| Act 5, Scene 5
Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and AttendantsCYMBELINE
Stand by my side, you whom the gods have madeBELARIUS
Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart
That the poor soldier that so richly fought,
Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast
Stepp'd before larges of proof, cannot be found:
He shall be happy that can find him, if
Our grace can make him so.
I never sawCYMBELINE
Such noble fury in so poor a thing;
Such precious deeds in one that promises nought
But beggary and poor looks.
No tidings of him?PISANIO
He hath been search'd among the dead and living,CYMBELINE
But no trace of him.
To my grief, I amBELARIUS
The heir of his reward;
To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUSwhich I will add
To you, the liver, heart and brain of Britain,
By whom I grant she lives. 'Tis now the time
To ask of whence you are. Report it.
In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen:
Further to boast were neither true nor modest,
Unless I add, we are honest.
Bow your knees.CORNELIUS
Arise my knights o' the battle: I create you
Companions to our person and will fit you
With dignities becoming your estates.
Enter CORNELIUS and LadiesThere's business in these faces. Why so sadly
Greet you our victory? you look like Romans,
And not o' the court of Britain.
Hail, great king!CYMBELINE
To sour your happiness, I must report
The queen is dead.
Who worse than a physicianCORNELIUS
Would this report become? But I consider,
By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death
Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?
With horror, madly dying, like her life,CYMBELINE
Which, being cruel to the world, concluded
Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd
I will report, so please you: these her women
Can trip me, if I err; who with wet cheeks
Were present when she finish'd.
First, she confess'd she never loved you, onlyCYMBELINE
Affected greatness got by you, not you:
Married your royalty, was wife to your place;
Abhorr'd your person.
She alone knew this;CORNELIUS
And, but she spoke it dying, I would not
Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.
Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to loveCYMBELINE
With such integrity, she did confess
Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life,
But that her flight prevented it, she had
Ta'en off by poison.
O most delicate fiend!CORNELIUS
Who is 't can read a woman? Is there more?
More, sir, and worse. She did confess she hadCYMBELINE
For you a mortal mineral; which, being took,
Should by the minute feed on life and lingering
By inches waste you: in which time she purposed,
By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to
O'ercome you with her show, and in time,
When she had fitted you with her craft, to work
Her son into the adoption of the crown:
But, failing of her end by his strange absence,
Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite
Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented
The evils she hatch'd were not effected; so
Heard you all this, her women?First Lady
We did, so please your highness.CYMBELINE
Mine eyesCAIUS LUCIUS
Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;
Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
That thought her like her seeming; it had
To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter!
That it was folly in me, thou mayst say,
And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all!
Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other Roman Prisoners, guarded; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS behind, and IMOGENThou comest not, Caius, now for tribute that
The Britons have razed out, though with the loss
Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit
That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter
Of you their captives, which ourself have granted:
So think of your estate.
Consider, sir, the chance of war: the dayCYMBELINE
Was yours by accident; had it gone with us,
We should not, when the blood was cool,
Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods
Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives
May be call'd ransom, let it come: sufficeth
A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer:
Augustus lives to think on't: and so much
For my peculiar care. This one thing only
I will entreat; my boy, a Briton born,
Let him be ransom'd: never master had
A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,
So tender over his occasions, true,
So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join
With my request, which I make bold your highness
Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm,
Though he have served a Roman: save him, sir,
And spare no blood beside.
I have surely seen him:IMOGEN
His favour is familiar to me. Boy,
Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace,
And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore,
To say 'live, boy:' ne'er thank thy master; live:
And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt,
Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it;
Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,
The noblest ta'en.
I humbly thank your highness.CAIUS LUCIUS
I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad;IMOGEN
And yet I know thou wilt.
No, no: alack,CAIUS LUCIUS
There's other work in hand: I see a thing
Bitter to me as death: your life, good master,
Must shuffle for itself.
The boy disdains me,CYMBELINE
He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys
That place them on the truth of girls and boys.
Why stands he so perplex'd?
What wouldst thou, boy?IMOGEN
I love thee more and more: think more and more
What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on? speak,
Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend?
He is a Roman; no more kin to meCYMBELINE
Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal,
Am something nearer.
Wherefore eyest him so?IMOGEN
I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you pleaseCYMBELINE
To give me hearing.
Ay, with all my heart,IMOGEN
And lend my best attention. What's thy name?
Thou'rt my good youth, my page;BELARIUS
I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely.
CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apart
Is not this boy revived from death?ARVIRAGUS
One sand anotherGUIDERIUS
Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad
Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?
The same dead thing alive.BELARIUS
Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear;GUIDERIUS
Creatures may be alike: were 't he, I am sure
He would have spoke to us.
But we saw him dead.BELARIUS
Be silent; let's see further.PISANIO
[Aside] It is my mistress:CYMBELINE
Since she is living, let the time run on
To good or bad.
CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward
Come, stand thou by our side;IMOGEN
Make thy demand aloud.
To IACHIMOSir, step you forth;
Give answer to this boy, and do it freely;
Or, by our greatness and the grace of it,
Which is our honour, bitter torture shall
Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to him.
My boon is, that this gentleman may renderPOSTHUMUS LEONATUS
Of whom he had this ring.
[Aside] What's that to him?CYMBELINE
That diamond upon your finger, sayIACHIMO
How came it yours?
Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken thatCYMBELINE
Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.
I am glad to be constrain'd to utter thatCYMBELINE
Which torments me to conceal. By villany
I got this ring: 'twas Leonatus' jewel;
Whom thou didst banish; and--which more may
As it doth me--a nobler sir ne'er lived
'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord?
All that belongs to this.IACHIMO
That paragon, thy daughter,--CYMBELINE
For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits
Quail to remember--Give me leave; I faint.
My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength:IACHIMO
I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will
Than die ere I hear more: strive, man, and speak.
Upon a time,--unhappy was the clockCYMBELINE
That struck the hour!--it was in Rome,--accursed
The mansion where!--'twas at a feast,--O, would
Our viands had been poison'd, or at least
Those which I heaved to head!--the good Posthumus--
What should I say? he was too good to be
Where ill men were; and was the best of all
Amongst the rarest of good ones,--sitting sadly,
Hearing us praise our loves of Italy
For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast
Of him that best could speak, for feature, laming
The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva.
Postures beyond brief nature, for condition,
A shop of all the qualities that man
Loves woman for, besides that hook of wiving,
Fairness which strikes the eye--
I stand on fire:IACHIMO
Come to the matter.
All too soon I shall,CYMBELINE
Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Posthumus,
Most like a noble lord in love and one
That had a royal lover, took his hint;
And, not dispraising whom we praised,--therein
He was as calm as virtue--he began
His mistress' picture; which by his tongue
And then a mind put in't, either our brags
Were crack'd of kitchen-trolls, or his description
Proved us unspeaking sots.
Nay, nay, to the purpose.IACHIMO
Your daughter's chastity--there it begins.POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams,
And she alone were cold: whereat I, wretch,
Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him
Pieces of gold 'gainst this which then he wore
Upon his honour'd finger, to attain
In suit the place of's bed and win this ring
By hers and mine adultery. He, true knight,
No lesser of her honour confident
Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring;
And would so, had it been a carbuncle
Of Phoebus' wheel, and might so safely, had it
Been all the worth of's car. Away to Britain
Post I in this design: well may you, sir,
Remember me at court; where I was taught
Of your chaste daughter the wide difference
'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'd
Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain
'Gan in your duller Britain operate
Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent:
And, to be brief, my practise so prevail'd,
That I return'd with simular proof enough
To make the noble Leonatus mad,
By wounding his belief in her renown
With tokens thus, and thus; averting notes
Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,--
O cunning, how I got it!--nay, some marks
Of secret on her person, that he could not
But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd,
I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon--
Methinks, I see him now--
[Advancing] Ay, so thou dost,IMOGEN
Italian fiend! Ay me, most credulous fool,
Egregious murderer, thief, any thing
That's due to all the villains past, in being,
To come! O, give me cord, or knife, or poison,
Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out
For torturers ingenious: it is I
That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend
By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,
That kill'd thy daughter:--villain-like, I lie--
That caused a lesser villain than myself,
A sacrilegious thief, to do't: the temple
Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.
Spit, and throw stone s, cast mire upon me, set
The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain
Be call'd Posthumus Leonitus; and
Be villany less than 'twas! O Imogen!
My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
Peace, my lord; hear, hear--POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page,PISANIO
There lie thy part.
Striking her: she falls
O, gentlemen, help!CYMBELINE
Mine and your mistress! O, my lord Posthumus!
You ne'er kill'd Imogen til now. Help, help!
