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Cymbeline: Act III, Scene 6

Cymbeline
Act III, Scene 6

Wales. Before Belarius’ cave.

  1. Enter Imogen alone in boy’s clothes.

Imogen

1 - 27
  1. I see a man’s life is a tedious one,
  2. I have tir’d myself; and for two nights together
  3. Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,
  4. But that my resolution helps me. Milford,
  5. When from the mountain top Pisanio show’d thee,
  6. Thou wast within a ken. O Jove, I think
  7. Foundations fly the wretched: such, I mean,
  8. Where they should be reliev’d. Two beggars told me
  9. I could not miss my way. Will poor folks lie,
  10. That have afflictions on them, knowing ’tis
  11. A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder,
  12. When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fullness
  13. Is sorer than to lie for need; and falsehood
  14. Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord,
  15. Thou art one o’ th’ false ones. Now I think on thee,
  16. My hunger’s gone; but even before, I was
  17. At point to sink for food. But what is this?
  18. Here is a path to’t; ’tis some savage hold.
  19. I were best not call; I dare not call; yet famine,
  20. Ere clean it o’erthrow nature, makes it valiant.
  21. Plenty and peace breeds cowards; hardness ever
  22. Of hardiness is mother. Ho! Who’s here?
  23. If any thing that’s civil, speak; if savage,
  24. Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I’ll enter.
  25. Best draw my sword; and if mine enemy
  26. But fear the sword like me, he’ll scarcely look on’t.
  27. Such a foe, good heavens!
  1. Exit to the cave.
  1. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.

Belarius

28 - 36
  1. You, Polydore, have prov’d best woodman, and
  2. Are master of the feast. Cadwal and I
  3. Will play the cook and servant, ’tis our match.
  4. The sweat of industry would dry and die,
  5. But for the end it works to. Come, our stomachs
  6. Will make what’s homely savory; weariness
  7. Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
  8. Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here,
  9. Poor house, that keep’st thyself!

Guiderius

37
  1.                                   I am throughly weary.

Arviragus

38
  1. I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.

Guiderius

39 - 40
  1. There is cold meat i’ th’ cave, we’ll browse on that
  2. Whilst what we have kill’d be cook’d.

Belarius

41 - 43
  1. Looking into the cave.
  2.                                       Stay, come not in.
  3. But that it eats our victuals, I should think
  4. Here were a fairy.

Guiderius

44
  1.                    What’s the matter, sir?

Belarius

45 - 47
  1. By Jupiter, an angel! Or if not,
  2. An earthly paragon! Behold divineness
  3. No elder than a boy!
  1. Enter Imogen.

Imogen

48 - 55
  1. Good masters, harm me not.
  2. Before I enter’d here I call’d, and thought
  3. To have begg’d or bought what I have took. Good troth,
  4. I have stol’n nought, nor would not, though I had found
  5. Gold strew’d i’ th’ floor. Here’s money for my meat,
  6. I would have left it on the board so soon
  7. As I had made my meal, and parted with
  8. Pray’rs for the provider.

Guiderius

56
  1.                           Money, youth?

Arviragus

57 - 59
  1. All gold and silver rather turn to dirt,
  2. As ’tis no better reckon’d, but of those
  3. Who worship dirty gods.

Imogen

60 - 62
  1.                         I see you’re angry.
  2. Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
  3. Have died had I not made it.

Belarius

63
  1.                              Whither bound?

Imogen

64
  1. To Milford-Haven.

Belarius

65
  1. What’s your name?

Imogen

66 - 69
  1. Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who
  2. Is bound for Italy; he embark’d at Milford;
  3. To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,
  4. I am fall’n in this offense.

Belarius

70 - 75
  1.                              Prithee, fair youth,
  2. Think us no churls; nor measure our good minds
  3. By this rude place we live in. Well encounter’d!
  4. ’Tis almost night, you shall have better cheer
  5. Ere you depart, and thanks to stay and eat it.
  6. Boys, bid him welcome.

Guiderius

76 - 78
  1.                        Were you a woman, youth,
  2. I should woo hard but be your groom in honesty:
  3. I bid for you as I do buy.

Arviragus

79 - 83
  1.                            I’ll make’t my comfort
  2. He is a man, I’ll love him as my brother:
  3. And such a welcome as I’ld give to him
  4. After long absence, such is yours. Most welcome!
  5. Be sprightly, for you fall ’mongst friends.

Imogen

84 - 88
  1. Aside.
  2.                                             ’Mongst friends?
  3. If brothers: would it had been so, that they
  4. Had been my father’s sons, then had my prize
  5. Been less, and so more equal ballasting
  6. To thee, Posthumus.

Belarius

89
  1.                     He wrings at some distress.

Guiderius

90
  1. Would I could free’t!

Arviragus

91 - 92
  1.                       Or I, what e’er it be,
  2. What pain it cost, what danger. Gods!

Belarius

93
  1.                                       Hark, boys.
  1. Whispering.

Imogen

94 - 101
  1. Great men,
  2. That had a court no bigger than this cave,
  3. That did attend themselves and had the virtue
  4. Which their own conscience seal’d them, laying by
  5. That nothing-gift of differing multitudes,
  6. Could not outpeer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
  7. I’ld change my sex to be companion with them,
  8. Since Leonatus’ false.

Belarius

102 - 106
  1.                        It shall be so.
  2. Boys, we’ll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in.
  3. Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp’d,
  4. We’ll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
  5. So far as thou wilt speak it.

Guiderius

107
  1.                               Pray draw near.

Arviragus

108
  1. The night to th’ owl and morn to th’ lark less welcome.

Imogen

109
  1. Thanks, sir.

Arviragus

110
  1. I pray draw near.
  1. Exeunt.
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