PERSONS REPRESENTED. CYMBELINE, King of Britain. Appears, Act I. sc. 2. Act II. sc. 3. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 5. Act IV. sc. 3. CLOTEN, son to the Queen, by a former husband. Appears, Act I. sc. 3. Act II. sc. 1; sc. 3. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 5. Act IV. sc. 1; sc. 2. LEONATUS POSTHUMUS, husband to Imogen. BELARIUS, a banished lord, disguised under the name of Morgan. Appears, Act III. sc. 3; sc. 6. Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 2; sc. 5. GUIDERIUS, son to Cymbeline, disguised under the name of Polydore, supposed son to Belarius. Appears, Act III. sc. 3; sc. 6. Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 2; sc. 5. ARVIRAGUS, Son to Cymbeline, disguised under the name of Cadwal, supposed son to BELARIUS. Appears, Act III. sc. 3; sc. 6. Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 2; sc. 5. PHILARIO, a Roman, friend to Posthumus. Appears, Act I. sc. 5. Act II. sc. 4. IACHIMO, a Roman, friend to Posthumus. Appears, Act I. sc. 5; sc. 7. Act II. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 2; sc. 5. CAIUS LUCIUS, General of the Roman forces. Appears, Act III. sc. 1; sc. 5. Act IV. sc. 2. Act V. sc. 2; sc. 5. Two British Captains. Appear, Act V. sc. 3. PISANIO, gentleman to Posthumus. Appears, Act I. sc. 2; sc. 4; sc. 6; sc. 7. Act II. sc. 3. Act V. sc. 5. CORNELIUS, a physician. Two Gaolers. Appear, Act V. sc. 4. QUEEN, wife to Cymbeline. Appears, Act I. sc. 2; sc. 6. Act II. sc. 3. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 5. Appears, Act I. sc. 2; sc. 4; sc. 7. Act II. sc. 2; sc. 3. Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Apparitions, a Soothsayer, SCENE, SOMETIMES IN BRITAIN; SOMETIMES IN ROME The Tragedie of Cymbeline' was first printed in the folio collection of 1623. The play is very carefully divided into acts and scenes-an arrangement which is sometimes wanting in other plays of this edition. Printed as 'Cymbeline' must have been from a manuscript, the text, although sometimes difficult, presents few examples of absolute error. CYMBELINE. ACT I. SCENE I.-Britain. The Garden behind Cymbeline's Palace. Enter Two Gentlemen. 1 GENT. You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers Still seem as does the king. 2 GENT. But what's the matter? 1 GENT. His daughter, and the heir of his kingdom, whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow, That late he married,) hath referr'd herself Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king 2 GENT. None but the king? 1 GENT. He that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, That most desir'd the match: But not a courtier Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at. 2 GENT. And why so? 1 GENT. He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her, (I mean, that married her,―alack, good man!And therefore banish'd,) is a creature such As to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that should compare. I do not think So fair an outward, and such stuff within, 2 GENT. You speak him far. 1 GENT. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly. 2 GENT. What's his name, and birth? 1 GENT. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour, Against the Romans, with Cassibelan; Died with their swords in hand; for which, their father What kind of man he is. I honour him 2 GENT. Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me Is she sole child to the king? His only child. 1 GENT. He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, I' the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery 2 GENT. How long is this ago? 1 GENT. Some twenty years. 2 GENT. That a king's children should be so convey'd! So slackly guarded! And the search so slow, That could not trace them! 1 GENT. Howsoe'er 't is strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, 1 GENT. We must forbear: Here comes the gentleman, The queen, and princess. SCENE II.-The same. Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN. [Exeunt. QUEEN. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most step-mothers, Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, So soon as I can win the offended king, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet POST. I will from hence to-day. QUEEN. Please your highness, You know the peril: I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king [Exit QUEEN. IMO. O dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant His rage can do on me: You must be gone; |