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A lass unparallel'd.-Downy windows, close;
And golden Phæbus never be beheld
Of eyes again so royal! Your crown 's awry;
I'll mend it and then play.

Enter the Guard, rushing in.
1 Guard. Where is the queen ?
Char.

Speak softly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent, Char.

Too slow a messenger.

[Applies an asp. 0, come apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! all's not well: Cæsar's beguild. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar; call him. 1 Guard. What work is here !-Charmian, is this well

done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess
Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah, soldier!

[Dies. Re-enter DOLABELLA. Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard.

All dead. Dol.

Cæsar, thy thoughts Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou So sought'st to hinder. Within.

A way there, a way for Cæsar:

Re-enter CÆSAR and his Train.
Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear is done.
Cæs.

Bravest at the last,
She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal,
Took her own way.-The manner of their deaths?
I do not see them bleed.
Dol.

Who was last with them?
1 Guard. A simple countryman that brought her figs.
This was his basket.
Cæs.

Poison'd then. 1 Guard.

O Cæsar,
This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood and spake:
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood,
And on the sudden dropp'd.
Coes.

O noble weakness!

If they had swallow'd poison 'twould appear
By external swelling: but she looks like sleep,
As she would catch another Antony
In her strong toil of grace.
Dol.

Here on her breast
There is a vent of blood, and something blown:
The like is on her arm.

1 Guard. This is an aspic's trail: and these fig-leaves
Have slime upon them, such as the aspic leaves
Upon the caves of Nile.
Coes.

Most probable
That so she died; for her physician tells me
She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite
Of easy ways to die. - Take up her bed,
And bear her women from the monument :
She shall be buried by her Antony:
No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
A pair so famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them; and their story is
No less in pity than his glory which
Brought them to be lamented. Our army shall
In solemn show attend this funeral;
And then to Rome.—Come, Dolabella, see
High order in this great solemnity.

(Exeunt. CYMBELINE.

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.
GUIDERIUS,

Sons to CYMBELINE, disguised under the ARVIRAGUS,

names of POLYDORE and CADWAL, sup

posed Sons to BELARIUS. PHILARIO

, Friend to POSTHUMUS, } Italians.
LACHIMO, Friend to PHILARIO,
A French Gentleman, Friend to PHILARIO.
CAIUS LUCIUS, General of the Roman Forces.
A Roman Captain.
Two British Captains.
PISANIO, Servant to POSTHUMUS.
CORNELIUS, a Physician.
Two Lords of CYMBELINE's Court.
Two Gentlemen of the same.
Two Gaolers.

QUEEN, Wife to CYMBELINE.
IMOGEN, Daughter to CYMBELINE by a former Queen.
HELEN, Woman to IMOGEN.

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Apparitions,

a Soothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, a Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.

SCENE,-Sometimes in BRITAIN; sometimes in ITALY.

CYMBELINE

ACT I.

SCENE I.-BRITAIN. The Garden behind CYMBELINE'S

Palace.

Enter two Gentlemen. I 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's kingdom, whom He purpos'd 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. 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 banishd,-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
Endows a man but he.
2 Gent.

You speak him far.
1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself ;

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