{"product_id":"cymbeline-isbn-9780140714722","title":"Cymbeline","description":"\"I feel that I have spent half my career with one or another Pelican Shakespeare in my back pocket. Convenience, however, is the least important aspect of the new Pelican Shakespeare series. Here is an elegant and clear text for either the study or the rehearsal room, notes where you need them and the distinguished scholarship of the general editors, Stephen Orgel and A. R. Braunmuller who understand that these are plays for performance as well as great texts for contemplation.\" (Patrick Stewart)\u003cp\u003eThe distinguished Pelican Shakespeare series, which has sold more than four million copies, is now completely revised and repackaged.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEach volume features:\u003cbr\u003e* Authoritative, reliable texts\u003cbr\u003e* High quality introductions and notes\u003cbr\u003e* New, more readable trade trim size\u003cbr\u003e* An essay on the theatrical world of Shakespeare and essays on Shakespeare's life and the selection of texts \u003c\/p\u003e“A remarkable edition, one that makes Shakespeare’s extraordinary accomplishment more vivid than ever.”—James Shapiro, professor, Columbia University, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eA Year in the Life of Shakespeare: 1599\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A feast of literary and historical information.”\u003ci\u003e—The Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare\u003c\/b\u003e (1564–1616) was a poet, playwright, and actor who is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers in the history of the English language. Often referred to as the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare's vast body of work includes comedic, tragic, and historical plays; poems; and 154 sonnets. His dramatic works have been translated into every major language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePeter Holland\u003c\/b\u003e was the director of the Shakespeare Institute, Stratford-upon-Avon, and professor of Shakespeare studies at the University of Birmingham. He is now the McMeel Family Professor of Shakespeare Studies at Notre Dame University.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eStephen Orgel\u003c\/b\u003e is the Jackson Eli Reynolds Professor of the Humanities at Stanford University and general editor of the Cambridge Studies in Renaissance Literature and Culture. He has edited Ben Johnson's masques, Christopher Marlowe's poems and translations, and many other classics. His books include \u003ci\u003eThe Authentic Shakespeare\u003c\/i\u003e (2002), \u003ci\u003eImpersonations: The Performance of Gender in Shakespeare's England\u003c\/i\u003e (1996), and \u003ci\u003eThe Illusion of Power\u003c\/i\u003e (1975).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA. R. Braunmuller\u003c\/b\u003e is a professor of English and comparative literature at the University of California at Los Angeles, where he teaches courses on English and European drama from 1500 to the present. He has written critical volumes on George Peele and George Chapman and has edited plays in both the Oxford (\u003ci\u003eKing John\u003c\/i\u003e) and Cambridge (\u003ci\u003eMacbeth\u003c\/i\u003e) series of Shakespeare editions. He is also the general editor of \u003ci\u003eThe New Cambridge Shakespeare\u003c\/i\u003e.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 1 running scene 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter two Gentlemen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST GENTLEMAN??You do not meet a man but frowns. Our bloods\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo more obey the heavens than our courtiers\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStill seem as does the king.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND GENTLEMAN??But what's the matter?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST GENTLEMAN??His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe purposed to his wife's sole son - a widow\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat late he married - hath referred herself\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnto a poor but worthy gentleman. She's wedded,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer husband banished, she imprisoned, all\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs outward sorrow, though I think the king\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe touched at very heart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND GENTLEMAN??None but the king?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST GENTLEMAN??He that hath lost her too: so is the queen,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat most desired the match. But not a courtier,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlthough they wear their faces to the bent\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf the king's looks, hath a heart that is not\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGlad at the thing they scowl at.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND GENTLEMAN??And why so?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST GENTLEMAN??He that hath missed the princess is a thing\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eToo bad for bad report: and he that hath her -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI mean, that married her, alack, good man,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd therefore banished - is a creature such\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs, to seek through the regions of the earth\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor one his like, there would be something failing\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn him that should compare. I do not think\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo fair an outward and such stuff within\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEndows a man but he.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND GENTLEMAN??You speak him far.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST GENTLEMAN??I do extend, sir, within himself,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCrush him together rather than unfold\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis measure duly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND GENTLEMAN??What's his name and birth?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST GENTLEMAN??I cannot delve him to the root: his father\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWas called Sicilius, who did join his honour\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the Romans with Cassibelan,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut had his titles by Tenantius whom\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe served with glory and admired success:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo gained the sur-addition Leonatus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd had, besides this gentleman in question,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTwo other sons, who in the wars o'th'time\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDied with their swords in hand. For which their father,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen old and fond of issue, took such sorrow\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat he quit being, and his gentle lady,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBig of this gentleman, our theme, deceased\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs he was born. The king he takes the babe\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBreeds him, and makes him of his bedchamber,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePuts to him all the learnings that his time\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCould make him the receiver of, which he took\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs we do air, fast as 'twas ministered,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd in's spring became a harvest: lived in court -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich rare it is to do - most praised, most loved:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA sample to the youngest, to th'more mature\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA glass that feated them, and to the graver,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA child that guided dotards. To his mistress,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor whom he now is banished, her own price\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProclaims how she esteemed him; and his virtue\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy her election may be truly read,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat kind of man he is.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND GENTLEMAN??I honour him even out of your report.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut pray you tell me, is she sole child to th'king?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST GENTLEMAN??His only child.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe had two sons - if this be worth your hearing,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMark it - the eldest of them at three years old,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI'th'swathing clothes the other, from their nursery\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWere stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich way they went.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND GENTLEMAN??How long is this ago?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST GENTLEMAN??Some twenty years.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND GENTLEMAN??That a king's children should be so conveyed,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo slackly guarded, and the search so slow\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat could not trace them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST GENTLEMAN??Howsoe'er 'tis strange,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr that the negligence may well be laughed at,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet is it true, sir.