girl at home. He furnaces
- The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly Britain
- (Your lord, I mean) laughs from ’s free lungs; cries “O,
- Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knows
- By history, report, or his own proof,
- What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose
- But must be, will ’s free hours languish for
- Assured bondage?”
- Will my lord say so?
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- Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter.
- It is a recreation to be by
- And hear him mock the Frenchman. But heavens know
- Some men are much to blame.
- Not he, I hope.
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- Not he; but yet heaven’s bounty towards him might
- Be us’d more thankfully. In himself, ’tis much;
- In you, which I account his, beyond all talents.
- Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound
- To pity too.
- What do you pity, sir?
- Two creatures heartily.
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- Am I one, sir?
- You look on me; what wrack discern you in me
- Deserves your pity?
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- Lamentable! What,
- To hide me from the radiant sun, and solace
- I’ th’ dungeon by a snuff!
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- I pray you, sir,
- Deliver with more openness your answers
- To my demands. Why do you pity me?
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- That others do
- (I was about to say) enjoy your—But
- It is an office of the gods to venge it,
- Not mine to speak on’t.
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- You do seem to know
- Something of me, or what concerns me: pray you—
- Since doubting things go ill often hurts more
- Than to be sure they do; for certainties
- Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,
- The remedy then born—discover to me
- What both you spur and stop.
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- Had I this cheek
- To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch
- (Whose every touch) would force the feeler’s soul
- To th’ oath of loyalty; this object, which
- Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,
- Firing it only here; should I (damn’d then)
- Slaver with lips as common as the stairs
- That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands
- Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood, as
- With labor); then by-peeping in an eye
- Base and illustrious as the smoky light
- That’s fed with stinking tallow: it were fit
- That all the plagues of hell should at one time
- Encounter such revolt.
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- My lord, I fear,
- Has forgot Britain.
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- And himself. Not I
- Inclin’d to this intelligence pronounce
- The beggary of his change; but ’tis your graces
- That from my mutest conscience to my tongue
- Charms this report out.
- Let me hear no more.
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- O dearest soul! Your cause doth strike my heart
- With pity that doth make me sick. A lady
- So fair, and fasten’d to an empery
- Would make the great’st king double—to be partner’d
- With tomboys hir’d with that self exhibition
- Which your own coffers yield; with diseas’d ventures
- That play with all infirmities for gold
- Which rottenness can lend nature; such boil’d stuff
- As well might poison poison. Be reveng’d,
- Or she that bore you was no queen, and you
- Recoil from your great stock.
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- How should I be reveng’d? If this be true
- (As I have such a heart that both mine ears
- Must not in haste abuse), if it be true,
- How should I be reveng’d?
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- Should he make me
- Live, like Diana’s priest, betwixt cold sheets,
- Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps,
- In your despite, upon your purse—revenge it.
- I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure,
- More noble than that runagate to your bed,
- And will continue fast to your affection,
- Still close as sure.
- What ho, Pisanio!
- Let me my service tender on your lips.
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- Away, I do condemn mine ears that have
- So long attended thee. If thou wert honorable,
- Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not
- For such an end thou seek’st—as base as strange.
- Thou wrong’st a gentleman, who is as far
- From thy report as thou from honor, and
- Solicits here a lady that disdains
- Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!
- The King my father shall be made acquainted
- Of thy assault. If he shall think it fit
- A saucy stranger in his court to mart
- As in a Romish stew, and to expound
- His beastly mind to us, he hath a court
- He little cares for and a daughter who
- He not respects at all. What ho, Pisanio!
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- O happy Leonatus! I may say,
- The credit that thy lady hath of thee
- Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodness
- Her assur’d credit. Blessed live you long,
- A lady to the worthiest sir that ever
- Country call’d his; and you his mistress, only
- For the most worthiest fit. Give me your pardon.
- I have spoke this to know if your affiance
- Were deeply rooted, and shall make your lord,
- That which he is, new o’er; and he is one
- The truest manner’d, such a holy witch
- That he enchants societies into him;
- Half all men’s hearts are his.
- You make amends.
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- He sits ’mongst men like a descended god;
- He hath a kind of honor sets him off,
- More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,
- Most mighty Princess, that I have adventur’d
- To try your taking of a false report, which hath
- Honor’d with confirmation your great judgment
- In the election of a sir so rare,
- Which you know cannot err. The love I bear him
- Made me to fan you thus, but the gods made you
- (Unlike all others) chaffless. Pray your pardon.
- All’s well, sir. Take my pow’r i’ th’ court for yours.
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- My humble thanks. I had almost forgot
- T’ entreat your Grace but in a small request,
- And yet of moment too, for it concerns:
- Your lord, myself, and other noble friends
- Are partners in the business.
- Pray, what is’t?
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- Some dozen Romans of us and your lord
- (The best feather of our wing) have mingled sums
- To buy a present for the Emperor;
- Which I (the factor for the rest) have done
- In France. ’Tis plate of rare device, and jewels
- Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
- And I am something curious, being strange,
- To have them in safe stowage. May it please you
- To take them in protection?
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- And pawn mine honor for their safety. Since
- My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them
- In my bedchamber.
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- They are in a trunk,
- Attended by my men. I will make bold
- To send them to you, only for this night;
- I must aboard tomorrow.
- O no, no.
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- Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word
- By length’ning my return. From Gallia
- I cross’d the seas on purpose and on promise
- To see your Grace.
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- I thank you for your pains:
- But not away tomorrow!
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- O, I must, madam.
- Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please
- To greet your lord with writing, do’t tonight.
- I have outstood my time, which is material
- To th’ tender of our present.
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- I will write.
- Send your trunk to me, it shall safe be kept,
- And truly yielded you. You’re very welcome.