Mine honour'd lady!
Does the world go round?POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
How come these staggers on me?PISANIO
Wake, my mistress!CYMBELINE
If this be so, the gods do mean to strike mePISANIO
To death with mortal joy.
How fares thy mistress?IMOGEN
O, get thee from my sight;CYMBELINE
Thou gavest me poison: dangerous fellow, hence!
Breathe not where princes are.
The tune of Imogen!PISANIO
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if
That box I gave you was not thought by me
A precious thing: I had it from the queen.
New matter still?IMOGEN
It poison'd me.CORNELIUS
I left out one thing which the queen confess'd.
Which must approve thee honest: 'If Pisanio
Have,' said she, 'given his mistress that confection
Which I gave him for cordial, she is served
As I would serve a rat.'
What's this, Comelius?CORNELIUS
The queen, sir, very oft importuned meIMOGEN
To temper poisons for her, still pretending
The satisfaction of her knowledge only
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs,
Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease
The present power of life, but in short time
All offices of nature should again
Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it?
Most like I did, for I was dead.BELARIUS
There was our error.
This is, sure, Fidele.IMOGEN
Why did you throw your wedded lady from you?POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
Think that you are upon a rock; and now
Throw me again.
Hang there like a fruit, my soul,CYMBELINE
Till the tree die!
How now, my flesh, my child!IMOGEN
What, makest thou me a dullard in this act?
Wilt thou not speak to me?
[Kneeling] Your blessing, sir.BELARIUS
[To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS] Though you did loveCYMBELINE
this youth, I blame ye not:
You had a motive for't.
My tears that fallIMOGEN
Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,
Thy mother's dead.
I am sorry for't, my lord.CYMBELINE
O, she was nought; and long of her it wasPISANIO
That we meet here so strangely: but her son
Is gone, we know not how nor where.
Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten,
Upon my lady's missing, came to me
With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore,
If I discover'd not which way she was gone,
It was my instant death. By accident,
had a feigned letter of my master's
Then in my pocket; which directed him
To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;
Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments,
Which he enforced from me, away he posts
With unchaste purpose and with oath to violate
My lady's honour: what became of him
I further know not.
Let me end the story:CYMBELINE
I slew him there.
Marry, the gods forfend!GUIDERIUS
I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Pluck a bard sentence: prithee, valiant youth,
I have spoke it, and I did it.CYMBELINE
He was a prince.GUIDERIUS
A most incivil one: the wrongs he did meCYMBELINE
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
With language that would make me spurn the sea,
If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head;
And am right glad he is not standing here
To tell this tale of mine.
I am sorry for thee:IMOGEN
By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must
Endure our law: thou'rt dead.
That headless manCYMBELINE
I thought had been my lord.
Bind the offender,BELARIUS
And take him from our presence.
Stay, sir king:CYMBELINE
This man is better than the man he slew,
As well descended as thyself; and hath
More of thee merited than a band of Clotens
Had ever scar for.
To the GuardLet his arms alone;
They were not born for bondage.
Why, old soldier,ARVIRAGUS
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
By tasting of our wrath? How of descent
As good as we?
In that he spake too far.CYMBELINE
And thou shalt die for't.BELARIUS
We will die all three:ARVIRAGUS
But I will prove that two on's are as good
As I have given out him. My sons, I must,
For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,
Though, haply, well for you.
Your danger's ours.GUIDERIUS
And our good his.BELARIUS
Have at it then, by leave.CYMBELINE
Thou hadst, great king, a subject who
Was call'd Belarius.
What of him? he isBELARIUS
A banish'd traitor.
He it is that hathCYMBELINE
Assumed this age; indeed a banish'd man;
I know not how a traitor.
Take him hence:BELARIUS
The whole world shall not save him.
Not too hot:CYMBELINE
First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;
And let it be confiscate all, so soon
As I have received it.
Nursing of my sons!BELARIUS
I am too blunt and saucy: here's my knee:CYMBELINE
Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons;
Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir,
These two young gentlemen, that call me father
And think they are my sons, are none of mine;
They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
And blood of your begetting.
How! my issue!BELARIUS
So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan,CYMBELINE
Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd:
Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment
Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd
Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes--
For such and so they are--these twenty years
Have I train'd up: those arts they have as I
Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as
Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,
Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
Upon my banishment: I moved her to't,
Having received the punishment before,
For that which I did then: beaten for loyalty
Excited me to treason: their dear loss,
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped
Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir,
Here are your sons again; and I must lose
Two of the sweet'st companions in the world.