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND GENTLEMAN??I do well believe you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST GENTLEMAN??We must forbear. Here comes the gentleman,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe queen and princess. Exeunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter the Queen, Posthumus and Innogen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter the slander of most stepmothers,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEvil-eyed unto you. You're my prisoner, but\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour jailer shall deliver you the keys\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo soon as I can win th'offended king,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI will be known your advocate: marry, yet\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou leaned unto his sentence, with what patience\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour wisdom may inform you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOSTHUMUS Please your highness,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI will from hence today.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN You know the peril.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe pangs of barred affections, though the king\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHath charged you should not speak together. Exit\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN O dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCan tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI something fear my father's wrath, but nothing -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlways reserved my holy duty - what\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis rage can do on me. You must be gone,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I shall here abide the hourly shot\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf angry eyes: not comforted to live,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut that there is this jewel in the world\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat I may see again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOSTHUMUS My queen, my mistress:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO lady, weep no more, lest I give cause\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo be suspected of more tenderness\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThan doth become a man. I will remain\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy residence in Rome, at one Philario's,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWho to my father was a friend, to me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKnown but by letter: thither write, my queen,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThough ink be made of gall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Queen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN Be brief, I pray you:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf the king come, I shall incur I know not\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow much of his displeasure.- Yet I'll move him Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo walk this way: I never do him wrong,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut he does buy my injuries to be friends:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePays dear for my offences. [Exit]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOSTHUMUS Should we be taking leave\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs long a term as yet we have to live,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe loathness to depart would grow. Adieu.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN Nay, stay a little:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWere you but riding forth to air yourself,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuch parting were too petty. Look here, love,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis diamond was my mother's; take it, heart, Gives a ring\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut keep it till you woo another wife,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Innogen is dead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOSTHUMUS How, how? Another?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou gentle gods, give me but this I have,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd cere up my embracements from a next\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith bonds of death. Remain, remain thou here Puts on the ring\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhile sense can keep it on: and sweetest, fairest,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs I my poor self did exchange for you\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo your so infinite loss, so in our trifles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI still win of you. For my sake wear this,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt is a manacle of love. I'll place it\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUpon this fairest prisoner. Puts a bracelet on her arm\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN O, the gods!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen shall we see again?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Cymbeline and Lords\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOSTHUMUS Alack, the king!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCYMBELINE Thou basest thing, avoid hence, from my sight:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf after this command thou fraught the court\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith thy unworthiness, thou diest. Away,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou'rt poison to my blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePOSTHUMUS The gods protect you,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd bless the good remainders of the court:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am gone. Exit\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN There cannot be a pinch in death\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMore sharp than this is.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCYMBELINE O disloyal thing,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA year's age on me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN I beseech you, sir,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHarm not yourself with your vexation,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSubdues all pangs, all fears.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCYMBELINE Past grace? Obedience?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN Past hope and in despair: that way past grace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCYMBELINE That mightst have had the sole son of my queen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN O, blest that I might not: I chose an eagle,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd did avoid a puttock.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCYMBELINE Thou took'st a beggar, wouldst have made my throne\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA seat for baseness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN No, I rather added a lustre to it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCYMBELINE O thou vile one!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN Sir,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou bred him as my playfellow, and he is\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA man worth any woman: overbuys me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlmost the sum he pays.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCYMBELINE What? Art thou mad?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA neatherd's daughter, and my Leonatus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOur neighbour shepherd's son.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Queen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCYMBELINE Thou foolish thing!-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey were again together: you have done To Queen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot after our command.- Away with her,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd pen her up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN Beseech your patience: peace,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDear lady daughter, peace. Sweet sovereign,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLeave us to ourselves, and make yourself some comfort\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOut of your best advice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCYMBELINE Nay, let her languish\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA drop of blood a day, and being aged,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDie of this folly. Exeunt [Cymbeline and Lords]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Pisanio\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN Fie, you must give way.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere is your servant.- How now, sir? What news?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePISANIO My lord your son drew on my master.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN Ha?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo harm I trust is done?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePISANIO There might have been,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut that my master rather played than fought,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd had no help of anger: they were parted\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy gentlemen at hand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN I am very glad on't.