Cymbeline, with line numbers E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Seltzer Books
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 148

Beschreibung

The classic Shakespearean romance, with line numbers. According to Wikipedia: "Cymbeline is a play by William Shakespeare, based on legends concerning the early Celtic British King Cunobelinus. Although listed as a tragedy in the First Folio, modern critics often classify Cymbeline as a romance. Like Othello, Measure for Measure, and The Winter's Tale, it deals with the themes of innocence and jealousy. While the precise date of composition remains unknown, the play was certainly produced as early as 1611."

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Cymbeline By William Shakespeare

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Dramatis Personae

Cymbeline

Act I

Scene I Britain. The Garden Of Cymbeline's Palace.

Scene II The Same. A Public Place.

Scene III A Room In Cymbeline's Palace.

Scene IV Rome. Philario's House.

Scene V Britain. A Room In Cymbeline's Palace.

Scene VI The Same. Another Room In The Palace.

Act II

Scene I Britain. Before Cymbeline's Palace.

Scene II Imogen's Bedchamber In Cymbeline's Palace: A Trunk In One Corner Of It.

Scene III An Ante-Chamber Adjoining Imogen's Apartments.

Scene IV Rome. Philario's House.

Scene V Another Room In Philario's House.

Act III

Scene I Britain. A Hall In Cymbeline's Palace.

Scene II Another Room In The Palace.

Scene III Wales: A Mountainous Country With A Cave.

Scene IV Country Near Milford-Haven.

Scene V A Room In Cymbeline's Palace.

Scene VI Wales. Before The Cave Of Belarius.

Scene VII Rome. A Public Place.

Act IV

Scene I Wales: Near The Cave Of Belarius.

Scene II Before The Cave Of Belarius.

Scene III A Room In Cymbeline's Palace.

Scene IV Wales: Before The Cave Of Belarius.

Act V

Scene I Britain. The Roman Camp.

Scene II Field Of Battle Between The British And Roman Camps.

Scene III Another Part Of The Field.

Scene IV A British Prison.

Scene V Cymbeline's Tent.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Cymbeline, King Of Britain.

Cloten, Son To The Queen By A Former Husband.

Posthumus Leonatus, A Gentleman, Husband To Imogen.

Belarius, A Banished Lord, Disguised Under The Name Of Morgan.

Sons To Cymbeline

Disguised Under The Names Of Polydote And Cadwal, Supposed Sons To Morgan.

Guiderius

Arviragus

Italians

Philario, Friend To Posthumus

Iachimo, Friend To Philario

Caius Lucius, General Of The Roman Forces.

Pisanio, Servant To Posthumus.

Cornelius, A Physician.

A Roman Captain. (Captain:)

Two British Captains.

 (First Captain:)

 (Second Captain:)

A Frenchman, friend to Philario.

 (Frenchman:)

Two Lords of Cymbeline's court.

 (First Lord:)

 (Second Lord:)

Two Gentlemen of the same.

 (First Gentleman:)

 (Second Gentleman:)

Two Gaolers.

 (First Gaoler:)

 (Second Gaoler:)

Queen, wife to Cymbeline.

Imogen, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen.

Helen, a lady attending on Imogen.

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, a Soothsayer, a Dutchman, a Spaniard, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants

. (Lord:)

 (Lady:)

 (First Lady:)

 (First Senator:)

 (Second Senator:)

 (First Tribune:)

 (Soothsayer:)

 (Messenger:)

 Apparitions.

 (Sicilius Leonatus:)

 (Mother:)

 (First Brother:)

 (Second Brother:)

 (Jupiter:)

SCENE. Britain; Rome.

CYMBELINE

ACT I

SCENE I Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.

[Enter two GENTLEMEN]

(1) FIRST GENTLEMAN You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods

 No more obey the heavens than our courtiers

 Still seem as does the king.

SECOND GENTLEMAN But what's the matter?

FIRST GENTLEMAN His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom

 He purposed to his wife's sole son--a widow

 That late he married--hath referr'd herself

 Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded;

 Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all

 Is outward sorrow; though I think the king

 Be touch'd at very heart.

(10) SECOND GENTLEMAN           None but the king?

FIRST GENTLEMAN He that hath lost her too; so is the queen,

 That most desired the match; but not a courtier,

 Although they wear their faces to the bent

 Of the king's look's, hath a heart that is not

 Glad at the thing they scowl at.

SECOND GENTLEMAN           And why so?

FIRST GENTLEMAN 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

(20)  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

 Endows a man but he.

SECOND GENTLEMAN           You speak him far.

FIRST GENTLEMAN I do extend him, sir, within himself,

 Crush him together rather than unfold

 His measure duly.