The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy
To inlay heaven with stars.
Thou weep'st, and speak'st.BELARIUS
The service that you three have done is more
Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost my children:
If these be they, I know not how to wish
A pair of worthier sons.
Be pleased awhile.CYMBELINE
This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius:
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand
Of his queen mother, which for more probation
I can with ease produce.
Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
It was a mark of wonder.
This is he;CYMBELINE
Who hath upon him still that natural stamp:
It was wise nature's end in the donation,
To be his evidence now.
O, what, am IIMOGEN
A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother
Rejoiced deliverance more. Blest pray you be,
That, after this strange starting from your orbs,
may reign in them now! O Imogen,
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
No, my lord;CYMBELINE
I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers,
Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker you call'd me brother,
When I was but your sister; I you brothers,
When ye were so indeed.
Did you e'er meet?ARVIRAGUS
Ay, my good lord.GUIDERIUS
And at first meeting loved;CORNELIUS
Continued so, until we thought he died.
By the queen's dram she swallow'd.CYMBELINE
O rare instinct!IMOGEN
When shall I hear all through? This fierce
Hath to it circumstantial branches, which
Distinction should be rich in. Where? how lived You?
And when came you to serve our Roman captive?
How parted with your brothers? how first met them?
Why fled you from the court? and whither? These,
And your three motives to the battle, with
I know not how much more, should be demanded;
And all the other by-dependencies,
From chance to chance: but nor the time nor place
Will serve our long inter'gatories. See,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen,
And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
On him, her brother, me, her master, hitting
Each object with a joy: the counterchange
Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,
And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.
To BELARIUSThou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever.
You are my father too, and did relieve me,CYMBELINE
To see this gracious season.
Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too,
For they shall taste our comfort.
My good master,CAIUS LUCIUS
I will yet do you service.
Happy be you!CYMBELINE
The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought,POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
He would have well becomed this place, and graced
The thankings of a king.
I am, sir,IACHIMO
The soldier that did company these three
In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for
The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he,
Speak, Iachimo: I had you down and might
Have made you finish.
[Kneeling] I am down again:POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,
As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe: but your ring first;
And here the bracelet of the truest princess
That ever swore her faith.
Kneel not to me:CYMBELINE
The power that I have on you is, to spare you;
The malice towards you to forgive you: live,
And deal with others better.
We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law;
Pardon's the word to all.
You holp us, sir,POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
As you did mean indeed to be our brother;
Joy'd are we that you are.
Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome,CAIUS LUCIUS
Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, methought
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd,
Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows
Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found
This label on my bosom; whose containing
Is so from sense in hardness, that I can
Make no collection of it: let him show
His skill in the construction.
Here, my good lord.CAIUS LUCIUS
Read, and declare the meaning.Soothsayer
[Reads] 'When as a lion's whelp shall, to himselfCYMBELINE
unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a
piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar
shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many
years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old
stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end
his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in
peace and plenty.'
Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;
The fit and apt construction of thy name,
Being Leonatus, doth import so much.
To CYMBELINEThe piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,
Which we call 'mollis aer;' and 'mollis aer'
We term it 'mulier:' which 'mulier' I divine
Is this most constant wife; who, even now,
Answering the letter of the oracle,
Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about
With this most tender air.
This hath some seeming.Soothsayer
The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,CYMBELINE
Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point
Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stol'n,
For many years thought dead, are now revived,
To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue
Promises Britain peace and plenty.
My peace we will begin. And, Caius Lucius,
Although the victor, we submit to Caesar,
And to the Roman empire; promising
To pay our wonted tribute, from the which
We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;
Whom heavens, in justice, both on her and hers,
Have laid most heavy hand.
The fingers of the powers above do tuneCYMBELINE
The harmony of this peace. The vision
Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke
Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant
Is full accomplish'd; for the Roman eagle,
From south to west on wing soaring aloft,
Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun
So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle,
The imperial Caesar, should again unite
His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,
Which shines here in the west.
Laud we the gods;
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our blest altars. Publish we this peace
To all our subjects. Set we forward: let
A Roman and a British ensign wave
Friendly together: so through Lud's-town march:
And in the temple of great Jupiter
Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.
Set on there! Never was a war did cease,
Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.