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN Your son's my father's friend, he takes his part\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo draw upon an exile.- O brave sir!-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI would they were in Afric both together,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMyself by with a needle, that I might prick\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe goer-back.-Why came you from your master?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePISANIO On his command: he would not suffer me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo bring him to the haven: left these notes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf what commands I should be subject to,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen't pleased you to employ me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN This hath been\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYour faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe will remain so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePISANIO I humbly thank your highness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUEEN Pray walk awhile. To Innogen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN About some half hour hence, pray you speak with me. To Pisanio\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou shall, at least, go see my lord aboard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor this time leave me. Exeunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 2 running scene 1 continues\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Cloten and two Lords\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST LORD Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLOTEN If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND LORD??No, faith: not so much as his patience. Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST LORD Hurt him? His body's a passable carcass if he be not hurt. It is a thoroughfare for steel if it be not hurt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND LORD??His steel was in debt, it went o'th'backside the town. Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLOTEN The villain would not stand me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND LORD??No, but he fled forward still, toward your face. Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST LORD Stand you? You have land enough of your own: but he added to your having, gave you some ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND LORD??As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies! Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLOTEN I would they had not come between us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND LORD??So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground. Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLOTEN And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND LORD??If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST LORD Sir, as I told you always: her beauty and her brain go not together. She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND LORD??She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her. Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLOTEN Come, I'll to my chamber: would there had been some hurt done.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND LORD??I wish not so, unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLOTEN You'll go with us?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFIRST LORD I'll attend your lordship.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCLOTEN Nay, come, let's go together.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSECOND LORD??Well, my lord. Exeunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 3 running scene 1 continues\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Innogen and Pisanio\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'th'haven,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd questioned'st every sail: if he should write,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I not have it, 'twere a paper lost,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs offered mercy is. What was the last\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat he spake to thee?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePISANIO It was his queen, his queen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN Then waved his handkerchief?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePISANIO And kissed it, madam.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN Senseless linen, happier therein than I:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd that was all?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePISANIO No, madam: for so long\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs he could make me with this eye, or ear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDistinguish him from others, he did keep\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStill waving, as the fits and stirs of's mind\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCould best express how slow his soul sailed on,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow swift his ship.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN Thou shouldst have made him\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs little as a crow, or less, ere left\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo after-eye him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePISANIO Madam, so I did.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN I would have broke mine eyestrings, cracked them, but\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo look upon him, till the diminution\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf space had pointed him sharp as my needle:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNay, followed him, till he had melted from\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe smallness of a gnat to air: and then\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHave turned mine eye, and wept. But, good Pisanio,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen shall we hear from him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePISANIO Be assured, madam,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith his next vantage.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN I did not take my leave of him, but had\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMost pretty things to say: ere I could tell him\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow I would think on him at certain hours,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuch thoughts and such: or I could make him swear\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe shes of Italy should not betray\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMine interest and his honour: or have charged him,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eT'encounter me with orisons, for then\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am in heaven for him: or ere I could\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGive him that parting kiss, which I had set\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBetwixt two charming words, comes in my father,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd like the tyrannous breathing of the north,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShakes all our buds from growing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter a Lady\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLADY The queen, madam,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDesires your highness' company.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eINNOGEN Those things I bid you do, get them dispatched.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI will attend the queen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePISANIO Madam, I shall. Exeunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 4 running scene 2\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Philario, Iachimo, a Frenchman, a Dutchman and a Spaniard\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIACHIMO Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain; he was then of a crescent note, expected to prove so worthy as since he hath been allowed the name of. But I could then have looked on him without the help of admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePHILARIO You speak of him when he was less furnished than now he is with that which makes him both without and within.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFRENCHMAN I have seen him in France: we had very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIACHIMO This matter of marrying his king's daughter, wherein he must be weighed rather by her value than his own, words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFRENCHMAN And then his banishment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIACHIMO Ay, and the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully to extend him, be it but to fortify her judgement, which else an easy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar without less quality. But how comes it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquaintance?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePHILARIO His father and I were soldiers together, to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Posthumus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere comes the Briton. Let him be so entertained amongst you as suits with gentlemen of your knowing to a stranger of his quality. I beseech you all be better known to this gentleman, whom I commend to you as a noble friend of mine. How worthy he is I will leave to appear hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing.","brand":"Penguin Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302025908453,"sku":"NP9780140714722","price":14.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780140714722.jpg?v=1767724405","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/cymbeline-isbn-9780140714722","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}