SECOND GENTLEMAN                   What's his name and birth?

FIRST GENTLEMAN I cannot delve him to the root: his father

 Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour

(30) Against the Romans with Cassibelan,

 But had his titles by Tenantius whom

 He served with glory and admired success,

 So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus;

 And had, besides this gentleman in question,

 Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time

 Died with their swords in hand; for which

 their father,

 Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow

 That he quit being, and his gentle lady,

 Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased

(40) As he was born. The king he takes the babe

 To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,

 Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber,

 Puts to him all the learnings that his time

 Could make him the receiver of; which he took,

 As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd,

 And in's spring became a harvest, lived in court--

 Which rare it is to do--most praised, most loved,

 A sample to the youngest, to the more mature

 A glass that feated them, and to the graver

(50) A child that guided dotards; to his mistress,

 For whom he now is banish'd, her own price

 Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;

 By her election may be truly read

 What kind of man he is.

SECOND GENTLEMAN           I honour him

 Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,

 Is she sole child to the king?

FIRST GENTLEMAN           His only child.

 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

(60) Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge

 Which way they went.

SECOND GENTLEMAN           How long is this ago?

FIRST GENTLEMAN Some twenty years.

SECOND GENTLEMAN That a king's children should be so convey'd,

 So slackly guarded, and the search so slow,

 That could not trace them!

FIRST GENTLEMAN           Howsoe'er 'tis strange,

 Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,

 Yet is it true, sir.

SECOND GENTLEMAN           I do well believe you.

FIRST GENTLEMAN We must forbear: here comes the gentleman,

 The queen, and princess.

[Exeunt]

[Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and IMOGEN]

(70) QUEEN No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,

 After the slander of most stepmothers,

 Evil-eyed unto you: you're 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

 The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good

 You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience

 Your wisdom may inform you.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS           Please your highness,

 I will from hence to-day.

(80) QUEEN           You know the peril.

 I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying

 The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king

 Hath charged you should not speak together.

[Exit]

IMOGEN           Oh

 Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant

 Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,

 I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing--

 Always reserved my holy duty--what

 His rage can do on me: you must be gone;

 And I shall here abide the hourly shot

(90) Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,

 But that there is this jewel in the world

 That I may see again.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS           My queen! my mistress!

 O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause

 To be suspected of more tenderness

 Than doth become a man. I will remain

 The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth:

 My residence in Rome at one Philario's,

 Who to my father was a friend, to me

 Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,

(100) And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,

 Though ink be made of gall.

[Re-enter QUEEN]

QUEEN           Be brief, I pray you:

 If the king come, I shall incur I know not

 How much of his displeasure.

[Aside]  Yet I'll move him

 To walk this way: I never do him wrong,

 But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;

 Pays dear for my offences.

 [Exit]

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS           Should we be taking leave

 As long a term as yet we have to live,

 The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu!

IMOGEN Nay, stay a little:

(110) Were you but riding forth to air yourself,

 Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;

 This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;

 But keep it till you woo another wife,

 When Imogen is dead.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS           How, how! another?

 You gentle gods, give me but this I have,

 And sear up my embracements from a next

 With bonds of death!

[Putting on the ring]

  Remain, remain thou here

 While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest,

 As I my poor self did exchange for you,

(120) To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles

 I still win of you: for my sake wear this;

 It is a manacle of love; I'll place it

 Upon this fairest prisoner.

[Putting a bracelet upon her arm]

IMOGEN           O the gods!

 When shall we see again?

[Enter CYMBELINE  and LORDS]

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS           Alack, the king!

CYMBELINE  Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight!

 If after this command thou fraught the court

 With thy unworthiness, thou diest: away!

 Thou'rt poison to my blood.

POSTHUMUS LEONATUS           The gods protect you!

 And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone.

[Exit]

(130) IMOGEN                   There cannot be a pinch in death

 More sharp than this is.

CYMBELINE           O disloyal thing,

 That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st

 A year's age on me.

IMOGEN           I beseech you, sir,

 Harm not yourself with your vexation

 I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare

 Subdues all pangs, all fears.

CYMBELINE           Past grace? obedience?

IMOGEN Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.

CYMBELINE  That mightst have had the sole son of my queen!

IMOGEN O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle,

(140) And did avoid a puttock.

CYMBELINE  Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne

 A seat for baseness.

IMOGEN           No; I rather added

 A lustre to it.

CYMBELINE                    O thou vile one!

IMOGEN           Sir,

 It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:

 You bred him as my playfellow, and he is

 A man worth any woman, overbuys me

 Almost the sum he pays.

CYMBELINE           What, art thou mad?

IMOGEN Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were

 A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus

 Our neighbour shepherd's son!

(150) CYMBELINE           Thou foolish thing!

[Re-enter QUEEN]

 They were again together: you have done

 Not after our command. Away with her,

 And pen her up.

QUEEN                   Beseech your patience. Peace,

 Dear lady daughter, peace! Sweet sovereign,

 Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort

 Out of your best advice.

CYMBELINE           Nay, let her languish

 A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,

 Die of this folly!

[Exeunt CYMBELINE  and LORDS]

QUEEN                   Fie! you must give way.

 [Enter PISANIO]

 Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news?

PISANIO My lord your son drew on my master.

(160) QUEEN           Ha!

 No harm, I trust, is done?

PISANIO           There might have been,

 But that my master rather play'd than fought

 And had no help of anger: they were parted

 By gentlemen at hand.

QUEEN           I am very glad on't.

IMOGEN Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.

 To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!

 I would they were in Afric both together;

 Myself by with a needle, that I might prick

 The goer-back. Why came you from your master?

(170) PISANIO On his command: he would not suffer me

 To bring him to the haven; left these notes

 Of what commands I should be subject to,

 When 't pleased you to employ me.

QUEEN           This hath been

 Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour

 He will remain so.

PISANIO                   I humbly thank your highness.

QUEEN Pray, walk awhile.

IMOGEN                   About some half-hour hence,

 I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least

 Go see my lord aboard: for this time leave me.

[Exeunt]

SCENE II The same. A public place.

[Enter CLOTEN and two LORDS]

(1) FIRST 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.

CLOTEN If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?

SECOND LORD [Aside]  No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.

(10) FIRST 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.

SECOND LORD [Aside]  His steel was in debt; it went o' the

 backside the town.

CLOTEN The villain would not stand me.

SECOND LORD [Aside]  No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.

FIRST LORD Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but

(20) he added to your having; gave you some ground.

SECOND LORD [Aside]  As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!

CLOTEN I would they had not come between us.

SECOND LORD [Aside]  So would I, till you had measured how long

 a fool you were upon the ground.

CLOTEN And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!

(30) SECOND LORD [Aside]  If it be a sin to make a true election, she

 is damned.

FIRST 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.

SECOND LORD [Aside]  She shines not upon fools, lest the

 reflection should hurt her.

CLOTEN Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some

 hurt done!

SECOND LORD [Aside]  I wish not so; unless it had been the fall

 of an ass, which is no great hurt.

(40) CLOTEN You'll go with us?

FIRST LORD I'll attend your lordship.

CLOTEN Nay, come, let's go together.

SECOND LORD Well, my lord.

[Exeunt]

SCENE III A room in Cymbeline's palace.

[Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO]

(1) IMOGEN I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven,

 And question'dst every sail: if he should write

 And not have it, 'twere a paper lost,

 As offer'd mercy is. What was the last

 That he spake to thee?

PISANIO           It was his queen, his queen!

IMOGEN Then waved his handkerchief?

PISANIO           And kiss'd it, madam.

IMOGEN Senseless Linen! happier therein than I!

 And that was all?

PISANIO                   No, madam; for so long

 As he could make me with this eye or ear

(10) Distinguish him from others, he did keep

 The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,

 Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mind

 Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,

 How swift his ship.

IMOGEN           Thou shouldst have made him

 As little as a crow, or less, ere left

 To after-eye him.

PISANIO                   Madam, so I did.

IMOGEN I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but

 To look upon him, till the diminution

 Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,

(20) Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from

 The smallness of a gnat to air, and then

 Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Pisanio,

 When shall we hear from him?

PISANIO           Be assured, madam,

 With his next vantage.

IMOGEN I did not take my leave of him, but had

 Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him

 How I would think on him at certain hours

 Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear

 The shes of Italy should not betray

(30) Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him,

 At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,

 To encounter me with orisons, for then

 I am in heaven for him; or ere I could

 Give him that parting kiss which I had set

 Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father

 And like the tyrannous breathing of the north

 Shakes all our buds from growing.

[Enter a LADY]

LADY           The queen, madam,

 Desires your highness' company.

IMOGEN Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd.

 I will attend the queen.

(40) PISANIO           Madam, I shall.

[Exeunt]

SCENE IV Rome. Philario's house.

[Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a FRENCHMAN, a DUTCHMAN, and a SPANIARD]

(1) IACHIMO 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.

PHILARIO You speak of him when he was less furnished than now

(10) he is with that which makes him both without and within.

FRENCHMAN I have seen him in France: we had very many there

 could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.

IACHIMO 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.

FRENCHMAN And then his banishment.

IACHIMO Ay, and the approbation of those that weep this

(20) lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully