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      <article class="book" id="R.1">
         <header class="book-titlepage">
            <h1>Cymbeline</h1>
         </header>
         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  Rome. Philario's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE V.  Britain. A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE VI.  The same. Another room in the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. Before Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  Imogen's bedchamber in Cymbeline's palace: a trunk in one corner of it.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. Scene III  An ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's apartments.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  Rome. Philario's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.6">5. SCENE V.  Another room in Philario's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. A hall in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  Another room in the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  Wales: a mountainous country with a cave.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  Country near Milford-Haven.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.6">5. SCENE V.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.7">6. SCENE VI.  Wales. Before the cave of Belarius.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.8">7. SCENE VII.  Rome. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Wales: near the cave of Belarius.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  Before the cave of Belarius.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  Wales: before the cave of Belarius.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. The Roman camp.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  Another part of the field.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  A British prison.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  Cymbeline's tent.</a>
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                     </ul>
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               </ul>
            </div>
         </div>
         <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
            <header class="preface-titlepage">
               <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
            </header>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">CYMBELINE, king of Britain.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">CLOTEN, son to the Queen by a former husband.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, a gentleman, husband to Imogen.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">BELARIUS, a banished lord, disguised under the name of Morgan.</span>
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                  <td>
                     <span class="member">
                        <span class="personname">GUIDERIUS</span>
                        <span class="personname">ARVIRAGUS</span>
                     </span>
                  </td>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the names of Polydote and Cadwal, supposed sons to Morgan.</span>
                  </td>
               </tr>
            </table>
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                  <td>
                     <span class="member">
                        <span class="personname">PHILARIO, friend to Posthumus</span>
                        <span class="personname">IACHIMO, friend to Philario </span>
                     </span>
                  </td>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">Italians.</span>
                  </td>
               </tr>
            </table>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">CAIUS LUCIUS, general of the Roman forces.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">PISANIO, servant to Posthumus.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">CORNELIUS, a physician.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">A Roman Captain. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Two British Captains.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">A Frenchman, friend to Philario.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Two Lords of Cymbeline's court.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Two Gentlemen of the same.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Two Gaolers.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">QUEEN, wife to Cymbeline.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">IMOGEN, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">HELEN, a lady attending on Imogen.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, a Soothsayer, a Dutchman, a Spaniard, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Apparitions.</span>
            </p>
            <p>SCENE  Britain; Rome.</p>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. A public place.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  Rome. Philario's house.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE V.  Britain. A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE VI.  The same. Another room in the palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter two Gentlemen</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods</div>
                     <div class="line">No more obey the heavens than our courtiers</div>
                     <div class="line">Still seem as does the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">But what's the matter?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom</div>
                     <div class="line">He purposed to his wife's sole son--a widow</div>
                     <div class="line">That late he married--hath referr'd herself</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded;</div>
                     <div class="line">Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all</div>
                     <div class="line">Is outward sorrow; though I think the king</div>
                     <div class="line">Be touch'd at very heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">None but the king?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">He that hath lost her too; so is the queen,</div>
                     <div class="line">That most desired the match; but not a courtier,</div>
                     <div class="line">Although they wear their faces to the bent</div>
                     <div class="line">Of the king's look's, hath a heart that is not</div>
                     <div class="line">Glad at the thing they scowl at.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">And why so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing</div>
                     <div class="line">Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her--</div>
                     <div class="line">I mean, that married her, alack, good man!</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore banish'd--is a creature such</div>
                     <div class="line">As, to seek through the regions of the earth</div>
                     <div class="line">For one his like, there would be something failing</div>
                     <div class="line">In him that should compare. I do not think</div>
                     <div class="line">So fair an outward and such stuff within</div>
                     <div class="line">Endows a man but he.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">You speak him far.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">I do extend him, sir, within himself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Crush him together rather than unfold</div>
                     <div class="line">His measure duly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">What's his name and birth?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot delve him to the root: his father</div>
                     <div class="line">Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the Romans with Cassibelan,</div>
                     <div class="line">But had his titles by Tenantius whom</div>
                     <div class="line">He served with glory and admired success,</div>
                     <div class="line">So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus;</div>
                     <div class="line">And had, besides this gentleman in question,</div>
                     <div class="line">Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time</div>
                     <div class="line">Died with their swords in hand; for which</div>
                     <div class="line">their father,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow</div>
                     <div class="line">That he quit being, and his gentle lady,</div>
                     <div class="line">Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased</div>
                     <div class="line">As he was born. The king he takes the babe</div>
                     <div class="line">To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber,</div>
                     <div class="line">Puts to him all the learnings that his time</div>
                     <div class="line">Could make him the receiver of; which he took,</div>
                     <div class="line">As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">And in's spring became a harvest, lived in court--</div>
                     <div class="line">Which rare it is to do--most praised, most loved,</div>
                     <div class="line">A sample to the youngest, to the more mature</div>
                     <div class="line">A glass that feated them, and to the graver</div>
                     <div class="line">A child that guided dotards; to his mistress,</div>
                     <div class="line">For whom he now is banish'd, her own price</div>
                     <div class="line">Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;</div>
                     <div class="line">By her election may be truly read</div>
                     <div class="line">What kind of man he is.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">I honour him</div>
                     <div class="line">Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is she sole child to the king?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">His only child.</div>
                     <div class="line">He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing,</div>
                     <div class="line">Mark it: the eldest of them at three years old,</div>
                     <div class="line">I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery</div>
                     <div class="line">Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge</div>
                     <div class="line">Which way they went.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">How long is this ago?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">Some twenty years.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">That a king's children should be so convey'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">So slackly guarded, and the search so slow,</div>
                     <div class="line">That could not trace them!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">Howsoe'er 'tis strange,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet is it true, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">I do well believe you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">We must forbear: here comes the gentleman,</div>
                     <div class="line">The queen, and princess.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
               <p>Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and IMOGEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,</div>
                     <div class="line">After the slander of most stepmothers,</div>
                     <div class="line">Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but</div>
                     <div class="line">Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys</div>
                     <div class="line">That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,</div>
                     <div class="line">So soon as I can win the offended king,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will be known your advocate: marry, yet</div>
                     <div class="line">The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good</div>
                     <div class="line">You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience</div>
                     <div class="line">Your wisdom may inform you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Please your highness,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will from hence to-day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">You know the peril.</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying</div>
                     <div class="line">The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath charged you should not speak together.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">O</div>
                     <div class="line">Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant</div>
                     <div class="line">Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,</div>
                     <div class="line">I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing--</div>
                     <div class="line">Always reserved my holy duty--what</div>
                     <div class="line">His rage can do on me: you must be gone;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I shall here abide the hourly shot</div>
                     <div class="line">Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that there is this jewel in the world</div>
                     <div class="line">That I may see again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My queen! my mistress!</div>
                     <div class="line">O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause</div>
                     <div class="line">To be suspected of more tenderness</div>
                     <div class="line">Than doth become a man. I will remain</div>
                     <div class="line">The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth:</div>
                     <div class="line">My residence in Rome at one Philario's,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who to my father was a friend, to me</div>
                     <div class="line">Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though ink be made of gall.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter QUEEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Be brief, I pray you:</div>
                     <div class="line">If the king come, I shall incur I know not</div>
                     <div class="line">How much of his displeasure.</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">Yet I'll move him</div>
                     <div class="line">To walk this way: I never do him wrong,</div>
                     <div class="line">But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;</div>
                     <div class="line">Pays dear for my offences.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Should we be taking leave</div>
                     <div class="line">As long a term as yet we have to live,</div>
                     <div class="line">The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, stay a little:</div>
                     <div class="line">Were you but riding forth to air yourself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;</div>
                     <div class="line">This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;</div>
                     <div class="line">But keep it till you woo another wife,</div>
                     <div class="line">When Imogen is dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">How, how! another?</div>
                     <div class="line">You gentle gods, give me but this I have,</div>
                     <div class="line">And sear up my embracements from a next</div>
                     <div class="line">With bonds of death!</div>
                     <p>Putting on the ring</p>
                     <div class="line">Remain, remain thou here</div>
                     <div class="line">While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest,</div>
                     <div class="line">As I my poor self did exchange for you,</div>
                     <div class="line">To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles</div>
                     <div class="line">I still win of you: for my sake wear this;</div>
                     <div class="line">It is a manacle of love; I'll place it</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon this fairest prisoner.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Putting a bracelet upon her arm</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">O the gods!</div>
                     <div class="line">When shall we see again?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CYMBELINE and Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack, the king!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight!</div>
                     <div class="line">If after this command thou fraught the court</div>
                     <div class="line">With thy unworthiness, thou diest: away!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou'rt poison to my blood.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The gods protect you!</div>
                     <div class="line">And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">There cannot be a pinch in death</div>
                     <div class="line">More sharp than this is.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">O disloyal thing,</div>
                     <div class="line">That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st</div>
                     <div class="line">A year's age on me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I beseech you, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Harm not yourself with your vexation</div>
                     <div class="line">I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare</div>
                     <div class="line">Subdues all pangs, all fears.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Past grace? obedience?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">That mightst have had the sole son of my queen!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle,</div>
                     <div class="line">And did avoid a puttock.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne</div>
                     <div class="line">A seat for baseness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">No; I rather added</div>
                     <div class="line">A lustre to it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">O thou vile one!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:</div>
                     <div class="line">You bred him as my playfellow, and he is</div>
                     <div class="line">A man worth any woman, overbuys me</div>
                     <div class="line">Almost the sum he pays.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">What, art thou mad?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were</div>
                     <div class="line">A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus</div>
                     <div class="line">Our neighbour shepherd's son!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou foolish thing!</div>
                     <p>Re-enter QUEEN</p>
                     <div class="line">They were again together: you have done</div>
                     <div class="line">Not after our command. Away with her,</div>
                     <div class="line">And pen her up.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Beseech your patience. Peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">Dear lady daughter, peace! Sweet sovereign,</div>
                     <div class="line">Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of your best advice.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, let her languish</div>
                     <div class="line">A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,</div>
                     <div class="line">Die of this folly!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt CYMBELINE and Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie! you must give way.</div>
                     <p>Enter PISANIO</p>
                     <div class="line">Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord your son drew on my master.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Ha!</div>
                     <div class="line">No harm, I trust, is done?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">There might have been,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that my master rather play'd than fought</div>
                     <div class="line">And had no help of anger: they were parted</div>
                     <div class="line">By gentlemen at hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I am very glad on't.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.</div>
                     <div class="line">To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!</div>
                     <div class="line">I would they were in Afric both together;</div>
                     <div class="line">Myself by with a needle, that I might prick</div>
                     <div class="line">The goer-back. Why came you from your master?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">On his command: he would not suffer me</div>
                     <div class="line">To bring him to the haven; left these notes</div>
                     <div class="line">Of what commands I should be subject to,</div>
                     <div class="line">When 't pleased you to employ me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">This hath been</div>
                     <div class="line">Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour</div>
                     <div class="line">He will remain so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I humbly thank your highness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray, walk awhile.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">About some half-hour hence,</div>
                     <div class="line">I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least</div>
                     <div class="line">Go see my lord aboard: for this time leave me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  The same. A public place.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CLOTEN and two Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the</div>
                     <div class="line">violence of action hath made you reek as a</div>
                     <div class="line">sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in:</div>
                     <div class="line">there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be</div>
                     <div class="line">not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  His steel was in debt; it went o' the</div>
                     <div class="line">backside the town.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">The villain would not stand me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but</div>
                     <div class="line">he added to your having; gave you some ground.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I would they had not come between us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  So would I, till you had measured how long</div>
                     <div class="line">a fool you were upon the ground.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  If it be a sin to make a true election, she</div>
                     <div class="line">is damned.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain</div>
                     <div class="line">go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen</div>
                     <div class="line">small reflection of her wit.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  She shines not upon fools, lest the</div>
                     <div class="line">reflection should hurt her.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some</div>
                     <div class="line">hurt done!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  I wish not so; unless it had been the fall</div>
                     <div class="line">of an ass, which is no great hurt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">You'll go with us?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll attend your lordship.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, come, let's go together.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven,</div>
                     <div class="line">And question'dst every sail: if he should write</div>
                     <div class="line">And not have it, 'twere a paper lost,</div>
                     <div class="line">As offer'd mercy is. What was the last</div>
                     <div class="line">That he spake to thee?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">It was his queen, his queen!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Then waved his handkerchief?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">And kiss'd it, madam.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Senseless Linen! happier therein than I!</div>
                     <div class="line">And that was all?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">No, madam; for so long</div>
                     <div class="line">As he could make me with this eye or ear</div>
                     <div class="line">Distinguish him from others, he did keep</div>
                     <div class="line">The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,</div>
                     <div class="line">Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mind</div>
                     <div class="line">Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,</div>
                     <div class="line">How swift his ship.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shouldst have made him</div>
                     <div class="line">As little as a crow, or less, ere left</div>
                     <div class="line">To after-eye him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, so I did.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but</div>
                     <div class="line">To look upon him, till the diminution</div>
                     <div class="line">Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from</div>
                     <div class="line">The smallness of a gnat to air, and then</div>
                     <div class="line">Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Pisanio,</div>
                     <div class="line">When shall we hear from him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Be assured, madam,</div>
                     <div class="line">With his next vantage.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I did not take my leave of him, but had</div>
                     <div class="line">Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him</div>
                     <div class="line">How I would think on him at certain hours</div>
                     <div class="line">Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear</div>
                     <div class="line">The shes of Italy should not betray</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him,</div>
                     <div class="line">At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,</div>
                     <div class="line">To encounter me with orisons, for then</div>
                     <div class="line">I am in heaven for him; or ere I could</div>
                     <div class="line">Give him that parting kiss which I had set</div>
                     <div class="line">Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father</div>
                     <div class="line">And like the tyrannous breathing of the north</div>
                     <div class="line">Shakes all our buds from growing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Lady</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">The queen, madam,</div>
                     <div class="line">Desires your highness' company.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">I will attend the queen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I shall.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Rome. Philario's house.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a Frenchman, a
Dutchman, and a Spaniard</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain: he was</div>
                     <div class="line">then of a crescent note, expected to prove so worthy</div>
                     <div class="line">as since he hath been allowed the name of; but I</div>
                     <div class="line">could then have looked on him without the help of</div>
                     <div class="line">admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments</div>
                     <div class="line">had been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">You speak of him when he was less furnished than now</div>
                     <div class="line">he is with that which makes him both without and within.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Frenchman</div>
                     <div class="line">I have seen him in France: we had very many there</div>
                     <div class="line">could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">This matter of marrying his king's daughter, wherein</div>
                     <div class="line">he must be weighed rather by her value than his own,</div>
                     <div class="line">words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Frenchman</div>
                     <div class="line">And then his banishment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, and the approbation of those that weep this</div>
                     <div class="line">lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully</div>
                     <div class="line">to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment,</div>
                     <div class="line">which else an easy battery might lay flat, for</div>
                     <div class="line">taking a beggar without less quality. But how comes</div>
                     <div class="line">it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps</div>
                     <div class="line">acquaintance?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">His father and I were soldiers together; to whom I</div>
                     <div class="line">have been often bound for no less than my life.</div>
                     <div class="line">Here comes the Briton: let him be so entertained</div>
                     <div class="line">amongst you as suits, with gentlemen of your</div>
                     <div class="line">knowing, to a stranger of his quality.</div>
                     <p>Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</p>
                     <div class="line">I beseech you all, be better known to this</div>
                     <div class="line">gentleman; whom I commend to you as a noble friend</div>
                     <div class="line">of mine: how worthy he is I will leave to appear</div>
                     <div class="line">hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Frenchman</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, we have known together in Orleans.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies,</div>
                     <div class="line">which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Frenchman</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness: I was glad I</div>
                     <div class="line">did atone my countryman and you; it had been pity</div>
                     <div class="line">you should have been put together with so mortal a</div>
                     <div class="line">purpose as then each bore, upon importance of so</div>
                     <div class="line">slight and trivial a nature.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">By your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller;</div>
                     <div class="line">rather shunned to go even with what I heard than in</div>
                     <div class="line">my every action to be guided by others' experiences:</div>
                     <div class="line">but upon my mended judgment--if I offend not to say</div>
                     <div class="line">it is mended--my quarrel was not altogether slight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Frenchman</div>
                     <div class="line">'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrement of swords,</div>
                     <div class="line">and by such two that would by all likelihood have</div>
                     <div class="line">confounded one the other, or have fallen both.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Can we, with manners, ask what was the difference?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Frenchman</div>
                     <div class="line">Safely, I think: 'twas a contention in public,</div>
                     <div class="line">which may, without contradiction, suffer the report.</div>
                     <div class="line">It was much like an argument that fell out last</div>
                     <div class="line">night, where each of us fell in praise of our</div>
                     <div class="line">country mistresses; this gentleman at that time</div>
                     <div class="line">vouching--and upon warrant of bloody</div>
                     <div class="line">affirmation--his to be more fair, virtuous, wise,</div>
                     <div class="line">chaste, constant-qualified and less attemptable</div>
                     <div class="line">than any the rarest of our ladies in France.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">That lady is not now living, or this gentleman's</div>
                     <div class="line">opinion by this worn out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">She holds her virtue still and I my mind.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">You must not so far prefer her 'fore ours of Italy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Being so far provoked as I was in France, I would</div>
                     <div class="line">abate her nothing, though I profess myself her</div>
                     <div class="line">adorer, not her friend.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">As fair and as good--a kind of hand-in-hand</div>
                     <div class="line">comparison--had been something too fair and too good</div>
                     <div class="line">for any lady in Britain. If she went before others</div>
                     <div class="line">I have seen, as that diamond of yours outlustres</div>
                     <div class="line">many I have beheld. I could not but believe she</div>
                     <div class="line">excelled many: but I have not seen the most</div>
                     <div class="line">precious diamond that is, nor you the lady.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I praised her as I rated her: so do I my stone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">What do you esteem it at?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">More than the world enjoys.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Either your unparagoned mistress is dead, or she's</div>
                     <div class="line">outprized by a trifle.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">You are mistaken: the one may be sold, or given, if</div>
                     <div class="line">there were wealth enough for the purchase, or merit</div>
                     <div class="line">for the gift: the other is not a thing for sale,</div>
                     <div class="line">and only the gift of the gods.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Which the gods have given you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, by their graces, I will keep.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">You may wear her in title yours: but, you know,</div>
                     <div class="line">strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your</div>
                     <div class="line">ring may be stolen too: so your brace of unprizable</div>
                     <div class="line">estimations; the one is but frail and the other</div>
                     <div class="line">casual; a cunning thief, or a that way accomplished</div>
                     <div class="line">courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier</div>
                     <div class="line">to convince the honour of my mistress, if, in the</div>
                     <div class="line">holding or loss of that, you term her frail. I do</div>
                     <div class="line">nothing doubt you have store of thieves;</div>
                     <div class="line">notwithstanding, I fear not my ring.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Let us leave here, gentlemen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I</div>
                     <div class="line">thank him, makes no stranger of me; we are familiar at first.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">With five times so much conversation, I should get</div>
                     <div class="line">ground of your fair mistress, make her go back, even</div>
                     <div class="line">to the yielding, had I admittance and opportunity to friend.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No, no.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">I dare thereupon pawn the moiety of my estate to</div>
                     <div class="line">your ring; which, in my opinion, o'ervalues it</div>
                     <div class="line">something: but I make my wager rather against your</div>
                     <div class="line">confidence than her reputation: and, to bar your</div>
                     <div class="line">offence herein too, I durst attempt it against any</div>
                     <div class="line">lady in the world.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">You are a great deal abused in too bold a</div>
                     <div class="line">persuasion; and I doubt not you sustain what you're</div>
                     <div class="line">worthy of by your attempt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">What's that?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">A repulse: though your attempt, as you call it,</div>
                     <div class="line">deserve more; a punishment too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Gentlemen, enough of this: it came in too suddenly;</div>
                     <div class="line">let it die as it was born, and, I pray you, be</div>
                     <div class="line">better acquainted.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Would I had put my estate and my neighbour's on the</div>
                     <div class="line">approbation of what I have spoke!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What lady would you choose to assail?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Yours; whom in constancy you think stands so safe.</div>
                     <div class="line">I will lay you ten thousand ducats to your ring,</div>
                     <div class="line">that, commend me to the court where your lady is,</div>
                     <div class="line">with no more advantage than the opportunity of a</div>
                     <div class="line">second conference, and I will bring from thence</div>
                     <div class="line">that honour of hers which you imagine so reserved.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring</div>
                     <div class="line">I hold dear as my finger; 'tis part of it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">You are afraid, and therein the wiser. If you buy</div>
                     <div class="line">ladies' flesh at a million a dram, you cannot</div>
                     <div class="line">preserve it from tainting: but I see you have some</div>
                     <div class="line">religion in you, that you fear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a</div>
                     <div class="line">graver purpose, I hope.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">I am the master of my speeches, and would undergo</div>
                     <div class="line">what's spoken, I swear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Will you? I shall but lend my diamond till your</div>
                     <div class="line">return: let there be covenants drawn between's: my</div>
                     <div class="line">mistress exceeds in goodness the hugeness of your</div>
                     <div class="line">unworthy thinking: I dare you to this match: here's my ring.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I will have it no lay.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">By the gods, it is one. If I bring you no</div>
                     <div class="line">sufficient testimony that I have enjoyed the dearest</div>
                     <div class="line">bodily part of your mistress, my ten thousand ducats</div>
                     <div class="line">are yours; so is your diamond too: if I come off,</div>
                     <div class="line">and leave her in such honour as you have trust in,</div>
                     <div class="line">she your jewel, this your jewel, and my gold are</div>
                     <div class="line">yours: provided I have your commendation for my more</div>
                     <div class="line">free entertainment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I embrace these conditions; let us have articles</div>
                     <div class="line">betwixt us. Only, thus far you shall answer: if</div>
                     <div class="line">you make your voyage upon her and give me directly</div>
                     <div class="line">to understand you have prevailed, I am no further</div>
                     <div class="line">your enemy; she is not worth our debate: if she</div>
                     <div class="line">remain unseduced, you not making it appear</div>
                     <div class="line">otherwise, for your ill opinion and the assault you</div>
                     <div class="line">have made to her chastity you shall answer me with</div>
                     <div class="line">your sword.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Your hand; a covenant: we will have these things set</div>
                     <div class="line">down by lawful counsel, and straight away for</div>
                     <div class="line">Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and</div>
                     <div class="line">starve: I will fetch my gold and have our two</div>
                     <div class="line">wagers recorded.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Agreed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and IACHIMO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Frenchman</div>
                     <div class="line">Will this hold, think you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Signior Iachimo will not from it.</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray, let us follow 'em.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  Britain. A room in Cymbeline's palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter QUEEN, Ladies, and CORNELIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Whiles yet the dew's on ground, gather those flowers;</div>
                     <div class="line">Make haste: who has the note of them?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">I, madam.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Dispatch.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt Ladies</p>
                     <div class="line">Now, master doctor, have you brought those drugs?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Pleaseth your highness, ay: here they are, madam:</div>
                     <p>Presenting a small box</p>
                     <div class="line">But I beseech your grace, without offence,--</div>
                     <div class="line">My conscience bids me ask--wherefore you have</div>
                     <div class="line">Commanded of me those most poisonous compounds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which are the movers of a languishing death;</div>
                     <div class="line">But though slow, deadly?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I wonder, doctor,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou ask'st me such a question. Have I not been</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how</div>
                     <div class="line">To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so</div>
                     <div class="line">That our great king himself doth woo me oft</div>
                     <div class="line">For my confections? Having thus far proceeded,--</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless thou think'st me devilish--is't not meet</div>
                     <div class="line">That I did amplify my judgment in</div>
                     <div class="line">Other conclusions? I will try the forces</div>
                     <div class="line">Of these thy compounds on such creatures as</div>
                     <div class="line">We count not worth the hanging, but none human,</div>
                     <div class="line">To try the vigour of them and apply</div>
                     <div class="line">Allayments to their act, and by them gather</div>
                     <div class="line">Their several virtues and effects.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Your highness</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall from this practise but make hard your heart:</div>
                     <div class="line">Besides, the seeing these effects will be</div>
                     <div class="line">Both noisome and infectious.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">O, content thee.</div>
                     <p>Enter PISANIO</p>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him</div>
                     <div class="line">Will I first work: he's for his master,</div>
                     <div class="line">An enemy to my son. How now, Pisanio!</div>
                     <div class="line">Doctor, your service for this time is ended;</div>
                     <div class="line">Take your own way.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>          I do suspect you, madam;</div>
                     <div class="line">But you shall do no harm.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>To PISANIO</span>            Hark thee, a word.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  I do not like her. She doth think she has</div>
                     <div class="line">Strange lingering poisons: I do know her spirit,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will not trust one of her malice with</div>
                     <div class="line">A drug of such damn'd nature. Those she has</div>
                     <div class="line">Will stupefy and dull the sense awhile;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which first, perchance, she'll prove on</div>
                     <div class="line">cats and dogs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then afterward up higher: but there is</div>
                     <div class="line">No danger in what show of death it makes,</div>
                     <div class="line">More than the locking-up the spirits a time,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be more fresh, reviving. She is fool'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With a most false effect; and I the truer,</div>
                     <div class="line">So to be false with her.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">No further service, doctor,</div>
                     <div class="line">Until I send for thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I humbly take my leave.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Weeps she still, say'st thou? Dost thou think in time</div>
                     <div class="line">She will not quench and let instructions enter</div>
                     <div class="line">Where folly now possesses? Do thou work:</div>
                     <div class="line">When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then</div>
                     <div class="line">As great as is thy master, greater, for</div>
                     <div class="line">His fortunes all lie speechless and his name</div>
                     <div class="line">Is at last gasp: return he cannot, nor</div>
                     <div class="line">Continue where he is: to shift his being</div>
                     <div class="line">Is to exchange one misery with another,</div>
                     <div class="line">And every day that comes comes to decay</div>
                     <div class="line">A day's work in him. What shalt thou expect,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be depender on a thing that leans,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who cannot be new built, nor has no friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">So much as but to prop him?</div>
                     <p>The QUEEN drops the box: PISANIO takes it up</p>
                     <div class="line">Thou takest up</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou know'st not what; but take it for thy labour:</div>
                     <div class="line">It is a thing I made, which hath the king</div>
                     <div class="line">Five times redeem'd from death: I do not know</div>
                     <div class="line">What is more cordial. Nay, I prethee, take it;</div>
                     <div class="line">It is an earnest of a further good</div>
                     <div class="line">That I mean to thee. Tell thy mistress how</div>
                     <div class="line">The case stands with her; do't as from thyself.</div>
                     <div class="line">Think what a chance thou changest on, but think</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast thy mistress still, to boot, my son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who shall take notice of thee: I'll move the king</div>
                     <div class="line">To any shape of thy preferment such</div>
                     <div class="line">As thou'lt desire; and then myself, I chiefly,</div>
                     <div class="line">That set thee on to this desert, am bound</div>
                     <div class="line">To load thy merit richly. Call my women:</div>
                     <div class="line">Think on my words.</div>
                     <p>Exit PISANIO</p>
                     <div class="line">A sly and constant knave,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not to be shaked; the agent for his master</div>
                     <div class="line">And the remembrancer of her to hold</div>
                     <div class="line">The hand-fast to her lord. I have given him that</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, if he take, shall quite unpeople her</div>
                     <div class="line">Of liegers for her sweet, and which she after,</div>
                     <div class="line">Except she bend her humour, shall be assured</div>
                     <div class="line">To taste of too.</div>
                     <p>Re-enter PISANIO and Ladies</p>
                     <div class="line">So, so: well done, well done:</div>
                     <div class="line">The violets, cowslips, and the primroses,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bear to my closet. Fare thee well, Pisanio;</div>
                     <div class="line">Think on my words.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt QUEEN and Ladies</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">And shall do:</div>
                     <div class="line">But when to my good lord I prove untrue,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll choke myself: there's all I'll do for you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.7">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>6. SCENE VI.  The same. Another room in the palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter IMOGEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">A father cruel, and a step-dame false;</div>
                     <div class="line">A foolish suitor to a wedded lady,</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath her husband banish'd;--O, that husband!</div>
                     <div class="line">My supreme crown of grief! and those repeated</div>
                     <div class="line">Vexations of it! Had I been thief-stol'n,</div>
                     <div class="line">As my two brothers, happy! but most miserable</div>
                     <div class="line">Is the desire that's glorious: blest be those,</div>
                     <div class="line">How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which seasons comfort. Who may this be? Fie!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, a noble gentleman of Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">Comes from my lord with letters.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Change you, madam?</div>
                     <div class="line">The worthy Leonatus is in safety</div>
                     <div class="line">And greets your highness dearly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Presents a letter</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, good sir:</div>
                     <div class="line">You're kindly welcome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  All of her that is out of door most rich!</div>
                     <div class="line">If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare,</div>
                     <div class="line">She is alone the Arabian bird, and I</div>
                     <div class="line">Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend!</div>
                     <div class="line">Arm me, audacity, from head to foot!</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, like the Parthian, I shall flying fight;</div>
                     <div class="line">Rather directly fly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Reads</span>  'He is one of the noblest note, to whose</div>
                     <div class="line">kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect upon</div>
                     <div class="line">him accordingly, as you value your trust--</div>
                     <div class="line">LEONATUS.'</div>
                     <div class="line">So far I read aloud:</div>
                     <div class="line">But even the very middle of my heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Is warm'd by the rest, and takes it thankfully.</div>
                     <div class="line">You are as welcome, worthy sir, as I</div>
                     <div class="line">Have words to bid you, and shall find it so</div>
                     <div class="line">In all that I can do.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, fairest lady.</div>
                     <div class="line">What, are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">To see this vaulted arch, and the rich crop</div>
                     <div class="line">Of sea and land, which can distinguish 'twixt</div>
                     <div class="line">The fiery orbs above and the twinn'd stones</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the number'd beach? and can we not</div>
                     <div class="line">Partition make with spectacles so precious</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twixt fair and foul?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">What makes your admiration?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">It cannot be i' the eye, for apes and monkeys</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and</div>
                     <div class="line">Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judgment,</div>
                     <div class="line">For idiots in this case of favour would</div>
                     <div class="line">Be wisely definite; nor i' the appetite;</div>
                     <div class="line">Sluttery to such neat excellence opposed</div>
                     <div class="line">Should make desire vomit emptiness,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not so allured to feed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">What is the matter, trow?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">The cloyed will,</div>
                     <div class="line">That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub</div>
                     <div class="line">Both fill'd and running, ravening first the lamb</div>
                     <div class="line">Longs after for the garbage.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">What, dear sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus raps you? Are you well?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, madam; well.</div>
                     <p>To PISANIO</p>
                     <div class="line">Beseech you, sir, desire</div>
                     <div class="line">My man's abode where I did leave him: he</div>
                     <div class="line">Is strange and peevish.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I was going, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">To give him welcome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Continues well my lord? His health, beseech you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, madam.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Exceeding pleasant; none a stranger there</div>
                     <div class="line">So merry and so gamesome: he is call'd</div>
                     <div class="line">The Briton reveller.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">When he was here,</div>
                     <div class="line">He did incline to sadness, and oft-times</div>
                     <div class="line">Not knowing why.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">I never saw him sad.</div>
                     <div class="line">There is a Frenchman his companion, one</div>
                     <div class="line">An eminent monsieur, that, it seems, much loves</div>
                     <div class="line">A Gallian girl at home; he furnaces</div>
                     <div class="line">The thick sighs from him, whiles the jolly Briton--</div>
                     <div class="line">Your lord, I mean--laughs from's free lungs, cries 'O,</div>
                     <div class="line">Can my sides hold, to think that man, who knows</div>
                     <div class="line">By history, report, or his own proof,</div>
                     <div class="line">What woman is, yea, what she cannot choose</div>
                     <div class="line">But must be, will his free hours languish for</div>
                     <div class="line">Assured bondage?'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Will my lord say so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter:</div>
                     <div class="line">It is a recreation to be by</div>
                     <div class="line">And hear him mock the Frenchman. But, heavens know,</div>
                     <div class="line">Some men are much to blame.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Not he, I hope.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Not he: but yet heaven's bounty towards him might</div>
                     <div class="line">Be used more thankfully. In himself, 'tis much;</div>
                     <div class="line">In you, which I account his beyond all talents,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst I am bound to wonder, I am bound</div>
                     <div class="line">To pity too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">What do you pity, sir?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Two creatures heartily.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Am I one, sir?</div>
                     <div class="line">You look on me: what wreck discern you in me</div>
                     <div class="line">Deserves your pity?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Lamentable! What,</div>
                     <div class="line">To hide me from the radiant sun and solace</div>
                     <div class="line">I' the dungeon by a snuff?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I pray you, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Deliver with more openness your answers</div>
                     <div class="line">To my demands. Why do you pity me?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">That others do--</div>
                     <div class="line">I was about to say--enjoy your--But</div>
                     <div class="line">It is an office of the gods to venge it,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not mine to speak on 't.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">You do seem to know</div>
                     <div class="line">Something of me, or what concerns me: pray you,--</div>
                     <div class="line">Since doubling things go ill often hurts more</div>
                     <div class="line">Than to be sure they do; for certainties</div>
                     <div class="line">Either are past remedies, or, timely knowing,</div>
                     <div class="line">The remedy then born--discover to me</div>
                     <div class="line">What both you spur and stop.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Had I this cheek</div>
                     <div class="line">To bathe my lips upon; this hand, whose touch,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose every touch, would force the feeler's soul</div>
                     <div class="line">To the oath of loyalty; this object, which</div>
                     <div class="line">Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">Fixing it only here; should I, damn'd then,</div>
                     <div class="line">Slaver with lips as common as the stairs</div>
                     <div class="line">That mount the Capitol; join gripes with hands</div>
                     <div class="line">Made hard with hourly falsehood--falsehood, as</div>
                     <div class="line">With labour; then by-peeping in an eye</div>
                     <div class="line">Base and unlustrous as the smoky light</div>
                     <div class="line">That's fed with stinking tallow; it were fit</div>
                     <div class="line">That all the plagues of hell should at one time</div>
                     <div class="line">Encounter such revolt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, I fear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Has forgot Britain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">And himself. Not I,</div>
                     <div class="line">Inclined to this intelligence, pronounce</div>
                     <div class="line">The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces</div>
                     <div class="line">That from pay mutest conscience to my tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">Charms this report out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me hear no more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">O dearest soul! your cause doth strike my heart</div>
                     <div class="line">With pity, that doth make me sick. A lady</div>
                     <div class="line">So fair, and fasten'd to an empery,</div>
                     <div class="line">Would make the great'st king double,--to be partner'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With tomboys hired with that self-exhibition</div>
                     <div class="line">Which your own coffers yield! with diseased ventures</div>
                     <div class="line">That play with all infirmities for gold</div>
                     <div class="line">Which rottenness can lend nature! such boil'd stuff</div>
                     <div class="line">As well might poison poison! Be revenged;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or she that bore you was no queen, and you</div>
                     <div class="line">Recoil from your great stock.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Revenged!</div>
                     <div class="line">How should I be revenged? If this be true,--</div>
                     <div class="line">As I have such a heart that both mine ears</div>
                     <div class="line">Must not in haste abuse--if it be true,</div>
                     <div class="line">How should I be revenged?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Should he make me</div>
                     <div class="line">Live, like Diana's priest, betwixt cold sheets,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps,</div>
                     <div class="line">In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it.</div>
                     <div class="line">I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure,</div>
                     <div class="line">More noble than that runagate to your bed,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will continue fast to your affection,</div>
                     <div class="line">Still close as sure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">What, ho, Pisanio!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me my service tender on your lips.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Away! I do condemn mine ears that have</div>
                     <div class="line">So long attended thee. If thou wert honourable,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue, not</div>
                     <div class="line">For such an end thou seek'st,--as base as strange.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wrong'st a gentleman, who is as far</div>
                     <div class="line">From thy report as thou from honour, and</div>
                     <div class="line">Solicit'st here a lady that disdains</div>
                     <div class="line">Thee and the devil alike. What ho, Pisanio!</div>
                     <div class="line">The king my father shall be made acquainted</div>
                     <div class="line">Of thy assault: if he shall think it fit,</div>
                     <div class="line">A saucy stranger in his court to mart</div>
                     <div class="line">As in a Romish stew and to expound</div>
                     <div class="line">His beastly mind to us, he hath a court</div>
                     <div class="line">He little cares for and a daughter who</div>
                     <div class="line">He not respects at all. What, ho, Pisanio!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">O happy Leonatus! I may say</div>
                     <div class="line">The credit that thy lady hath of thee</div>
                     <div class="line">Deserves thy trust, and thy most perfect goodness</div>
                     <div class="line">Her assured credit. Blessed live you long!</div>
                     <div class="line">A lady to the worthiest sir that ever</div>
                     <div class="line">Country call'd his! and you his mistress, only</div>
                     <div class="line">For the most worthiest fit! Give me your pardon.</div>
                     <div class="line">I have spoke this, to know if your affiance</div>
                     <div class="line">Were deeply rooted; and shall make your lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">That which he is, new o'er: and he is one</div>
                     <div class="line">The truest manner'd; such a holy witch</div>
                     <div class="line">That he enchants societies into him;</div>
                     <div class="line">Half all men's hearts are his.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">You make amends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">He sits 'mongst men like a descended god:</div>
                     <div class="line">He hath a kind of honour sets him off,</div>
                     <div class="line">More than a mortal seeming. Be not angry,</div>
                     <div class="line">Most mighty princess, that I have adventured</div>
                     <div class="line">To try your taking a false report; which hath</div>
                     <div class="line">Honour'd with confirmation your great judgment</div>
                     <div class="line">In the election of a sir so rare,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which you know cannot err: the love I bear him</div>
                     <div class="line">Made me to fan you thus, but the gods made you,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unlike all others, chaffless. Pray, your pardon.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">All's well, sir: take my power i' the court</div>
                     <div class="line">for yours.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">My humble thanks. I had almost forgot</div>
                     <div class="line">To entreat your grace but in a small request,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet of moment to, for it concerns</div>
                     <div class="line">Your lord; myself and other noble friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are partners in the business.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray, what is't?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Some dozen Romans of us and your lord--</div>
                     <div class="line">The best feather of our wing--have mingled sums</div>
                     <div class="line">To buy a present for the emperor</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I, the factor for the rest, have done</div>
                     <div class="line">In France: 'tis plate of rare device, and jewels</div>
                     <div class="line">Of rich and exquisite form; their values great;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I am something curious, being strange,</div>
                     <div class="line">To have them in safe stowage: may it please you</div>
                     <div class="line">To take them in protection?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Willingly;</div>
                     <div class="line">And pawn mine honour for their safety: since</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord hath interest in them, I will keep them</div>
                     <div class="line">In my bedchamber.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">They are in a trunk,</div>
                     <div class="line">Attended by my men: I will make bold</div>
                     <div class="line">To send them to you, only for this night;</div>
                     <div class="line">I must aboard to-morrow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">O, no, no.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, I beseech; or I shall short my word</div>
                     <div class="line">By lengthening my return. From Gallia</div>
                     <div class="line">I cross'd the seas on purpose and on promise</div>
                     <div class="line">To see your grace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I thank you for your pains:</div>
                     <div class="line">But not away to-morrow!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, I must, madam:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore I shall beseech you, if you please</div>
                     <div class="line">To greet your lord with writing, do't to-night:</div>
                     <div class="line">I have outstood my time; which is material</div>
                     <div class="line">To the tender of our present.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I will write.</div>
                     <div class="line">Send your trunk to me; it shall safe be kept,</div>
                     <div class="line">And truly yielded you. You're very welcome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.4">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 2. ACT II</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. Before Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  Imogen's bedchamber in Cymbeline's palace: a trunk in one corner of it.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. Scene III  An ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's apartments.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  Rome. Philario's house.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.6">5. SCENE V.  Another room in Philario's house.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Britain. Before Cymbeline's palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CLOTEN and two Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the</div>
                     <div class="line">jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a</div>
                     <div class="line">hundred pound on't: and then a whoreson jackanapes</div>
                     <div class="line">must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine</div>
                     <div class="line">oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">What got he by that? You have broke his pate with</div>
                     <div class="line">your bowl.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  If his wit had been like him that broke it,</div>
                     <div class="line">it would have run all out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for</div>
                     <div class="line">any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">No my lord;</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">nor crop the ears of them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction?</div>
                     <div class="line">Would he had been one of my rank!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  To have smelt like a fool.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I am not vexed more at any thing in the earth: a</div>
                     <div class="line">pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am;</div>
                     <div class="line">they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my</div>
                     <div class="line">mother: every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of</div>
                     <div class="line">fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that</div>
                     <div class="line">nobody can match.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  You are cock and capon too; and you crow,</div>
                     <div class="line">cock, with your comb on.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Sayest thou?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">It is not fit your lordship should undertake every</div>
                     <div class="line">companion that you give offence to.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit</div>
                     <div class="line">offence to my inferiors.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, so I say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">A stranger, and I not know on't!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it</div>
                     <div class="line">not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of</div>
                     <div class="line">Leonatus' friends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another,</div>
                     <div class="line">whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">One of your lordship's pages.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no</div>
                     <div class="line">derogation in't?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">You cannot derogate, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Not easily, I think.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  You are a fool granted; therefore your</div>
                     <div class="line">issues, being foolish, do not derogate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, I'll go see this Italian: what I have lost</div>
                     <div class="line">to-day at bowls I'll win to-night of him. Come, go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll attend your lordship.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt CLOTEN and First Lord</p>
                     <div class="line">That such a crafty devil as is his mother</div>
                     <div class="line">Should yield the world this ass! a woman that</div>
                     <div class="line">Bears all down with her brain; and this her son</div>
                     <div class="line">Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer</div>
                     <div class="line">More hateful than the foul expulsion is</div>
                     <div class="line">Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act</div>
                     <div class="line">Of the divorce he'ld make! The heavens hold firm</div>
                     <div class="line">The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked</div>
                     <div class="line">That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand,</div>
                     <div class="line">To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  Imogen's bedchamber in Cymbeline's palace: a trunk in one corner of it.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>IMOGEN in bed, reading; a Lady attending</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Who's there? my woman Helen?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">Please you, madam</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">What hour is it?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">Almost midnight, madam.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I have read three hours then: mine eyes are weak:</div>
                     <div class="line">Fold down the leaf where I have left: to bed:</div>
                     <div class="line">Take not away the taper, leave it burning;</div>
                     <div class="line">And if thou canst awake by four o' the clock,</div>
                     <div class="line">I prithee, call me. Sleep hath seized me wholly</div>
                     <p>Exit Lady</p>
                     <div class="line">To your protection I commend me, gods.</div>
                     <div class="line">From fairies and the tempters of the night</div>
                     <div class="line">Guard me, beseech ye.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Sleeps. IACHIMO comes from the trunk</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense</div>
                     <div class="line">Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus</div>
                     <div class="line">Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd</div>
                     <div class="line">The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,</div>
                     <div class="line">How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily,</div>
                     <div class="line">And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!</div>
                     <div class="line">But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that</div>
                     <div class="line">Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the taper</div>
                     <div class="line">Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids,</div>
                     <div class="line">To see the enclosed lights, now canopied</div>
                     <div class="line">Under these windows, white and azure laced</div>
                     <div class="line">With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design,</div>
                     <div class="line">To note the chamber: I will write all down:</div>
                     <div class="line">Such and such pictures; there the window; such</div>
                     <div class="line">The adornment of her bed; the arras; figures,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, such and such; and the contents o' the story.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, but some natural notes about her body,</div>
                     <div class="line">Above ten thousand meaner moveables</div>
                     <div class="line">Would testify, to enrich mine inventory.</div>
                     <div class="line">O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!</div>
                     <div class="line">And be her sense but as a monument,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off:</div>
                     <p>Taking off her bracelet</p>
                     <div class="line">As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard!</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,</div>
                     <div class="line">As strongly as the conscience does within,</div>
                     <div class="line">To the madding of her lord. On her left breast</div>
                     <div class="line">A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops</div>
                     <div class="line">I' the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stronger than ever law could make: this secret</div>
                     <div class="line">Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en</div>
                     <div class="line">The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why should I write this down, that's riveted,</div>
                     <div class="line">Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late</div>
                     <div class="line">The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down</div>
                     <div class="line">Where Philomel gave up. I have enough:</div>
                     <div class="line">To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it.</div>
                     <div class="line">Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning</div>
                     <div class="line">May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear;</div>
                     <div class="line">Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.</div>
                     <p>Clock strikes</p>
                     <div class="line">One, two, three: time, time!</div>
                     <p>Goes into the trunk. The scene closes</p>
                  </div>
               </div>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. Scene III  An ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's apartments.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CLOTEN and Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the</div>
                     <div class="line">most coldest that ever turned up ace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">It would make any man cold to lose.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">But not every man patient after the noble temper of</div>
                     <div class="line">your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Winning will put any man into courage. If I could</div>
                     <div class="line">get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough.</div>
                     <div class="line">It's almost morning, is't not?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Day, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I would this music would come: I am advised to give</div>
                     <div class="line">her music o' mornings; they say it will penetrate.</div>
                     <p>Enter Musicians</p>
                     <div class="line">Come on; tune: if you can penetrate her with your</div>
                     <div class="line">fingering, so; we'll try with tongue too: if none</div>
                     <div class="line">will do, let her remain; but I'll never give o'er.</div>
                     <div class="line">First, a very excellent good-conceited thing;</div>
                     <div class="line">after, a wonderful sweet air, with admirable rich</div>
                     <div class="line">words to it: and then let her consider.</div>
                     <p>SONG</p>
                     <div class="line">Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,</div>
                     <div class="line">And Phoebus 'gins arise,</div>
                     <div class="line">His steeds to water at those springs</div>
                     <div class="line">On chaliced flowers that lies;</div>
                     <div class="line">And winking Mary-buds begin</div>
                     <div class="line">To ope their golden eyes:</div>
                     <div class="line">With every thing that pretty is,</div>
                     <div class="line">My lady sweet, arise:</div>
                     <div class="line">Arise, arise.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will</div>
                     <div class="line">consider your music the better: if it do not, it is</div>
                     <div class="line">a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs and</div>
                     <div class="line">calves'-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to</div>
                     <div class="line">boot, can never amend.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt Musicians</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Here comes the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I am glad I was up so late; for that's the reason I</div>
                     <div class="line">was up so early: he cannot choose but take this</div>
                     <div class="line">service I have done fatherly.</div>
                     <p>Enter CYMBELINE and QUEEN</p>
                     <div class="line">Good morrow to your majesty and to my gracious mother.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?</div>
                     <div class="line">Will she not forth?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">The exile of her minion is too new;</div>
                     <div class="line">She hath not yet forgot him: some more time</div>
                     <div class="line">Must wear the print of his remembrance out,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then she's yours.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">You are most bound to the king,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who lets go by no vantages that may</div>
                     <div class="line">Prefer you to his daughter. Frame yourself</div>
                     <div class="line">To orderly soliciting, and be friended</div>
                     <div class="line">With aptness of the season; make denials</div>
                     <div class="line">Increase your services; so seem as if</div>
                     <div class="line">You were inspired to do those duties which</div>
                     <div class="line">You tender to her; that you in all obey her,</div>
                     <div class="line">Save when command to your dismission tends,</div>
                     <div class="line">And therein you are senseless.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Senseless! not so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">So like you, sir, ambassadors from Rome;</div>
                     <div class="line">The one is Caius Lucius.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">A worthy fellow,</div>
                     <div class="line">Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;</div>
                     <div class="line">But that's no fault of his: we must receive him</div>
                     <div class="line">According to the honour of his sender;</div>
                     <div class="line">And towards himself, his goodness forespent on us,</div>
                     <div class="line">We must extend our notice. Our dear son,</div>
                     <div class="line">When you have given good morning to your mistress,</div>
                     <div class="line">Attend the queen and us; we shall have need</div>
                     <div class="line">To employ you towards this Roman. Come, our queen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt all but CLOTEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let her lie still and dream.</div>
                     <p>Knocks</p>
                     <div class="line">By your leave, ho!</div>
                     <div class="line">I Know her women are about her: what</div>
                     <div class="line">If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold</div>
                     <div class="line">Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes</div>
                     <div class="line">Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up</div>
                     <div class="line">Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold</div>
                     <div class="line">Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man: what</div>
                     <div class="line">Can it not do and undo? I will make</div>
                     <div class="line">One of her women lawyer to me, for</div>
                     <div class="line">I yet not understand the case myself.</div>
                     <p>Knocks</p>
                     <div class="line">By your leave.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Lady</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">Who's there that knocks?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">A gentleman.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">No more?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">That's more</div>
                     <div class="line">Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,</div>
                     <div class="line">Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Your lady's person: is she ready?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay,</div>
                     <div class="line">To keep her chamber.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">There is gold for you;</div>
                     <div class="line">Sell me your good report.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">How! my good name? or to report of you</div>
                     <div class="line">What I shall think is good?--The princess!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter IMOGEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Good morrow, fairest: sister, your sweet hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit Lady</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains</div>
                     <div class="line">For purchasing but trouble; the thanks I give</div>
                     <div class="line">Is telling you that I am poor of thanks</div>
                     <div class="line">And scarce can spare them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Still, I swear I love you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:</div>
                     <div class="line">If you swear still, your recompense is still</div>
                     <div class="line">That I regard it not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">This is no answer.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">But that you shall not say I yield being silent,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would not speak. I pray you, spare me: 'faith,</div>
                     <div class="line">I shall unfold equal discourtesy</div>
                     <div class="line">To your best kindness: one of your great knowing</div>
                     <div class="line">Should learn, being taught, forbearance.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin:</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Fools are not mad folks.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Do you call me fool?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">As I am mad, I do:</div>
                     <div class="line">If you'll be patient, I'll no more be mad;</div>
                     <div class="line">That cures us both. I am much sorry, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">You put me to forget a lady's manners,</div>
                     <div class="line">By being so verbal: and learn now, for all,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce,</div>
                     <div class="line">By the very truth of it, I care not for you,</div>
                     <div class="line">And am so near the lack of charity--</div>
                     <div class="line">To accuse myself--I hate you; which I had rather</div>
                     <div class="line">You felt than make't my boast.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">You sin against</div>
                     <div class="line">Obedience, which you owe your father. For</div>
                     <div class="line">The contract you pretend with that base wretch,</div>
                     <div class="line">One bred of alms and foster'd with cold dishes,</div>
                     <div class="line">With scraps o' the court, it is no contract, none:</div>
                     <div class="line">And though it be allow'd in meaner parties--</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet who than he more mean?--to knit their souls,</div>
                     <div class="line">On whom there is no more dependency</div>
                     <div class="line">But brats and beggary, in self-figured knot;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by</div>
                     <div class="line">The consequence o' the crown, and must not soil</div>
                     <div class="line">The precious note of it with a base slave.</div>
                     <div class="line">A hilding for a livery, a squire's cloth,</div>
                     <div class="line">A pantler, not so eminent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Profane fellow</div>
                     <div class="line">Wert thou the son of Jupiter and no more</div>
                     <div class="line">But what thou art besides, thou wert too base</div>
                     <div class="line">To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made</div>
                     <div class="line">Comparative for your virtues, to be styled</div>
                     <div class="line">The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated</div>
                     <div class="line">For being preferred so well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">The south-fog rot him!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">He never can meet more mischance than come</div>
                     <div class="line">To be but named of thee. His meanest garment,</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever hath but clipp'd his body, is dearer</div>
                     <div class="line">In my respect than all the hairs above thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Were they all made such men. How now, Pisanio!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PISANIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">'His garment!' Now the devil--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">'His garment!'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I am sprited with a fool.</div>
                     <div class="line">Frighted, and anger'd worse: go bid my woman</div>
                     <div class="line">Search for a jewel that too casually</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath left mine arm: it was thy master's: 'shrew me,</div>
                     <div class="line">If I would lose it for a revenue</div>
                     <div class="line">Of any king's in Europe. I do think</div>
                     <div class="line">I saw't this morning: confident I am</div>
                     <div class="line">Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:</div>
                     <div class="line">I hope it be not gone to tell my lord</div>
                     <div class="line">That I kiss aught but he.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twill not be lost.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I hope so: go and search.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit PISANIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">You have abused me:</div>
                     <div class="line">'His meanest garment!'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, I said so, sir:</div>
                     <div class="line">If you will make't an action, call witness to't.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I will inform your father.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Your mother too:</div>
                     <div class="line">She's my good lady, and will conceive, I hope,</div>
                     <div class="line">But the worst of me. So, I leave you, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">To the worst of discontent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll be revenged:</div>
                     <div class="line">'His meanest garment!' Well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Rome. Philario's house.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear it not, sir: I would I were so sure</div>
                     <div class="line">To win the king as I am bold her honour</div>
                     <div class="line">Will remain hers.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">What means do you make to him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Not any, but abide the change of time,</div>
                     <div class="line">Quake in the present winter's state and wish</div>
                     <div class="line">That warmer days would come: in these sear'd hopes,</div>
                     <div class="line">I barely gratify your love; they failing,</div>
                     <div class="line">I must die much your debtor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Your very goodness and your company</div>
                     <div class="line">O'erpays all I can do. By this, your king</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath heard of great Augustus: Caius Lucius</div>
                     <div class="line">Will do's commission throughly: and I think</div>
                     <div class="line">He'll grant the tribute, send the arrearages,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or look upon our Romans, whose remembrance</div>
                     <div class="line">Is yet fresh in their grief.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I do believe,</div>
                     <div class="line">Statist though I am none, nor like to be,</div>
                     <div class="line">That this will prove a war; and you shall hear</div>
                     <div class="line">The legions now in Gallia sooner landed</div>
                     <div class="line">In our not-fearing Britain than have tidings</div>
                     <div class="line">Of any penny tribute paid. Our countrymen</div>
                     <div class="line">Are men more order'd than when Julius Caesar</div>
                     <div class="line">Smiled at their lack of skill, but found</div>
                     <div class="line">their courage</div>
                     <div class="line">Worthy his frowning at: their discipline,</div>
                     <div class="line">Now mingled with their courages, will make known</div>
                     <div class="line">To their approvers they are people such</div>
                     <div class="line">That mend upon the world.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter IACHIMO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">See! Iachimo!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The swiftest harts have posted you by land;</div>
                     <div class="line">And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails,</div>
                     <div class="line">To make your vessel nimble.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I hope the briefness of your answer made</div>
                     <div class="line">The speediness of your return.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Your lady</div>
                     <div class="line">Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And therewithal the best; or let her beauty</div>
                     <div class="line">Look through a casement to allure false hearts</div>
                     <div class="line">And be false with them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Here are letters for you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Their tenor good, I trust.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis very like.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court</div>
                     <div class="line">When you were there?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">He was expected then,</div>
                     <div class="line">But not approach'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">All is well yet.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sparkles this stone as it was wont? or is't not</div>
                     <div class="line">Too dull for your good wearing?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">If I had lost it,</div>
                     <div class="line">I should have lost the worth of it in gold.</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll make a journey twice as far, to enjoy</div>
                     <div class="line">A second night of such sweet shortness which</div>
                     <div class="line">Was mine in Britain, for the ring is won.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The stone's too hard to come by.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Not a whit,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your lady being so easy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Make not, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your loss your sport: I hope you know that we</div>
                     <div class="line">Must not continue friends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Good sir, we must,</div>
                     <div class="line">If you keep covenant. Had I not brought</div>
                     <div class="line">The knowledge of your mistress home, I grant</div>
                     <div class="line">We were to question further: but I now</div>
                     <div class="line">Profess myself the winner of her honour,</div>
                     <div class="line">Together with your ring; and not the wronger</div>
                     <div class="line">Of her or you, having proceeded but</div>
                     <div class="line">By both your wills.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">If you can make't apparent</div>
                     <div class="line">That you have tasted her in bed, my hand</div>
                     <div class="line">And ring is yours; if not, the foul opinion</div>
                     <div class="line">You had of her pure honour gains or loses</div>
                     <div class="line">Your sword or mine, or masterless leaves both</div>
                     <div class="line">To who shall find them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, my circumstances,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being so near the truth as I will make them,</div>
                     <div class="line">Must first induce you to believe: whose strength</div>
                     <div class="line">I will confirm with oath; which, I doubt not,</div>
                     <div class="line">You'll give me leave to spare, when you shall find</div>
                     <div class="line">You need it not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Proceed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">First, her bedchamber,--</div>
                     <div class="line">Where, I confess, I slept not, but profess</div>
                     <div class="line">Had that was well worth watching--it was hang'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With tapesty of silk and silver; the story</div>
                     <div class="line">Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,</div>
                     <div class="line">And Cydnus swell'd above the banks, or for</div>
                     <div class="line">The press of boats or pride: a piece of work</div>
                     <div class="line">So bravely done, so rich, that it did strive</div>
                     <div class="line">In workmanship and value; which I wonder'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Could be so rarely and exactly wrought,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since the true life on't was--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This is true;</div>
                     <div class="line">And this you might have heard of here, by me,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or by some other.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">More particulars</div>
                     <div class="line">Must justify my knowledge.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">So they must,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or do your honour injury.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">The chimney</div>
                     <div class="line">Is south the chamber, and the chimney-piece</div>
                     <div class="line">Chaste Dian bathing: never saw I figures</div>
                     <div class="line">So likely to report themselves: the cutter</div>
                     <div class="line">Was as another nature, dumb; outwent her,</div>
                     <div class="line">Motion and breath left out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This is a thing</div>
                     <div class="line">Which you might from relation likewise reap,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being, as it is, much spoke of.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">The roof o' the chamber</div>
                     <div class="line">With golden cherubins is fretted: her andirons--</div>
                     <div class="line">I had forgot them--were two winking Cupids</div>
                     <div class="line">Of silver, each on one foot standing, nicely</div>
                     <div class="line">Depending on their brands.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This is her honour!</div>
                     <div class="line">Let it be granted you have seen all this--and praise</div>
                     <div class="line">Be given to your remembrance--the description</div>
                     <div class="line">Of what is in her chamber nothing saves</div>
                     <div class="line">The wager you have laid.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, if you can,</div>
                     <p>Showing the bracelet</p>
                     <div class="line">Be pale: I beg but leave to air this jewel; see!</div>
                     <div class="line">And now 'tis up again: it must be married</div>
                     <div class="line">To that your diamond; I'll keep them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Jove!</div>
                     <div class="line">Once more let me behold it: is it that</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I left with her?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir--I thank her--that:</div>
                     <div class="line">She stripp'd it from her arm; I see her yet;</div>
                     <div class="line">Her pretty action did outsell her gift,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet enrich'd it too: she gave it me, and said</div>
                     <div class="line">She prized it once.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">May be she pluck'd it off</div>
                     <div class="line">To send it me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">She writes so to you, doth she?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, no, no, no! 'tis true. Here, take this too;</div>
                     <p>Gives the ring</p>
                     <div class="line">It is a basilisk unto mine eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">Kills me to look on't. Let there be no honour</div>
                     <div class="line">Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where there's another man: the vows of women</div>
                     <div class="line">Of no more bondage be, to where they are made,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than they are to their virtues; which is nothing.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, above measure false!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Have patience, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">And take your ring again; 'tis not yet won:</div>
                     <div class="line">It may be probable she lost it; or</div>
                     <div class="line">Who knows if one of her women, being corrupted,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath stol'n it from her?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Very true;</div>
                     <div class="line">And so, I hope, he came by't. Back my ring:</div>
                     <div class="line">Render to me some corporal sign about her,</div>
                     <div class="line">More evident than this; for this was stolen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis true:--nay, keep the ring--'tis true: I am sure</div>
                     <div class="line">She would not lose it: her attendants are</div>
                     <div class="line">All sworn and honourable:--they induced to steal it!</div>
                     <div class="line">And by a stranger!--No, he hath enjoyed her:</div>
                     <div class="line">The cognizance of her incontinency</div>
                     <div class="line">Is this: she hath bought the name of whore</div>
                     <div class="line">thus dearly.</div>
                     <div class="line">There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell</div>
                     <div class="line">Divide themselves between you!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, be patient:</div>
                     <div class="line">This is not strong enough to be believed</div>
                     <div class="line">Of one persuaded well of--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Never talk on't;</div>
                     <div class="line">She hath been colted by him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">If you seek</div>
                     <div class="line">For further satisfying, under her breast--</div>
                     <div class="line">Worthy the pressing--lies a mole, right proud</div>
                     <div class="line">Of that most delicate lodging: by my life,</div>
                     <div class="line">I kiss'd it; and it gave me present hunger</div>
                     <div class="line">To feed again, though full. You do remember</div>
                     <div class="line">This stain upon her?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, and it doth confirm</div>
                     <div class="line">Another stain, as big as hell can hold,</div>
                     <div class="line">Were there no more but it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Will you hear more?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns;</div>
                     <div class="line">Once, and a million!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll be sworn--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No swearing.</div>
                     <div class="line">If you will swear you have not done't, you lie;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will kill thee, if thou dost deny</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou'st made me cuckold.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll deny nothing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal!</div>
                     <div class="line">I will go there and do't, i' the court, before</div>
                     <div class="line">Her father. I'll do something--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Quite besides</div>
                     <div class="line">The government of patience! You have won:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's follow him, and pervert the present wrath</div>
                     <div class="line">He hath against himself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">With an my heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  Another room in Philario's house.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Is there no way for men to be but women</div>
                     <div class="line">Must be half-workers? We are all bastards;</div>
                     <div class="line">And that most venerable man which I</div>
                     <div class="line">Did call my father, was I know not where</div>
                     <div class="line">When I was stamp'd; some coiner with his tools</div>
                     <div class="line">Made me a counterfeit: yet my mother seem'd</div>
                     <div class="line">The Dian of that time so doth my wife</div>
                     <div class="line">The nonpareil of this. O, vengeance, vengeance!</div>
                     <div class="line">Me of my lawful pleasure she restrain'd</div>
                     <div class="line">And pray'd me oft forbearance; did it with</div>
                     <div class="line">A pudency so rosy the sweet view on't</div>
                     <div class="line">Might well have warm'd old Saturn; that I thought her</div>
                     <div class="line">As chaste as unsunn'd snow. O, all the devils!</div>
                     <div class="line">This yellow Iachimo, in an hour,--wast not?--</div>
                     <div class="line">Or less,--at first?--perchance he spoke not, but,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cried 'O!' and mounted; found no opposition</div>
                     <div class="line">But what he look'd for should oppose and she</div>
                     <div class="line">Should from encounter guard. Could I find out</div>
                     <div class="line">The woman's part in me! For there's no motion</div>
                     <div class="line">That tends to vice in man, but I affirm</div>
                     <div class="line">It is the woman's part: be it lying, note it,</div>
                     <div class="line">The woman's; flattering, hers; deceiving, hers;</div>
                     <div class="line">Lust and rank thoughts, hers, hers; revenges, hers;</div>
                     <div class="line">Ambitions, covetings, change of prides, disdain,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nice longing, slanders, mutability,</div>
                     <div class="line">All faults that may be named, nay, that hell knows,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, hers, in part or all; but rather, all;</div>
                     <div class="line">For even to vice</div>
                     <div class="line">They are not constant but are changing still</div>
                     <div class="line">One vice, but of a minute old, for one</div>
                     <div class="line">Not half so old as that. I'll write against them,</div>
                     <div class="line">Detest them, curse them: yet 'tis greater skill</div>
                     <div class="line">In a true hate, to pray they have their will:</div>
                     <div class="line">The very devils cannot plague them better.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.5">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 3. ACT III</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. A hall in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  Another room in the palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  Wales: a mountainous country with a cave.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  Country near Milford-Haven.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.6">5. SCENE V.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.7">6. SCENE VI.  Wales. Before the cave of Belarius.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.8">7. SCENE VII.  Rome. A public place.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Britain. A hall in Cymbeline's palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter in state, CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN,
and Lords at one door, and at another,
CAIUS LUCIUS and Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">When Julius Caesar, whose remembrance yet</div>
                     <div class="line">Lives in men's eyes and will to ears and tongues</div>
                     <div class="line">Be theme and hearing ever, was in this Britain</div>
                     <div class="line">And conquer'd it, Cassibelan, thine uncle,--</div>
                     <div class="line">Famous in Caesar's praises, no whit less</div>
                     <div class="line">Than in his feats deserving it--for him</div>
                     <div class="line">And his succession granted Rome a tribute,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yearly three thousand pounds, which by thee lately</div>
                     <div class="line">Is left untender'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">And, to kill the marvel,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall be so ever.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">There be many Caesars,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere such another Julius. Britain is</div>
                     <div class="line">A world by itself; and we will nothing pay</div>
                     <div class="line">For wearing our own noses.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">That opportunity</div>
                     <div class="line">Which then they had to take from 's, to resume</div>
                     <div class="line">We have again. Remember, sir, my liege,</div>
                     <div class="line">The kings your ancestors, together with</div>
                     <div class="line">The natural bravery of your isle, which stands</div>
                     <div class="line">As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in</div>
                     <div class="line">With rocks unscalable and roaring waters,</div>
                     <div class="line">With sands that will not bear your enemies' boats,</div>
                     <div class="line">But suck them up to the topmast. A kind of conquest</div>
                     <div class="line">Caesar made here; but made not here his brag</div>
                     <div class="line">Of 'Came' and 'saw' and 'overcame: ' with shame--</div>
                     <div class="line">That first that ever touch'd him--he was carried</div>
                     <div class="line">From off our coast, twice beaten; and his shipping--</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor ignorant baubles!-- upon our terrible seas,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like egg-shells moved upon their surges, crack'd</div>
                     <div class="line">As easily 'gainst our rocks: for joy whereof</div>
                     <div class="line">The famed Cassibelan, who was once at point--</div>
                     <div class="line">O giglot fortune!--to master Caesar's sword,</div>
                     <div class="line">Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright</div>
                     <div class="line">And Britons strut with courage.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: our</div>
                     <div class="line">kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and,</div>
                     <div class="line">as I said, there is no moe such Caesars: other of</div>
                     <div class="line">them may have crook'd noses, but to owe such</div>
                     <div class="line">straight arms, none.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Son, let your mother end.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as</div>
                     <div class="line">Cassibelan: I do not say I am one; but I have a</div>
                     <div class="line">hand. Why tribute? why should we pay tribute? If</div>
                     <div class="line">Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket, or</div>
                     <div class="line">put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute</div>
                     <div class="line">for light; else, sir, no more tribute, pray you now.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">You must know,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till the injurious Romans did extort</div>
                     <div class="line">This tribute from us, we were free:</div>
                     <div class="line">Caesar's ambition,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch</div>
                     <div class="line">The sides o' the world, against all colour here</div>
                     <div class="line">Did put the yoke upon 's; which to shake off</div>
                     <div class="line">Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon</div>
                     <div class="line">Ourselves to be.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="speaker">Lords</div>
                     <div class="line">We do.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Say, then, to Caesar,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our ancestor was that Mulmutius which</div>
                     <div class="line">Ordain'd our laws, whose use the sword of Caesar</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath too much mangled; whose repair and franchise</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall, by the power we hold, be our good deed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though Rome be therefore angry: Mulmutius made our laws,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who was the first of Britain which did put</div>
                     <div class="line">His brows within a golden crown and call'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Himself a king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am sorry, Cymbeline,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar--</div>
                     <div class="line">Caesar, that hath more kings his servants than</div>
                     <div class="line">Thyself domestic officers--thine enemy:</div>
                     <div class="line">Receive it from me, then: war and confusion</div>
                     <div class="line">In Caesar's name pronounce I 'gainst thee: look</div>
                     <div class="line">For fury not to be resisted. Thus defied,</div>
                     <div class="line">I thank thee for myself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art welcome, Caius.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent</div>
                     <div class="line">Much under him; of him I gather'd honour;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which he to seek of me again, perforce,</div>
                     <div class="line">Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect</div>
                     <div class="line">That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for</div>
                     <div class="line">Their liberties are now in arms; a precedent</div>
                     <div class="line">Which not to read would show the Britons cold:</div>
                     <div class="line">So Caesar shall not find them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Let proof speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">His majesty bids you welcome. Make</div>
                     <div class="line">pastime with us a day or two, or longer: if</div>
                     <div class="line">you seek us afterwards in other terms, you</div>
                     <div class="line">shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you</div>
                     <div class="line">beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in</div>
                     <div class="line">the adventure, our crows shall fare the better</div>
                     <div class="line">for you; and there's an end.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">So, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">I know your master's pleasure and he mine:</div>
                     <div class="line">All the remain is 'Welcome!'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  Another room in the palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PISANIO, with a letter</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">How? of adultery? Wherefore write you not</div>
                     <div class="line">What monster's her accuser? Leonatus,</div>
                     <div class="line">O master! what a strange infection</div>
                     <div class="line">Is fall'n into thy ear! What false Italian,</div>
                     <div class="line">As poisonous-tongued as handed, hath prevail'd</div>
                     <div class="line">On thy too ready hearing? Disloyal! No:</div>
                     <div class="line">She's punish'd for her truth, and undergoes,</div>
                     <div class="line">More goddess-like than wife-like, such assaults</div>
                     <div class="line">As would take in some virtue. O my master!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy mind to her is now as low as were</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy fortunes. How! that I should murder her?</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the love and truth and vows which I</div>
                     <div class="line">Have made to thy command? I, her? her blood?</div>
                     <div class="line">If it be so to do good service, never</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me be counted serviceable. How look I,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I should seem to lack humanity</div>
                     <div class="line">so much as this fact comes to?</div>
                     <p>Reading</p>
                     <div class="line">'Do't: the letter</div>
                     <div class="line">that I have sent her, by her own command</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall give thee opportunity.' O damn'd paper!</div>
                     <div class="line">Black as the ink that's on thee! Senseless bauble,</div>
                     <div class="line">Art thou a feodary for this act, and look'st</div>
                     <div class="line">So virgin-like without? Lo, here she comes.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am ignorant in what I am commanded.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter IMOGEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">How now, Pisanio!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, here is a letter from my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Who? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus!</div>
                     <div class="line">O, learn'd indeed were that astronomer</div>
                     <div class="line">That knew the stars as I his characters;</div>
                     <div class="line">He'ld lay the future open. You good gods,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let what is here contain'd relish of love,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of my lord's health, of his content, yet not</div>
                     <div class="line">That we two are asunder; let that grieve him:</div>
                     <div class="line">Some griefs are med'cinable; that is one of them,</div>
                     <div class="line">For it doth physic love: of his content,</div>
                     <div class="line">All but in that! Good wax, thy leave. Blest be</div>
                     <div class="line">You bees that make these locks of counsel! Lovers</div>
                     <div class="line">And men in dangerous bonds pray not alike:</div>
                     <div class="line">Though forfeiters you cast in prison, yet</div>
                     <div class="line">You clasp young Cupid's tables. Good news, gods!</div>
                     <p>Reads</p>
                     <div class="line">'Justice, and your father's wrath, should he take me</div>
                     <div class="line">in his dominion, could not be so cruel to me, as</div>
                     <div class="line">you, O the dearest of creatures, would even renew me</div>
                     <div class="line">with your eyes. Take notice that I am in Cambria,</div>
                     <div class="line">at Milford-Haven: what your own love will out of</div>
                     <div class="line">this advise you, follow. So he wishes you all</div>
                     <div class="line">happiness, that remains loyal to his vow, and your,</div>
                     <div class="line">increasing in love,</div>
                     <div class="line">LEONATUS POSTHUMUS.'</div>
                     <div class="line">O, for a horse with wings! Hear'st thou, Pisanio?</div>
                     <div class="line">He is at Milford-Haven: read, and tell me</div>
                     <div class="line">How far 'tis thither. If one of mean affairs</div>
                     <div class="line">May plod it in a week, why may not I</div>
                     <div class="line">Glide thither in a day? Then, true Pisanio,--</div>
                     <div class="line">Who long'st, like me, to see thy lord; who long'st,--</div>
                     <div class="line">let me bate,-but not like me--yet long'st,</div>
                     <div class="line">But in a fainter kind:--O, not like me;</div>
                     <div class="line">For mine's beyond beyond--say, and speak thick;</div>
                     <div class="line">Love's counsellor should fill the bores of hearing,</div>
                     <div class="line">To the smothering of the sense--how far it is</div>
                     <div class="line">To this same blessed Milford: and by the way</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell me how Wales was made so happy as</div>
                     <div class="line">To inherit such a haven: but first of all,</div>
                     <div class="line">How we may steal from hence, and for the gap</div>
                     <div class="line">That we shall make in time, from our hence-going</div>
                     <div class="line">And our return, to excuse: but first, how get hence:</div>
                     <div class="line">Why should excuse be born or e'er begot?</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll talk of that hereafter. Prithee, speak,</div>
                     <div class="line">How many score of miles may we well ride</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twixt hour and hour?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">One score 'twixt sun and sun,</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, 's enough for you:</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">and too much too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, one that rode to's execution, man,</div>
                     <div class="line">Could never go so slow: I have heard of</div>
                     <div class="line">riding wagers,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where horses have been nimbler than the sands</div>
                     <div class="line">That run i' the clock's behalf. But this is foolery:</div>
                     <div class="line">Go bid my woman feign a sickness; say</div>
                     <div class="line">She'll home to her father: and provide me presently</div>
                     <div class="line">A riding-suit, no costlier than would fit</div>
                     <div class="line">A franklin's housewife.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, you're best consider.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I see before me, man: nor here, nor here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor what ensues, but have a fog in them,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I cannot look through. Away, I prithee;</div>
                     <div class="line">Do as I bid thee: there's no more to say,</div>
                     <div class="line">Accessible is none but Milford way.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Wales: a mountainous country with a cave.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS; GUIDERIUS,
and ARVIRAGUS following</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">A goodly day not to keep house, with such</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys; this gate</div>
                     <div class="line">Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you</div>
                     <div class="line">To a morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs</div>
                     <div class="line">Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through</div>
                     <div class="line">And keep their impious turbans on, without</div>
                     <div class="line">Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven!</div>
                     <div class="line">We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly</div>
                     <div class="line">As prouder livers do.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Hail, heaven!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Hail, heaven!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Now for our mountain sport: up to yond hill;</div>
                     <div class="line">Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Consider,</div>
                     <div class="line">When you above perceive me like a crow,</div>
                     <div class="line">That it is place which lessens and sets off;</div>
                     <div class="line">And you may then revolve what tales I have told you</div>
                     <div class="line">Of courts, of princes, of the tricks in war:</div>
                     <div class="line">This service is not service, so being done,</div>
                     <div class="line">But being so allow'd: to apprehend thus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Draws us a profit from all things we see;</div>
                     <div class="line">And often, to our comfort, shall we find</div>
                     <div class="line">The sharded beetle in a safer hold</div>
                     <div class="line">Than is the full-wing'd eagle. O, this life</div>
                     <div class="line">Is nobler than attending for a cheque,</div>
                     <div class="line">Richer than doing nothing for a bauble,</div>
                     <div class="line">Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk:</div>
                     <div class="line">Such gain the cap of him that makes 'em fine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet keeps his book uncross'd: no life to ours.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have never wing'd from view o' the nest, nor know not</div>
                     <div class="line">What air's from home. Haply this life is best,</div>
                     <div class="line">If quiet life be best; sweeter to you</div>
                     <div class="line">That have a sharper known; well corresponding</div>
                     <div class="line">With your stiff age: but unto us it is</div>
                     <div class="line">A cell of ignorance; travelling a-bed;</div>
                     <div class="line">A prison for a debtor, that not dares</div>
                     <div class="line">To stride a limit.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What should we speak of</div>
                     <div class="line">When we are old as you? when we shall hear</div>
                     <div class="line">The rain and wind beat dark December, how,</div>
                     <div class="line">In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse</div>
                     <div class="line">The freezing hours away? We have seen nothing;</div>
                     <div class="line">We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like warlike as the wolf for what we eat;</div>
                     <div class="line">Our valour is to chase what flies; our cage</div>
                     <div class="line">We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,</div>
                     <div class="line">And sing our bondage freely.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">How you speak!</div>
                     <div class="line">Did you but know the city's usuries</div>
                     <div class="line">And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court</div>
                     <div class="line">As hard to leave as keep; whose top to climb</div>
                     <div class="line">Is certain falling, or so slippery that</div>
                     <div class="line">The fear's as bad as falling; the toil o' the war,</div>
                     <div class="line">A pain that only seems to seek out danger</div>
                     <div class="line">I' the name of fame and honour; which dies i'</div>
                     <div class="line">the search,</div>
                     <div class="line">And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph</div>
                     <div class="line">As record of fair act; nay, many times,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,</div>
                     <div class="line">Must court'sy at the censure:--O boys, this story</div>
                     <div class="line">The world may read in me: my body's mark'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With Roman swords, and my report was once</div>
                     <div class="line">First with the best of note: Cymbeline loved me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And when a soldier was the theme, my name</div>
                     <div class="line">Was not far off: then was I as a tree</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose boughs did bend with fruit: but in one night,</div>
                     <div class="line">A storm or robbery, call it what you will,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves,</div>
                     <div class="line">And left me bare to weather.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncertain favour!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My fault being nothing--as I have told you oft--</div>
                     <div class="line">But that two villains, whose false oaths prevail'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Before my perfect honour, swore to Cymbeline</div>
                     <div class="line">I was confederate with the Romans: so</div>
                     <div class="line">Follow'd my banishment, and this twenty years</div>
                     <div class="line">This rock and these demesnes have been my world;</div>
                     <div class="line">Where I have lived at honest freedom, paid</div>
                     <div class="line">More pious debts to heaven than in all</div>
                     <div class="line">The fore-end of my time. But up to the mountains!</div>
                     <div class="line">This is not hunters' language: he that strikes</div>
                     <div class="line">The venison first shall be the lord o' the feast;</div>
                     <div class="line">To him the other two shall minister;</div>
                     <div class="line">And we will fear no poison, which attends</div>
                     <div class="line">In place of greater state. I'll meet you in the valleys.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS</p>
                     <div class="line">How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!</div>
                     <div class="line">These boys know little they are sons to the king;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive.</div>
                     <div class="line">They think they are mine; and though train'd</div>
                     <div class="line">up thus meanly</div>
                     <div class="line">I' the cave wherein they bow, their thoughts do hit</div>
                     <div class="line">The roofs of palaces, and nature prompts them</div>
                     <div class="line">In simple and low things to prince it much</div>
                     <div class="line">Beyond the trick of others. This Polydore,</div>
                     <div class="line">The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, who</div>
                     <div class="line">The king his father call'd Guiderius,--Jove!</div>
                     <div class="line">When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell</div>
                     <div class="line">The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out</div>
                     <div class="line">Into my story: say 'Thus, mine enemy fell,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thus I set my foot on 's neck;' even then</div>
                     <div class="line">The princely blood flows in his cheek, he sweats,</div>
                     <div class="line">Strains his young nerves and puts himself in posture</div>
                     <div class="line">That acts my words. The younger brother, Cadwal,</div>
                     <div class="line">Once Arviragus, in as like a figure,</div>
                     <div class="line">Strikes life into my speech and shows much more</div>
                     <div class="line">His own conceiving.--Hark, the game is roused!</div>
                     <div class="line">O Cymbeline! heaven and my conscience knows</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou didst unjustly banish me: whereon,</div>
                     <div class="line">At three and two years old, I stole these babes;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thinking to bar thee of succession, as</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou reft'st me of my lands. Euriphile,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wast their nurse; they took thee for</div>
                     <div class="line">their mother,</div>
                     <div class="line">And every day do honour to her grave:</div>
                     <div class="line">Myself, Belarius, that am Morgan call'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">They take for natural father. The game is up.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Country near Milford-Haven.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place</div>
                     <div class="line">Was near at hand: ne'er long'd my mother so</div>
                     <div class="line">To see me first, as I have now. Pisanio! man!</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind,</div>
                     <div class="line">That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh</div>
                     <div class="line">From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Beyond self-explication: put thyself</div>
                     <div class="line">Into a havior of less fear, ere wildness</div>
                     <div class="line">Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why tender'st thou that paper to me, with</div>
                     <div class="line">A look untender? If't be summer news,</div>
                     <div class="line">Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st</div>
                     <div class="line">But keep that countenance still. My husband's hand!</div>
                     <div class="line">That drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him,</div>
                     <div class="line">And he's at some hard point. Speak, man: thy tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">May take off some extremity, which to read</div>
                     <div class="line">Would be even mortal to me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Please you, read;</div>
                     <div class="line">And you shall find me, wretched man, a thing</div>
                     <div class="line">The most disdain'd of fortune.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Reads</span>  'Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the</div>
                     <div class="line">strumpet in my bed; the testimonies whereof lie</div>
                     <div class="line">bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises,</div>
                     <div class="line">but from proof as strong as my grief and as certain</div>
                     <div class="line">as I expect my revenge. That part thou, Pisanio,</div>
                     <div class="line">must act for me, if thy faith be not tainted with</div>
                     <div class="line">the breach of hers. Let thine own hands take away</div>
                     <div class="line">her life: I shall give thee opportunity at</div>
                     <div class="line">Milford-Haven. She hath my letter for the purpose</div>
                     <div class="line">where, if thou fear to strike and to make me certain</div>
                     <div class="line">it is done, thou art the pandar to her dishonour and</div>
                     <div class="line">equally to me disloyal.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">What shall I need to draw my sword? the paper</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath cut her throat already. No, 'tis slander,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath</div>
                     <div class="line">Rides on the posting winds and doth belie</div>
                     <div class="line">All corners of the world: kings, queens and states,</div>
                     <div class="line">Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave</div>
                     <div class="line">This viperous slander enters. What cheer, madam?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">False to his bed! What is it to be false?</div>
                     <div class="line">To lie in watch there and to think on him?</div>
                     <div class="line">To weep 'twixt clock and clock? if sleep</div>
                     <div class="line">charge nature,</div>
                     <div class="line">To break it with a fearful dream of him</div>
                     <div class="line">And cry myself awake? that's false to's bed, is it?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, good lady!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I false! Thy conscience witness: Iachimo,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou didst accuse him of incontinency;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou then look'dst like a villain; now methinks</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy favour's good enough. Some jay of Italy</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, for I am richer than to hang by the walls,</div>
                     <div class="line">I must be ripp'd:--to pieces with me!--O,</div>
                     <div class="line">Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming,</div>
                     <div class="line">By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought</div>
                     <div class="line">Put on for villany; not born where't grows,</div>
                     <div class="line">But worn a bait for ladies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Good madam, hear me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">True honest men being heard, like false Aeneas,</div>
                     <div class="line">Were in his time thought false, and Sinon's weeping</div>
                     <div class="line">Did scandal many a holy tear, took pity</div>
                     <div class="line">From most true wretchedness: so thou, Posthumus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt lay the leaven on all proper men;</div>
                     <div class="line">Goodly and gallant shall be false and perjured</div>
                     <div class="line">From thy great fall. Come, fellow, be thou honest:</div>
                     <div class="line">Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou see'st him,</div>
                     <div class="line">A little witness my obedience: look!</div>
                     <div class="line">I draw the sword myself: take it, and hit</div>
                     <div class="line">The innocent mansion of my love, my heart;</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy master is not there, who was indeed</div>
                     <div class="line">The riches of it: do his bidding; strike</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause;</div>
                     <div class="line">But now thou seem'st a coward.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Hence, vile instrument!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt not damn my hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, I must die;</div>
                     <div class="line">And if I do not by thy hand, thou art</div>
                     <div class="line">No servant of thy master's. Against self-slaughter</div>
                     <div class="line">There is a prohibition so divine</div>
                     <div class="line">That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart.</div>
                     <div class="line">Something's afore't. Soft, soft! we'll no defence;</div>
                     <div class="line">Obedient as the scabbard. What is here?</div>
                     <div class="line">The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus,</div>
                     <div class="line">All turn'd to heresy? Away, away,</div>
                     <div class="line">Corrupters of my faith! you shall no more</div>
                     <div class="line">Be stomachers to my heart. Thus may poor fools</div>
                     <div class="line">Believe false teachers: though those that</div>
                     <div class="line">are betray'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor</div>
                     <div class="line">Stands in worse case of woe.</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou, Posthumus, thou that didst set up</div>
                     <div class="line">My disobedience 'gainst the king my father</div>
                     <div class="line">And make me put into contempt the suits</div>
                     <div class="line">Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find</div>
                     <div class="line">It is no act of common passage, but</div>
                     <div class="line">A strain of rareness: and I grieve myself</div>
                     <div class="line">To think, when thou shalt be disedged by her</div>
                     <div class="line">That now thou tirest on, how thy memory</div>
                     <div class="line">Will then be pang'd by me. Prithee, dispatch:</div>
                     <div class="line">The lamb entreats the butcher: where's thy knife?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art too slow to do thy master's bidding,</div>
                     <div class="line">When I desire it too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">O gracious lady,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since I received command to do this business</div>
                     <div class="line">I have not slept one wink.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Do't, and to bed then.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll wake mine eye-balls blind first.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherefore then</div>
                     <div class="line">Didst undertake it? Why hast thou abused</div>
                     <div class="line">So many miles with a pretence? this place?</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine action and thine own? our horses' labour?</div>
                     <div class="line">The time inviting thee? the perturb'd court,</div>
                     <div class="line">For my being absent? whereunto I never</div>
                     <div class="line">Purpose return. Why hast thou gone so far,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be unbent when thou hast ta'en thy stand,</div>
                     <div class="line">The elected deer before thee?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">But to win time</div>
                     <div class="line">To lose so bad employment; in the which</div>
                     <div class="line">I have consider'd of a course. Good lady,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear me with patience.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Talk thy tongue weary; speak</div>
                     <div class="line">I have heard I am a strumpet; and mine ear</div>
                     <div class="line">Therein false struck, can take no greater wound,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, madam,</div>
                     <div class="line">I thought you would not back again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Most like;</div>
                     <div class="line">Bringing me here to kill me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Not so, neither:</div>
                     <div class="line">But if I were as wise as honest, then</div>
                     <div class="line">My purpose would prove well. It cannot be</div>
                     <div class="line">But that my master is abused:</div>
                     <div class="line">Some villain, ay, and singular in his art.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath done you both this cursed injury.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Some Roman courtezan.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">No, on my life.</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll give but notice you are dead and send him</div>
                     <div class="line">Some bloody sign of it; for 'tis commanded</div>
                     <div class="line">I should do so: you shall be miss'd at court,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that will well confirm it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Why good fellow,</div>
                     <div class="line">What shall I do the where? where bide? how live?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or in my life what comfort, when I am</div>
                     <div class="line">Dead to my husband?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">If you'll back to the court--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">No court, no father; nor no more ado</div>
                     <div class="line">With that harsh, noble, simple nothing,</div>
                     <div class="line">That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me</div>
                     <div class="line">As fearful as a siege.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">If not at court,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then not in Britain must you bide.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Where then</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath Britain all the sun that shines? Day, night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are they not but in Britain? I' the world's volume</div>
                     <div class="line">Our Britain seems as of it, but not in 't;</div>
                     <div class="line">In a great pool a swan's nest: prithee, think</div>
                     <div class="line">There's livers out of Britain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I am most glad</div>
                     <div class="line">You think of other place. The ambassador,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven</div>
                     <div class="line">To-morrow: now, if you could wear a mind</div>
                     <div class="line">Dark as your fortune is, and but disguise</div>
                     <div class="line">That which, to appear itself, must not yet be</div>
                     <div class="line">But by self-danger, you should tread a course</div>
                     <div class="line">Pretty and full of view; yea, haply, near</div>
                     <div class="line">The residence of Posthumus; so nigh at least</div>
                     <div class="line">That though his actions were not visible, yet</div>
                     <div class="line">Report should render him hourly to your ear</div>
                     <div class="line">As truly as he moves.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">O, for such means!</div>
                     <div class="line">Though peril to my modesty, not death on't,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would adventure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, then, here's the point:</div>
                     <div class="line">You must forget to be a woman; change</div>
                     <div class="line">Command into obedience: fear and niceness--</div>
                     <div class="line">The handmaids of all women, or, more truly,</div>
                     <div class="line">Woman its pretty self--into a waggish courage:</div>
                     <div class="line">Ready in gibes, quick-answer'd, saucy and</div>
                     <div class="line">As quarrelous as the weasel; nay, you must</div>
                     <div class="line">Forget that rarest treasure of your cheek,</div>
                     <div class="line">Exposing it--but, O, the harder heart!</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack, no remedy!--to the greedy touch</div>
                     <div class="line">Of common-kissing Titan, and forget</div>
                     <div class="line">Your laboursome and dainty trims, wherein</div>
                     <div class="line">You made great Juno angry.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, be brief</div>
                     <div class="line">I see into thy end, and am almost</div>
                     <div class="line">A man already.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">First, make yourself but like one.</div>
                     <div class="line">Fore-thinking this, I have already fit--</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis in my cloak-bag--doublet, hat, hose, all</div>
                     <div class="line">That answer to them: would you in their serving,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with what imitation you can borrow</div>
                     <div class="line">From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius</div>
                     <div class="line">Present yourself, desire his service, tell him</div>
                     <div class="line">wherein you're happy,--which you'll make him know,</div>
                     <div class="line">If that his head have ear in music,--doubtless</div>
                     <div class="line">With joy he will embrace you, for he's honourable</div>
                     <div class="line">And doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad,</div>
                     <div class="line">You have me, rich; and I will never fail</div>
                     <div class="line">Beginning nor supplyment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art all the comfort</div>
                     <div class="line">The gods will diet me with. Prithee, away:</div>
                     <div class="line">There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even</div>
                     <div class="line">All that good time will give us: this attempt</div>
                     <div class="line">I am soldier to, and will abide it with</div>
                     <div class="line">A prince's courage. Away, I prithee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, madam, we must take a short farewell,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of</div>
                     <div class="line">Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is a box; I had it from the queen:</div>
                     <div class="line">What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this</div>
                     <div class="line">Will drive away distemper. To some shade,</div>
                     <div class="line">And fit you to your manhood. May the gods</div>
                     <div class="line">Direct you to the best!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Amen: I thank thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt, severally</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CYMBELINE, QUEEN, CLOTEN, LUCIUS,
Lords, and Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus far; and so farewell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, royal sir.</div>
                     <div class="line">My emperor hath wrote, I must from hence;</div>
                     <div class="line">And am right sorry that I must report ye</div>
                     <div class="line">My master's enemy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Our subjects, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself</div>
                     <div class="line">To show less sovereignty than they, must needs</div>
                     <div class="line">Appear unkinglike.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">So, sir: I desire of you</div>
                     <div class="line">A conduct over-land to Milford-Haven.</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, all joy befal your grace!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">And you!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">My lords, you are appointed for that office;</div>
                     <div class="line">The due of honour in no point omit.</div>
                     <div class="line">So farewell, noble Lucius.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Your hand, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Receive it friendly; but from this time forth</div>
                     <div class="line">I wear it as your enemy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, the event</div>
                     <div class="line">Is yet to name the winner: fare you well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till he have cross'd the Severn. Happiness!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt LUCIUS and Lords</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">He goes hence frowning: but it honours us</div>
                     <div class="line">That we have given him cause.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis all the better;</div>
                     <div class="line">Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor</div>
                     <div class="line">How it goes here. It fits us therefore ripely</div>
                     <div class="line">Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness:</div>
                     <div class="line">The powers that he already hath in Gallia</div>
                     <div class="line">Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves</div>
                     <div class="line">His war for Britain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis not sleepy business;</div>
                     <div class="line">But must be look'd to speedily and strongly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Our expectation that it would be thus</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath made us forward. But, my gentle queen,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is our daughter? She hath not appear'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Before the Roman, nor to us hath tender'd</div>
                     <div class="line">The duty of the day: she looks us like</div>
                     <div class="line">A thing more made of malice than of duty:</div>
                     <div class="line">We have noted it. Call her before us; for</div>
                     <div class="line">We have been too slight in sufferance.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit an Attendant</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Royal sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since the exile of Posthumus, most retired</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath her life been; the cure whereof, my lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis time must do. Beseech your majesty,</div>
                     <div class="line">Forbear sharp speeches to her: she's a lady</div>
                     <div class="line">So tender of rebukes that words are strokes</div>
                     <div class="line">And strokes death to her.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter Attendant</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is she, sir? How</div>
                     <div class="line">Can her contempt be answer'd?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Attendant</div>
                     <div class="line">Please you, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer</div>
                     <div class="line">That will be given to the loudest noise we make.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, when last I went to visit her,</div>
                     <div class="line">She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity,</div>
                     <div class="line">She should that duty leave unpaid to you,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which daily she was bound to proffer: this</div>
                     <div class="line">She wish'd me to make known; but our great court</div>
                     <div class="line">Made me to blame in memory.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Her doors lock'd?</div>
                     <div class="line">Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that which I fear</div>
                     <div class="line">Prove false!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Son, I say, follow the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant,</div>
                     <div class="line">have not seen these two days.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, look after.</div>
                     <p>Exit CLOTEN</p>
                     <div class="line">Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus!</div>
                     <div class="line">He hath a drug of mine; I pray his absence</div>
                     <div class="line">Proceed by swallowing that, for he believes</div>
                     <div class="line">It is a thing most precious. But for her,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is she gone? Haply, despair hath seized her,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, wing'd with fervor of her love, she's flown</div>
                     <div class="line">To her desired Posthumus: gone she is</div>
                     <div class="line">To death or to dishonour; and my end</div>
                     <div class="line">Can make good use of either: she being down,</div>
                     <div class="line">I have the placing of the British crown.</div>
                     <p>Re-enter CLOTEN</p>
                     <div class="line">How now, my son!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis certain she is fled.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go in and cheer the king: he rages; none</div>
                     <div class="line">Dare come about him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>            All the better: may</div>
                     <div class="line">This night forestall him of the coming day!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I love and hate her: for she's fair and royal,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite</div>
                     <div class="line">Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one</div>
                     <div class="line">The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,</div>
                     <div class="line">Outsells them all; I love her therefore: but</div>
                     <div class="line">Disdaining me and throwing favours on</div>
                     <div class="line">The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment</div>
                     <div class="line">That what's else rare is choked; and in that point</div>
                     <div class="line">I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be revenged upon her. For when fools Shall--</div>
                     <p>Enter PISANIO</p>
                     <div class="line">Who is here? What, are you packing, sirrah?</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither: ah, you precious pander! Villain,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is thy lady? In a word; or else</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art straightway with the fiends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, good my lord!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is thy lady? Or, by Jupiter,--</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not ask again. Close villain,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus?</div>
                     <div class="line">From whose so many weights of baseness cannot</div>
                     <div class="line">A dram of worth be drawn.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, my lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">How can she be with him? When was she missed?</div>
                     <div class="line">He is in Rome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is she, sir? Come nearer;</div>
                     <div class="line">No further halting: satisfy me home</div>
                     <div class="line">What is become of her.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, my all-worthy lord!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">All-worthy villain!</div>
                     <div class="line">Discover where thy mistress is at once,</div>
                     <div class="line">At the next word: no more of 'worthy lord!'</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, or thy silence on the instant is</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy condemnation and thy death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">This paper is the history of my knowledge</div>
                     <div class="line">Touching her flight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Presenting a letter</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's see't. I will pursue her</div>
                     <div class="line">Even to Augustus' throne.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>                 Or this, or perish.</div>
                     <div class="line">She's far enough; and what he learns by this</div>
                     <div class="line">May prove his travel, not her danger.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Hum!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen,</div>
                     <div class="line">Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, is this letter true?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, as I think.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou</div>
                     <div class="line">wouldst not be a villain, but do me true service,</div>
                     <div class="line">undergo those employments wherein I should have</div>
                     <div class="line">cause to use thee with a serious industry, that is,</div>
                     <div class="line">what villany soe'er I bid thee do, to perform it</div>
                     <div class="line">directly and truly, I would think thee an honest</div>
                     <div class="line">man: thou shouldst neither want my means for thy</div>
                     <div class="line">relief nor my voice for thy preferment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, my good lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou serve me? for since patiently and</div>
                     <div class="line">constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of</div>
                     <div class="line">that beggar Posthumus, thou canst not, in the</div>
                     <div class="line">course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of</div>
                     <div class="line">mine: wilt thou serve me?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, I will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast any of thy</div>
                     <div class="line">late master's garments in thy possession?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I have, my lord, at my lodging, the same suit he</div>
                     <div class="line">wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit</div>
                     <div class="line">hither: let it be thy lint service; go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I shall, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Meet thee at Milford-Haven!--I forgot to ask him one</div>
                     <div class="line">thing; I'll remember't anon:--even there, thou</div>
                     <div class="line">villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these</div>
                     <div class="line">garments were come. She said upon a time--the</div>
                     <div class="line">bitterness of it I now belch from my heart--that she</div>
                     <div class="line">held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect</div>
                     <div class="line">than my noble and natural person together with the</div>
                     <div class="line">adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my</div>
                     <div class="line">back, will I ravish her: first kill him, and in her</div>
                     <div class="line">eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then</div>
                     <div class="line">be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my</div>
                     <div class="line">speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and</div>
                     <div class="line">when my lust hath dined,--which, as I say, to vex</div>
                     <div class="line">her I will execute in the clothes that she so</div>
                     <div class="line">praised,--to the court I'll knock her back, foot</div>
                     <div class="line">her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly,</div>
                     <div class="line">and I'll be merry in my revenge.</div>
                     <p>Re-enter PISANIO, with the clothes</p>
                     <div class="line">Be those the garments?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, my noble lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">How long is't since she went to Milford-Haven?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">She can scarce be there yet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second</div>
                     <div class="line">thing that I have commanded thee: the third is,</div>
                     <div class="line">that thou wilt be a voluntary mute to my design. Be</div>
                     <div class="line">but duteous, and true preferment shall tender itself</div>
                     <div class="line">to thee. My revenge is now at Milford: would I had</div>
                     <div class="line">wings to follow it! Come, and be true.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou bid'st me to my loss: for true to thee</div>
                     <div class="line">Were to prove false, which I will never be,</div>
                     <div class="line">To him that is most true. To Milford go,</div>
                     <div class="line">And find not her whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow,</div>
                     <div class="line">You heavenly blessings, on her! This fool's speed</div>
                     <div class="line">Be cross'd with slowness; labour be his meed!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.7">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>6. SCENE VI.  Wales. Before the cave of Belarius.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter IMOGEN, in boy's clothes</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I see a man's life is a tedious one:</div>
                     <div class="line">I have tired myself, and for two nights together</div>
                     <div class="line">Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that my resolution helps me. Milford,</div>
                     <div class="line">When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wast within a ken: O Jove! I think</div>
                     <div class="line">Foundations fly the wretched; such, I mean,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where they should be relieved. Two beggars told me</div>
                     <div class="line">I could not miss my way: will poor folks lie,</div>
                     <div class="line">That have afflictions on them, knowing 'tis</div>
                     <div class="line">A punishment or trial? Yes; no wonder,</div>
                     <div class="line">When rich ones scarce tell true. To lapse in fulness</div>
                     <div class="line">Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood</div>
                     <div class="line">Is worse in kings than beggars. My dear lord!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art one o' the false ones. Now I think on thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">My hunger's gone; but even before, I was</div>
                     <div class="line">At point to sink for food. But what is this?</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is a path to't: 'tis some savage hold:</div>
                     <div class="line">I were best not to call; I dare not call:</div>
                     <div class="line">yet famine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere clean it o'erthrow nature, makes it valiant,</div>
                     <div class="line">Plenty and peace breeds cowards: hardness ever</div>
                     <div class="line">Of hardiness is mother. Ho! who's here?</div>
                     <div class="line">If any thing that's civil, speak; if savage,</div>
                     <div class="line">Take or lend. Ho! No answer? Then I'll enter.</div>
                     <div class="line">Best draw my sword: and if mine enemy</div>
                     <div class="line">But fear the sword like me, he'll scarcely look on't.</div>
                     <div class="line">Such a foe, good heavens!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit, to the cave</p>
               <p>Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">You, Polydote, have proved best woodman and</div>
                     <div class="line">Are master of the feast: Cadwal and I</div>
                     <div class="line">Will play the cook and servant; 'tis our match:</div>
                     <div class="line">The sweat of industry would dry and die,</div>
                     <div class="line">But for the end it works to. Come; our stomachs</div>
                     <div class="line">Will make what's homely savoury: weariness</div>
                     <div class="line">Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth</div>
                     <div class="line">Finds the down pillow hard. Now peace be here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor house, that keep'st thyself!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am thoroughly weary.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am weak with toil, yet strong in appetite.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browse on that,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Looking into the cave</span>
                     </div>
                     <div class="line">Stay; come not in.</div>
                     <div class="line">But that it eats our victuals, I should think</div>
                     <div class="line">Here were a fairy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What's the matter, sir?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,</div>
                     <div class="line">An earthly paragon! Behold divineness</div>
                     <div class="line">No elder than a boy!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter IMOGEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Good masters, harm me not:</div>
                     <div class="line">Before I enter'd here, I call'd; and thought</div>
                     <div class="line">To have begg'd or bought what I have took:</div>
                     <div class="line">good troth,</div>
                     <div class="line">I have stol'n nought, nor would not, though I had found</div>
                     <div class="line">Gold strew'd i' the floor. Here's money for my meat:</div>
                     <div class="line">I would have left it on the board so soon</div>
                     <div class="line">As I had made my meal, and parted</div>
                     <div class="line">With prayers for the provider.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Money, youth?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">All gold and silver rather turn to dirt!</div>
                     <div class="line">As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those</div>
                     <div class="line">Who worship dirty gods.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I see you're angry:</div>
                     <div class="line">Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should</div>
                     <div class="line">Have died had I not made it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Whither bound?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">To Milford-Haven.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What's your name?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who</div>
                     <div class="line">Is bound for Italy; he embark'd at Milford;</div>
                     <div class="line">To whom being going, almost spent with hunger,</div>
                     <div class="line">I am fall'n in this offence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Prithee, fair youth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Think us no churls, nor measure our good minds</div>
                     <div class="line">By this rude place we live in. Well encounter'd!</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis almost night: you shall have better cheer</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere you depart: and thanks to stay and eat it.</div>
                     <div class="line">Boys, bid him welcome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Were you a woman, youth,</div>
                     <div class="line">I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty,</div>
                     <div class="line">I bid for you as I'd buy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll make't my comfort</div>
                     <div class="line">He is a man; I'll love him as my brother:</div>
                     <div class="line">And such a welcome as I'd give to him</div>
                     <div class="line">After long absence, such is yours: most welcome!</div>
                     <div class="line">Be sprightly, for you fall 'mongst friends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">'Mongst friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">If brothers.</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">Would it had been so, that they</div>
                     <div class="line">Had been my father's sons! then had my prize</div>
                     <div class="line">Been less, and so more equal ballasting</div>
                     <div class="line">To thee, Posthumus.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">He wrings at some distress.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Would I could free't!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Or I, whate'er it be,</div>
                     <div class="line">What pain it cost, what danger. God's!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Hark, boys.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Whispering</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Great men,</div>
                     <div class="line">That had a court no bigger than this cave,</div>
                     <div class="line">That did attend themselves and had the virtue</div>
                     <div class="line">Which their own conscience seal'd them--laying by</div>
                     <div class="line">That nothing-gift of differing multitudes--</div>
                     <div class="line">Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!</div>
                     <div class="line">I'd change my sex to be companion with them,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since Leonatus's false.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">It shall be so.</div>
                     <div class="line">Boys, we'll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in:</div>
                     <div class="line">Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll mannerly demand thee of thy story,</div>
                     <div class="line">So far as thou wilt speak it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray, draw near.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The night to the owl and morn to the lark</div>
                     <div class="line">less welcome.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I pray, draw near.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.8">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>7. SCENE VII.  Rome. A public place.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter two Senators and Tribunes</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Senator</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the tenor of the emperor's writ:</div>
                     <div class="line">That since the common men are now in action</div>
                     <div class="line">'Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that the legions now in Gallia are</div>
                     <div class="line">Full weak to undertake our wars against</div>
                     <div class="line">The fall'n-off Britons, that we do incite</div>
                     <div class="line">The gentry to this business. He creates</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucius preconsul: and to you the tribunes,</div>
                     <div class="line">For this immediate levy, he commends</div>
                     <div class="line">His absolute commission. Long live Caesar!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Tribune</div>
                     <div class="line">Is Lucius general of the forces?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Senator</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Tribune</div>
                     <div class="line">Remaining now in Gallia?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Senator</div>
                     <div class="line">With those legions</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy</div>
                     <div class="line">Must be supplyant: the words of your commission</div>
                     <div class="line">Will tie you to the numbers and the time</div>
                     <div class="line">Of their dispatch.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Tribune</div>
                     <div class="line">We will discharge our duty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.6">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 4. ACT IV</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Wales: near the cave of Belarius.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  Before the cave of Belarius.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  Wales: before the cave of Belarius.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Wales: near the cave of Belarius.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CLOTEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I am near to the place where they should meet, if</div>
                     <div class="line">Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments</div>
                     <div class="line">serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by</div>
                     <div class="line">him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the</div>
                     <div class="line">rather--saving reverence of the word--for 'tis said</div>
                     <div class="line">a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must</div>
                     <div class="line">play the workman. I dare speak it to myself--for it</div>
                     <div class="line">is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer</div>
                     <div class="line">in his own chamber--I mean, the lines of my body are</div>
                     <div class="line">as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong,</div>
                     <div class="line">not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the</div>
                     <div class="line">advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike</div>
                     <div class="line">conversant in general services, and more remarkable</div>
                     <div class="line">in single oppositions: yet this imperceiverant</div>
                     <div class="line">thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is!</div>
                     <div class="line">Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy</div>
                     <div class="line">shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy</div>
                     <div class="line">mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before</div>
                     <div class="line">thy face: and all this done, spurn her home to her</div>
                     <div class="line">father; who may haply be a little angry for my so</div>
                     <div class="line">rough usage; but my mother, having power of his</div>
                     <div class="line">testiness, shall turn all into my commendations. My</div>
                     <div class="line">horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore</div>
                     <div class="line">purpose! Fortune, put them into my hand! This is</div>
                     <div class="line">the very description of their meeting-place; and</div>
                     <div class="line">the fellow dares not deceive me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  Before the cave of Belarius.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS,
ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>To IMOGEN</span>  You are not well: remain here in the cave;</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll come to you after hunting.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>To IMOGEN</span> Brother, stay here</div>
                     <div class="line">Are we not brothers?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">So man and man should be;</div>
                     <div class="line">But clay and clay differs in dignity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Go you to hunting; I'll abide with him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">So sick I am not, yet I am not well;</div>
                     <div class="line">But not so citizen a wanton as</div>
                     <div class="line">To seem to die ere sick: so please you, leave me;</div>
                     <div class="line">Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom</div>
                     <div class="line">Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me</div>
                     <div class="line">Cannot amend me; society is no comfort</div>
                     <div class="line">To one not sociable: I am not very sick,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stealing so poorly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I love thee; I have spoke it</div>
                     <div class="line">How much the quantity, the weight as much,</div>
                     <div class="line">As I do love my father.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What! how! how!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">If it be sin to say so, I yoke me</div>
                     <div class="line">In my good brother's fault: I know not why</div>
                     <div class="line">I love this youth; and I have heard you say,</div>
                     <div class="line">Love's reason's without reason: the bier at door,</div>
                     <div class="line">And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say</div>
                     <div class="line">'My father, not this youth.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span> O noble strain!</div>
                     <div class="line">O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness!</div>
                     <div class="line">Cowards father cowards and base things sire base:</div>
                     <div class="line">Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.</div>
                     <div class="line">I'm not their father; yet who this should be,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth miracle itself, loved before me.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis the ninth hour o' the morn.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Brother, farewell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I wish ye sport.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">You health. So please you, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies</div>
                     <div class="line">I have heard!</div>
                     <div class="line">Our courtiers say all's savage but at court:</div>
                     <div class="line">Experience, O, thou disprovest report!</div>
                     <div class="line">The imperious seas breed monsters, for the dish</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor tributary rivers as sweet fish.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am sick still; heart-sick. Pisanio,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll now taste of thy drug.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Swallows some</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I could not stir him:</div>
                     <div class="line">He said he was gentle, but unfortunate;</div>
                     <div class="line">Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus did he answer me: yet said, hereafter</div>
                     <div class="line">I might know more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">To the field, to the field!</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll leave you for this time: go in and rest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll not be long away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray, be not sick,</div>
                     <div class="line">For you must be our housewife.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Well or ill,</div>
                     <div class="line">I am bound to you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And shalt be ever.</div>
                     <p>Exit IMOGEN, to the cave</p>
                     <div class="line">This youth, how'er distress'd, appears he hath had</div>
                     <div class="line">Good ancestors.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">How angel-like he sings!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But his neat cookery! he cut our roots</div>
                     <div class="line">In characters,</div>
                     <div class="line">And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick</div>
                     <div class="line">And he her dieter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nobly he yokes</div>
                     <div class="line">A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh</div>
                     <div class="line">Was that it was, for not being such a smile;</div>
                     <div class="line">The smile mocking the sigh, that it would fly</div>
                     <div class="line">From so divine a temple, to commix</div>
                     <div class="line">With winds that sailors rail at.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I do note</div>
                     <div class="line">That grief and patience, rooted in him both,</div>
                     <div class="line">Mingle their spurs together.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Grow, patience!</div>
                     <div class="line">And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine</div>
                     <div class="line">His perishing root with the increasing vine!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">It is great morning. Come, away!--</div>
                     <div class="line">Who's there?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CLOTEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot find those runagates; that villain</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath mock'd me. I am faint.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">'Those runagates!'</div>
                     <div class="line">Means he not us? I partly know him: 'tis</div>
                     <div class="line">Cloten, the son o' the queen. I fear some ambush.</div>
                     <div class="line">I saw him not these many years, and yet</div>
                     <div class="line">I know 'tis he. We are held as outlaws: hence!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">He is but one: you and my brother search</div>
                     <div class="line">What companies are near: pray you, away;</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me alone with him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Soft! What are you</div>
                     <div class="line">That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers?</div>
                     <div class="line">I have heard of such. What slave art thou?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">A thing</div>
                     <div class="line">More slavish did I ne'er than answering</div>
                     <div class="line">A slave without a knock.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art a robber,</div>
                     <div class="line">A law-breaker, a villain: yield thee, thief.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">To who? to thee? What art thou? Have not I</div>
                     <div class="line">An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not</div>
                     <div class="line">My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why I should yield to thee?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou villain base,</div>
                     <div class="line">Know'st me not by my clothes?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No, nor thy tailor, rascal,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, as it seems, make thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou precious varlet,</div>
                     <div class="line">My tailor made them not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Hence, then, and thank</div>
                     <div class="line">The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool;</div>
                     <div class="line">I am loath to beat thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou injurious thief,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear but my name, and tremble.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What's thy name?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Cloten, thou villain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name,</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot tremble at it: were it Toad, or</div>
                     <div class="line">Adder, Spider,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twould move me sooner.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">To thy further fear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know</div>
                     <div class="line">I am son to the queen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am sorry for 't; not seeming</div>
                     <div class="line">So worthy as thy birth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Art not afeard?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Those that I reverence those I fear, the wise:</div>
                     <div class="line">At fools I laugh, not fear them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Die the death:</div>
                     <div class="line">When I have slain thee with my proper hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll follow those that even now fled hence,</div>
                     <div class="line">And on the gates of Lud's-town set your heads:</div>
                     <div class="line">Yield, rustic mountaineer.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt, fighting</p>
               <p>Re-enter BELARIUS and ARVIRAGUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No companies abroad?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">None in the world: you did mistake him, sure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot tell: long is it since I saw him,</div>
                     <div class="line">But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour</div>
                     <div class="line">Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,</div>
                     <div class="line">And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twas very Cloten.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">In this place we left them:</div>
                     <div class="line">I wish my brother make good time with him,</div>
                     <div class="line">You say he is so fell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Being scarce made up,</div>
                     <div class="line">I mean, to man, he had not apprehension</div>
                     <div class="line">Of roaring terrors; for the effect of judgment</div>
                     <div class="line">Is oft the cause of fear. But, see, thy brother.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter GUIDERIUS, with CLOTEN'S head</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse;</div>
                     <div class="line">There was no money in't: not Hercules</div>
                     <div class="line">Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none:</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne</div>
                     <div class="line">My head as I do his.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What hast thou done?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am perfect what: cut off one Cloten's head,</div>
                     <div class="line">Son to the queen, after his own report;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer, and swore</div>
                     <div class="line">With his own single hand he'ld take us in</div>
                     <div class="line">Displace our heads where--thank the gods!--they grow,</div>
                     <div class="line">And set them on Lud's-town.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">We are all undone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, worthy father, what have we to lose,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that he swore to take, our lives? The law</div>
                     <div class="line">Protects not us: then why should we be tender</div>
                     <div class="line">To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us,</div>
                     <div class="line">Play judge and executioner all himself,</div>
                     <div class="line">For we do fear the law? What company</div>
                     <div class="line">Discover you abroad?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No single soul</div>
                     <div class="line">Can we set eye on; but in all safe reason</div>
                     <div class="line">He must have some attendants. Though his humour</div>
                     <div class="line">Was nothing but mutation, ay, and that</div>
                     <div class="line">From one bad thing to worse; not frenzy, not</div>
                     <div class="line">Absolute madness could so far have raved</div>
                     <div class="line">To bring him here alone; although perhaps</div>
                     <div class="line">It may be heard at court that such as we</div>
                     <div class="line">Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time</div>
                     <div class="line">May make some stronger head; the which he hearing--</div>
                     <div class="line">As it is like him--might break out, and swear</div>
                     <div class="line">He'ld fetch us in; yet is't not probable</div>
                     <div class="line">To come alone, either he so undertaking,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or they so suffering: then on good ground we fear,</div>
                     <div class="line">If we do fear this body hath a tail</div>
                     <div class="line">More perilous than the head.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Let ordinance</div>
                     <div class="line">Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er,</div>
                     <div class="line">My brother hath done well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I had no mind</div>
                     <div class="line">To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness</div>
                     <div class="line">Did make my way long forth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">With his own sword,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en</div>
                     <div class="line">His head from him: I'll throw't into the creek</div>
                     <div class="line">Behind our rock; and let it to the sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">And tell the fishes he's the queen's son, Cloten:</div>
                     <div class="line">That's all I reck.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I fear 'twill be revenged:</div>
                     <div class="line">Would, Polydote, thou hadst not done't! though valour</div>
                     <div class="line">Becomes thee well enough.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Would I had done't</div>
                     <div class="line">So the revenge alone pursued me! Polydore,</div>
                     <div class="line">I love thee brotherly, but envy much</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast robb'd me of this deed: I would revenges,</div>
                     <div class="line">That possible strength might meet, would seek us through</div>
                     <div class="line">And put us to our answer.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, 'tis done:</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger</div>
                     <div class="line">Where there's no profit. I prithee, to our rock;</div>
                     <div class="line">You and Fidele play the cooks: I'll stay</div>
                     <div class="line">Till hasty Polydote return, and bring him</div>
                     <div class="line">To dinner presently.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor sick Fidele!</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll weringly to him: to gain his colour</div>
                     <div class="line">I'ld let a parish of such Clotens' blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">And praise myself for charity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O thou goddess,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st</div>
                     <div class="line">In these two princely boys! They are as gentle</div>
                     <div class="line">As zephyrs blowing below the violet,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not wagging his sweet head; and yet as rough,</div>
                     <div class="line">Their royal blood enchafed, as the rudest wind,</div>
                     <div class="line">That by the top doth take the mountain pine,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make him stoop to the vale. 'Tis wonder</div>
                     <div class="line">That an invisible instinct should frame them</div>
                     <div class="line">To royalty unlearn'd, honour untaught,</div>
                     <div class="line">Civility not seen from other, valour</div>
                     <div class="line">That wildly grows in them, but yields a crop</div>
                     <div class="line">As if it had been sow'd. Yet still it's strange</div>
                     <div class="line">What Cloten's being here to us portends,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or what his death will bring us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter GUIDERIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Where's my brother?</div>
                     <div class="line">I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream,</div>
                     <div class="line">In embassy to his mother: his body's hostage</div>
                     <div class="line">For his return.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Solemn music</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My ingenious instrument!</div>
                     <div class="line">Hark, Polydore, it sounds! But what occasion</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath Cadwal now to give it motion? Hark!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Is he at home?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">He went hence even now.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother</div>
                     <div class="line">it did not speak before. All solemn things</div>
                     <div class="line">Should answer solemn accidents. The matter?</div>
                     <div class="line">Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys</div>
                     <div class="line">Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.</div>
                     <div class="line">Is Cadwal mad?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Look, here he comes,</div>
                     <div class="line">And brings the dire occasion in his arms</div>
                     <div class="line">Of what we blame him for.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, with IMOGEN, as dead,
bearing her in his arms</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The bird is dead</div>
                     <div class="line">That we have made so much on. I had rather</div>
                     <div class="line">Have skipp'd from sixteen years of age to sixty,</div>
                     <div class="line">To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than have seen this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O sweetest, fairest lily!</div>
                     <div class="line">My brother wears thee not the one half so well</div>
                     <div class="line">As when thou grew'st thyself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O melancholy!</div>
                     <div class="line">Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find</div>
                     <div class="line">The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare</div>
                     <div class="line">Might easiliest harbour in? Thou blessed thing!</div>
                     <div class="line">Jove knows what man thou mightst have made; but I,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou diedst, a most rare boy, of melancholy.</div>
                     <div class="line">How found you him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Stark, as you see:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus smiling, as some fly hid tickled slumber,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not as death's dart, being laugh'd at; his</div>
                     <div class="line">right cheek</div>
                     <div class="line">Reposing on a cushion.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Where?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O' the floor;</div>
                     <div class="line">His arms thus leagued: I thought he slept, and put</div>
                     <div class="line">My clouted brogues from off my feet, whose rudeness</div>
                     <div class="line">Answer'd my steps too loud.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, he but sleeps:</div>
                     <div class="line">If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;</div>
                     <div class="line">With female fairies will his tomb be haunted,</div>
                     <div class="line">And worms will not come to thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">With fairest flowers</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack</div>
                     <div class="line">The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor</div>
                     <div class="line">The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor</div>
                     <div class="line">The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,</div>
                     <div class="line">Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would,</div>
                     <div class="line">With charitable bill,--O bill, sore-shaming</div>
                     <div class="line">Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers lie</div>
                     <div class="line">Without a monument!--bring thee all this;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none,</div>
                     <div class="line">To winter-ground thy corse.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Prithee, have done;</div>
                     <div class="line">And do not play in wench-like words with that</div>
                     <div class="line">Which is so serious. Let us bury him,</div>
                     <div class="line">And not protract with admiration what</div>
                     <div class="line">Is now due debt. To the grave!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Say, where shall's lay him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">By good Euriphile, our mother.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Be't so:</div>
                     <div class="line">And let us, Polydore, though now our voices</div>
                     <div class="line">Have got the mannish crack, sing him to the ground,</div>
                     <div class="line">As once our mother; use like note and words,</div>
                     <div class="line">Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Cadwal,</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee;</div>
                     <div class="line">For notes of sorrow out of tune are worse</div>
                     <div class="line">Than priests and fanes that lie.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll speak it, then.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Great griefs, I see, medicine the less; for Cloten</div>
                     <div class="line">Is quite forgot. He was a queen's son, boys;</div>
                     <div class="line">And though he came our enemy, remember</div>
                     <div class="line">He was paid for that: though mean and</div>
                     <div class="line">mighty, rotting</div>
                     <div class="line">Together, have one dust, yet reverence,</div>
                     <div class="line">That angel of the world, doth make distinction</div>
                     <div class="line">Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely</div>
                     <div class="line">And though you took his life, as being our foe,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet bury him as a prince.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray You, fetch him hither.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thersites' body is as good as Ajax',</div>
                     <div class="line">When neither are alive.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">If you'll go fetch him,</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll say our song the whilst. Brother, begin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit BELARIUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east;</div>
                     <div class="line">My father hath a reason for't.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis true.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come on then, and remove him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">So. Begin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>SONG</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear no more the heat o' the sun,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor the furious winter's rages;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou thy worldly task hast done,</div>
                     <div class="line">Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:</div>
                     <div class="line">Golden lads and girls all must,</div>
                     <div class="line">As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear no more the frown o' the great;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;</div>
                     <div class="line">Care no more to clothe and eat;</div>
                     <div class="line">To thee the reed is as the oak:</div>
                     <div class="line">The sceptre, learning, physic, must</div>
                     <div class="line">All follow this, and come to dust.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear no more the lightning flash,</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear not slander, censure rash;</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">All lovers young, all lovers must</div>
                     <div class="line">Consign to thee, and come to dust.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No exorciser harm thee!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor no witchcraft charm thee!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ghost unlaid forbear thee!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nothing ill come near thee!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Quiet consummation have;</div>
                     <div class="line">And renowned be thy grave!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter BELARIUS, with the body of CLOTEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">We have done our obsequies: come, lay him down.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's a few flowers; but 'bout midnight, more:</div>
                     <div class="line">The herbs that have on them cold dew o' the night</div>
                     <div class="line">Are strewings fitt'st for graves. Upon their faces.</div>
                     <div class="line">You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so</div>
                     <div class="line">These herblets shall, which we upon you strew.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come on, away: apart upon our knees.</div>
                     <div class="line">The ground that gave them first has them again:</div>
                     <div class="line">Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Awaking</span>  Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is</div>
                     <div class="line">the way?--</div>
                     <div class="line">I thank you.--By yond bush?--Pray, how far thither?</div>
                     <div class="line">'Ods pittikins! can it be six mile yet?--</div>
                     <div class="line">I have gone all night. 'Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.</div>
                     <div class="line">But, soft! no bedfellow!--O gods and goddesses!</div>
                     <p>Seeing the body of CLOTEN</p>
                     <div class="line">These flowers are like the pleasures of the world;</div>
                     <div class="line">This bloody man, the care on't. I hope I dream;</div>
                     <div class="line">For so I thought I was a cave-keeper,</div>
                     <div class="line">And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so;</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which the brain makes of fumes: our very eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith,</div>
                     <div class="line">I tremble stiff with fear: but if there be</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity</div>
                     <div class="line">As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it!</div>
                     <div class="line">The dream's here still: even when I wake, it is</div>
                     <div class="line">Without me, as within me; not imagined, felt.</div>
                     <div class="line">A headless man! The garments of Posthumus!</div>
                     <div class="line">I know the shape of's leg: this is his hand;</div>
                     <div class="line">His foot Mercurial; his Martial thigh;</div>
                     <div class="line">The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial face</div>
                     <div class="line">Murder in heaven?--How!--'Tis gone. Pisanio,</div>
                     <div class="line">All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,</div>
                     <div class="line">And mine to boot, be darted on thee! Thou,</div>
                     <div class="line">Conspired with that irregulous devil, Cloten,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast here cut off my lord. To write and read</div>
                     <div class="line">Be henceforth treacherous! Damn'd Pisanio</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath with his forged letters,--damn'd Pisanio--</div>
                     <div class="line">From this most bravest vessel of the world</div>
                     <div class="line">Struck the main-top! O Posthumus! alas,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is thy head? where's that? Ay me!</div>
                     <div class="line">where's that?</div>
                     <div class="line">Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">And left this head on. How should this be? Pisanio?</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis he and Cloten: malice and lucre in them</div>
                     <div class="line">Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, pregnant!</div>
                     <div class="line">The drug he gave me, which he said was precious</div>
                     <div class="line">And cordial to me, have I not found it</div>
                     <div class="line">Murderous to the senses? That confirms it home:</div>
                     <div class="line">This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's: O!</div>
                     <div class="line">Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">That we the horrider may seem to those</div>
                     <div class="line">Which chance to find us: O, my lord, my lord!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Falls on the body</p>
               <p>Enter LUCIUS, a Captain and other Officers,
and a Soothsayer</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">To them the legions garrison'd in Gailia,</div>
                     <div class="line">After your will, have cross'd the sea, attending</div>
                     <div class="line">You here at Milford-Haven with your ships:</div>
                     <div class="line">They are in readiness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But what from Rome?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">The senate hath stirr'd up the confiners</div>
                     <div class="line">And gentlemen of Italy, most willing spirits,</div>
                     <div class="line">That promise noble service: and they come</div>
                     <div class="line">Under the conduct of bold Iachimo,</div>
                     <div class="line">Syenna's brother.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">When expect you them?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">With the next benefit o' the wind.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This forwardness</div>
                     <div class="line">Makes our hopes fair. Command our present numbers</div>
                     <div class="line">Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't. Now, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">What have you dream'd of late of this war's purpose?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Soothsayer</div>
                     <div class="line">Last night the very gods show'd me a vision--</div>
                     <div class="line">I fast and pray'd for their intelligence--thus:</div>
                     <div class="line">I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd</div>
                     <div class="line">From the spongy south to this part of the west,</div>
                     <div class="line">There vanish'd in the sunbeams: which portends--</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless my sins abuse my divination--</div>
                     <div class="line">Success to the Roman host.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Dream often so,</div>
                     <div class="line">And never false. Soft, ho! what trunk is here</div>
                     <div class="line">Without his top? The ruin speaks that sometime</div>
                     <div class="line">It was a worthy building. How! a page!</div>
                     <div class="line">Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead rather;</div>
                     <div class="line">For nature doth abhor to make his bed</div>
                     <div class="line">With the defunct, or sleep upon the dead.</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's see the boy's face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">He's alive, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">He'll then instruct us of this body. Young one,</div>
                     <div class="line">Inform us of thy fortunes, for it seems</div>
                     <div class="line">They crave to be demanded. Who is this</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou makest thy bloody pillow? Or who was he</div>
                     <div class="line">That, otherwise than noble nature did,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest</div>
                     <div class="line">In this sad wreck? How came it? Who is it?</div>
                     <div class="line">What art thou?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I am nothing: or if not,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nothing to be were better. This was my master,</div>
                     <div class="line">A very valiant Briton and a good,</div>
                     <div class="line">That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas!</div>
                     <div class="line">There is no more such masters: I may wander</div>
                     <div class="line">From east to occident, cry out for service,</div>
                     <div class="line">Try many, all good, serve truly, never</div>
                     <div class="line">Find such another master.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">'Lack, good youth!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou movest no less with thy complaining than</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy master in bleeding: say his name, good friend.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Richard du Champ.</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">If I do lie and do</div>
                     <div class="line">No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope</div>
                     <div class="line">They'll pardon it.--Say you, sir?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy name?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Fidele, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou dost approve thyself the very same:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy name well fits thy faith, thy faith thy name.</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt be so well master'd, but, be sure,</div>
                     <div class="line">No less beloved. The Roman emperor's letters,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner</div>
                     <div class="line">Than thine own worth prefer thee: go with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep</div>
                     <div class="line">As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when</div>
                     <div class="line">With wild wood-leaves and weeds I ha' strew'd his grave,</div>
                     <div class="line">And on it said a century of prayers,</div>
                     <div class="line">Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep and sigh;</div>
                     <div class="line">And leaving so his service, follow you,</div>
                     <div class="line">So please you entertain me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, good youth!</div>
                     <div class="line">And rather father thee than master thee.</div>
                     <div class="line">My friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us</div>
                     <div class="line">Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make him with our pikes and partisans</div>
                     <div class="line">A grave: come, arm him. Boy, he is preferr'd</div>
                     <div class="line">By thee to us, and he shall be interr'd</div>
                     <div class="line">As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">Some falls are means the happier to arise.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, PISANIO, and Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Again; and bring me word how 'tis with her.</div>
                     <p>Exit an Attendant</p>
                     <div class="line">A fever with the absence of her son,</div>
                     <div class="line">A madness, of which her life's in danger. Heavens,</div>
                     <div class="line">How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,</div>
                     <div class="line">The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon a desperate bed, and in a time</div>
                     <div class="line">When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,</div>
                     <div class="line">So needful for this present: it strikes me, past</div>
                     <div class="line">The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who needs must know of her departure and</div>
                     <div class="line">Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee</div>
                     <div class="line">By a sharp torture.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, my life is yours;</div>
                     <div class="line">I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress,</div>
                     <div class="line">I nothing know where she remains, why gone,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold me your loyal servant.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Good my liege,</div>
                     <div class="line">The day that she was missing he was here:</div>
                     <div class="line">I dare be bound he's true and shall perform</div>
                     <div class="line">All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,</div>
                     <div class="line">There wants no diligence in seeking him,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will, no doubt, be found.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">The time is troublesome.</div>
                     <p>To PISANIO</p>
                     <div class="line">We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy</div>
                     <div class="line">Does yet depend.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">So please your majesty,</div>
                     <div class="line">The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are landed on your coast, with a supply</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Now for the counsel of my son and queen!</div>
                     <div class="line">I am amazed with matter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Good my liege,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your preparation can affront no less</div>
                     <div class="line">Than what you hear of: come more, for more</div>
                     <div class="line">you're ready:</div>
                     <div class="line">The want is but to put those powers in motion</div>
                     <div class="line">That long to move.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">I thank you. Let's withdraw;</div>
                     <div class="line">And meet the time as it seeks us. We fear not</div>
                     <div class="line">What can from Italy annoy us; but</div>
                     <div class="line">We grieve at chances here. Away!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt all but PISANIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I heard no letter from my master since</div>
                     <div class="line">I wrote him Imogen was slain: 'tis strange:</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor hear I from my mistress who did promise</div>
                     <div class="line">To yield me often tidings: neither know I</div>
                     <div class="line">What is betid to Cloten; but remain</div>
                     <div class="line">Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work.</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherein I am false I am honest; not true, to be true.</div>
                     <div class="line">These present wars shall find I love my country,</div>
                     <div class="line">Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them.</div>
                     <div class="line">All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Wales: before the cave of Belarius.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS.</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The noise is round about us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Let us from it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to lock it</div>
                     <div class="line">From action and adventure?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, what hope</div>
                     <div class="line">Have we in hiding us? This way, the Romans</div>
                     <div class="line">Must or for Britons slay us, or receive us</div>
                     <div class="line">For barbarous and unnatural revolts</div>
                     <div class="line">During their use, and slay us after.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sons,</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us.</div>
                     <div class="line">To the king's party there's no going: newness</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Cloten's death--we being not known, not muster'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Among the bands--may drive us to a render</div>
                     <div class="line">Where we have lived, and so extort from's that</div>
                     <div class="line">Which we have done, whose answer would be death</div>
                     <div class="line">Drawn on with torture.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This is, sir, a doubt</div>
                     <div class="line">In such a time nothing becoming you,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor satisfying us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">It is not likely</div>
                     <div class="line">That when they hear the Roman horses neigh,</div>
                     <div class="line">Behold their quarter'd fires, have both their eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">And ears so cloy'd importantly as now,</div>
                     <div class="line">That they will waste their time upon our note,</div>
                     <div class="line">To know from whence we are.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, I am known</div>
                     <div class="line">Of many in the army: many years,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him</div>
                     <div class="line">From my remembrance. And, besides, the king</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath not deserved my service nor your loves;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who find in my exile the want of breeding,</div>
                     <div class="line">The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless</div>
                     <div class="line">To have the courtesy your cradle promised,</div>
                     <div class="line">But to be still hot summer's tamings and</div>
                     <div class="line">The shrinking slaves of winter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Than be so</div>
                     <div class="line">Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:</div>
                     <div class="line">I and my brother are not known; yourself</div>
                     <div class="line">So out of thought, and thereto so o'ergrown,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cannot be question'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">By this sun that shines,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll thither: what thing is it that I never</div>
                     <div class="line">Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison!</div>
                     <div class="line">Never bestrid a horse, save one that had</div>
                     <div class="line">A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor iron on his heel! I am ashamed</div>
                     <div class="line">To look upon the holy sun, to have</div>
                     <div class="line">The benefit of his blest beams, remaining</div>
                     <div class="line">So long a poor unknown.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">By heavens, I'll go:</div>
                     <div class="line">If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll take the better care, but if you will not,</div>
                     <div class="line">The hazard therefore due fall on me by</div>
                     <div class="line">The hands of Romans!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">So say I amen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No reason I, since of your lives you set</div>
                     <div class="line">So slight a valuation, should reserve</div>
                     <div class="line">My crack'd one to more care. Have with you, boys!</div>
                     <div class="line">If in your country wars you chance to die,</div>
                     <div class="line">That is my bed too, lads, an there I'll lie:</div>
                     <div class="line">Lead, lead.</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">The time seems long; their blood</div>
                     <div class="line">thinks scorn,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till it fly out and show them princes born.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.7">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 5. ACT V</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. The Roman camp.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  Another part of the field.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  A British prison.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  Cymbeline's tent.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Britain. The Roman camp.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody handkerchief</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones,</div>
                     <div class="line">If each of you should take this course, how many</div>
                     <div class="line">Must murder wives much better than themselves</div>
                     <div class="line">For wrying but a little! O Pisanio!</div>
                     <div class="line">Every good servant does not all commands:</div>
                     <div class="line">No bond but to do just ones. Gods! if you</div>
                     <div class="line">Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never</div>
                     <div class="line">Had lived to put on this: so had you saved</div>
                     <div class="line">The noble Imogen to repent, and struck</div>
                     <div class="line">Me, wretch more worth your vengeance. But, alack,</div>
                     <div class="line">You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love,</div>
                     <div class="line">To have them fall no more: you some permit</div>
                     <div class="line">To second ills with ills, each elder worse,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift.</div>
                     <div class="line">But Imogen is your own: do your best wills,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make me blest to obey! I am brought hither</div>
                     <div class="line">Among the Italian gentry, and to fight</div>
                     <div class="line">Against my lady's kingdom: 'tis enough</div>
                     <div class="line">That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace!</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me</div>
                     <div class="line">Of these Italian weeds and suit myself</div>
                     <div class="line">As does a Briton peasant: so I'll fight</div>
                     <div class="line">Against the part I come with; so I'll die</div>
                     <div class="line">For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life</div>
                     <div class="line">Is every breath a death; and thus, unknown,</div>
                     <div class="line">Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril</div>
                     <div class="line">Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know</div>
                     <div class="line">More valour in me than my habits show.</div>
                     <div class="line">Gods, put the strength o' the Leonati in me!</div>
                     <div class="line">To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin</div>
                     <div class="line">The fashion, less without and more within.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter, from one side, LUCIUS, IACHIMO, and
the Roman Army: from the other side, the
British Army; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS following,
like a poor soldier. They march over and go
out. Then enter again, in skirmish, IACHIMO
and POSTHUMUS LEONATUS he vanquisheth and disarmeth
IACHIMO, and then leaves him</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">The heaviness and guilt within my bosom</div>
                     <div class="line">Takes off my manhood: I have belied a lady,</div>
                     <div class="line">The princess of this country, and the air on't</div>
                     <div class="line">Revengingly enfeebles me; or could this carl,</div>
                     <div class="line">A very drudge of nature's, have subdued me</div>
                     <div class="line">In my profession? Knighthoods and honours, borne</div>
                     <div class="line">As I wear mine, are titles but of scorn.</div>
                     <div class="line">If that thy gentry, Britain, go before</div>
                     <div class="line">This lout as he exceeds our lords, the odds</div>
                     <div class="line">Is that we scarce are men and you are gods.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <p>The battle continues; the Britons fly; CYMBELINE is
taken: then enter, to his rescue, BELARIUS,
GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand, stand! We have the advantage of the ground;</div>
                     <div class="line">The lane is guarded: nothing routs us but</div>
                     <div class="line">The villany of our fears.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand, stand, and fight!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and seconds the
Britons: they rescue CYMBELINE, and exeunt. Then
re-enter LUCIUS, and IACHIMO, with IMOGEN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, boy, from the troops, and save thyself;</div>
                     <div class="line">For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such</div>
                     <div class="line">As war were hoodwink'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis their fresh supplies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">It is a day turn'd strangely: or betimes</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's reinforce, or fly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Another part of the field.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and a British Lord</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Camest thou from where they made the stand?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I did.</div>
                     <div class="line">Though you, it seems, come from the fliers.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">I did.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that the heavens fought: the king himself</div>
                     <div class="line">Of his wings destitute, the army broken,</div>
                     <div class="line">And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying</div>
                     <div class="line">Through a straight lane; the enemy full-hearted,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work</div>
                     <div class="line">More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down</div>
                     <div class="line">Some mortally, some slightly touch'd, some falling</div>
                     <div class="line">Merely through fear; that the straight pass was damm'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With dead men hurt behind, and cowards living</div>
                     <div class="line">To die with lengthen'd shame.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Where was this lane?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,</div>
                     <div class="line">An honest one, I warrant; who deserved</div>
                     <div class="line">So long a breeding as his white beard came to,</div>
                     <div class="line">In doing this for's country: athwart the lane,</div>
                     <div class="line">He, with two striplings-lads more like to run</div>
                     <div class="line">The country base than to commit such slaughter</div>
                     <div class="line">With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer</div>
                     <div class="line">Than those for preservation cased, or shame--</div>
                     <div class="line">Made good the passage; cried to those that fled,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Our Britain s harts die flying, not our men:</div>
                     <div class="line">To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. Stand;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or we are Romans and will give you that</div>
                     <div class="line">Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save,</div>
                     <div class="line">But to look back in frown: stand, stand.'</div>
                     <div class="line">These three,</div>
                     <div class="line">Three thousand confident, in act as many--</div>
                     <div class="line">For three performers are the file when all</div>
                     <div class="line">The rest do nothing--with this word 'Stand, stand,'</div>
                     <div class="line">Accommodated by the place, more charming</div>
                     <div class="line">With their own nobleness, which could have turn'd</div>
                     <div class="line">A distaff to a lance, gilded pale looks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some,</div>
                     <div class="line">turn'd coward</div>
                     <div class="line">But by example--O, a sin in war,</div>
                     <div class="line">Damn'd in the first beginners!--gan to look</div>
                     <div class="line">The way that they did, and to grin like lions</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began</div>
                     <div class="line">A stop i' the chaser, a retire, anon</div>
                     <div class="line">A rout, confusion thick; forthwith they fly</div>
                     <div class="line">Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves,</div>
                     <div class="line">The strides they victors made: and now our cowards,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like fragments in hard voyages, became</div>
                     <div class="line">The life o' the need: having found the backdoor open</div>
                     <div class="line">Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they wound!</div>
                     <div class="line">Some slain before; some dying; some their friends</div>
                     <div class="line">O'er borne i' the former wave: ten, chased by one,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty:</div>
                     <div class="line">Those that would die or ere resist are grown</div>
                     <div class="line">The mortal bugs o' the field.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">This was strange chance</div>
                     <div class="line">A narrow lane, an old man, and two boys.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made</div>
                     <div class="line">Rather to wonder at the things you hear</div>
                     <div class="line">Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't,</div>
                     <div class="line">And vent it for a mockery? Here is one:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane,</div>
                     <div class="line">Preserved the Britons, was the Romans' bane.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, be not angry, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">'Lack, to what end?</div>
                     <div class="line">Who dares not stand his foe, I'll be his friend;</div>
                     <div class="line">For if he'll do as he is made to do,</div>
                     <div class="line">I know he'll quickly fly my friendship too.</div>
                     <div class="line">You have put me into rhyme.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lord</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell; you're angry.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Still going?</div>
                     <p>Exit Lord</p>
                     <div class="line">This is a lord! O noble misery,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be i' the field, and ask 'what news?' of me!</div>
                     <div class="line">To-day how many would have given their honours</div>
                     <div class="line">To have saved their carcasses! took heel to do't,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet died too! I, in mine own woe charm'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Could not find death where I did hear him groan,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor feel him where he struck: being an ugly monster,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we</div>
                     <div class="line">That draw his knives i' the war. Well, I will find him</div>
                     <div class="line">For being now a favourer to the Briton,</div>
                     <div class="line">No more a Briton, I have resumed again</div>
                     <div class="line">The part I came in: fight I will no more,</div>
                     <div class="line">But yield me to the veriest hind that shall</div>
                     <div class="line">Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is</div>
                     <div class="line">Here made by the Roman; great the answer be</div>
                     <div class="line">Britons must take. For me, my ransom's death;</div>
                     <div class="line">On either side I come to spend my breath;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which neither here I'll keep nor bear again,</div>
                     <div class="line">But end it by some means for Imogen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter two British Captains and Soldiers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">Great Jupiter be praised! Lucius is taken.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">There was a fourth man, in a silly habit,</div>
                     <div class="line">That gave the affront with them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">So 'tis reported:</div>
                     <div class="line">But none of 'em can be found. Stand! who's there?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">A Roman,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds</div>
                     <div class="line">Had answer'd him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">Lay hands on him; a dog!</div>
                     <div class="line">A leg of Rome shall not return to tell</div>
                     <div class="line">What crows have peck'd them here. He brags</div>
                     <div class="line">his service</div>
                     <div class="line">As if he were of note: bring him to the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS,
PISANIO, Soldiers, Attendants, and Roman Captives.
The Captains present POSTHUMUS LEONATUS to
CYMBELINE, who delivers him over to a Gaoler:
then exeunt omnes</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  A British prison.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and two Gaolers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">You shall not now be stol'n, you have locks upon you;</div>
                     <div class="line">So graze as you find pasture.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, or a stomach.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt Gaolers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Most welcome, bondage! for thou art away,</div>
                     <div class="line">think, to liberty: yet am I better</div>
                     <div class="line">Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had rather</div>
                     <div class="line">Groan so in perpetuity than be cured</div>
                     <div class="line">By the sure physician, death, who is the key</div>
                     <div class="line">To unbar these locks. My conscience, thou art fetter'd</div>
                     <div class="line">More than my shanks and wrists: you good gods, give me</div>
                     <div class="line">The penitent instrument to pick that bolt,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, free for ever! Is't enough I am sorry?</div>
                     <div class="line">So children temporal fathers do appease;</div>
                     <div class="line">Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent?</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot do it better than in gyves,</div>
                     <div class="line">Desired more than constrain'd: to satisfy,</div>
                     <div class="line">If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take</div>
                     <div class="line">No stricter render of me than my all.</div>
                     <div class="line">I know you are more clement than vile men,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who of their broken debtors take a third,</div>
                     <div class="line">A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again</div>
                     <div class="line">On their abatement: that's not my desire:</div>
                     <div class="line">For Imogen's dear life take mine; and though</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tween man and man they weigh not every stamp;</div>
                     <div class="line">Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake:</div>
                     <div class="line">You rather mine, being yours: and so, great powers,</div>
                     <div class="line">If you will take this audit, take this life,</div>
                     <div class="line">And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen!</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll speak to thee in silence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Sleeps</p>
               <p>Solemn music. Enter, as in an apparition,
SICILIUS LEONATUS, father to Posthumus Leonatus,
an old man, attired like a warrior; leading in
his hand an ancient matron, his wife, and mother
to Posthumus Leonatus, with music before them:
then, after other music, follow the two young
Leonati, brothers to Posthumus Leonatus, with
wounds as they died in the wars. They circle
Posthumus Leonatus round, as he lies sleeping</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Sicilius Leonatus</div>
                     <div class="line">No more, thou thunder-master, show</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy spite on mortal flies:</div>
                     <div class="line">With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thy adulteries</div>
                     <div class="line">Rates and revenges.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath my poor boy done aught but well,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose face I never saw?</div>
                     <div class="line">I died whilst in the womb he stay'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Attending nature's law:</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose father then, as men report</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou orphans' father art,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him</div>
                     <div class="line">From this earth-vexing smart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Mother</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucina lent not me her aid,</div>
                     <div class="line">But took me in my throes;</div>
                     <div class="line">That from me was Posthumus ript,</div>
                     <div class="line">Came crying 'mongst his foes,</div>
                     <div class="line">A thing of pity!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Sicilius Leonatus</div>
                     <div class="line">Great nature, like his ancestry,</div>
                     <div class="line">Moulded the stuff so fair,</div>
                     <div class="line">That he deserved the praise o' the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">As great Sicilius' heir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Brother</div>
                     <div class="line">When once he was mature for man,</div>
                     <div class="line">In Britain where was he</div>
                     <div class="line">That could stand up his parallel;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or fruitful object be</div>
                     <div class="line">In eye of Imogen, that best</div>
                     <div class="line">Could deem his dignity?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Mother</div>
                     <div class="line">With marriage wherefore was he mock'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be exiled, and thrown</div>
                     <div class="line">From Leonati seat, and cast</div>
                     <div class="line">From her his dearest one,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet Imogen?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Sicilius Leonatus</div>
                     <div class="line">Why did you suffer Iachimo,</div>
                     <div class="line">Slight thing of Italy,</div>
                     <div class="line">To taint his nobler heart and brain</div>
                     <div class="line">With needless jealosy;</div>
                     <div class="line">And to become the geck and scorn</div>
                     <div class="line">O' th' other's villany?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Brother</div>
                     <div class="line">For this from stiller seats we came,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our parents and us twain,</div>
                     <div class="line">That striking in our country's cause</div>
                     <div class="line">Fell bravely and were slain,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our fealty and Tenantius' right</div>
                     <div class="line">With honour to maintain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Brother</div>
                     <div class="line">Like hardiment Posthumus hath</div>
                     <div class="line">To Cymbeline perform'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why hast thou thus adjourn'd</div>
                     <div class="line">The graces for his merits due,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being all to dolours turn'd?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Sicilius Leonatus</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy crystal window ope; look out;</div>
                     <div class="line">No longer exercise</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon a valiant race thy harsh</div>
                     <div class="line">And potent injuries.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Mother</div>
                     <div class="line">Since, Jupiter, our son is good,</div>
                     <div class="line">Take off his miseries.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Sicilius Leonatus</div>
                     <div class="line">Peep through thy marble mansion; help;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or we poor ghosts will cry</div>
                     <div class="line">To the shining synod of the rest</div>
                     <div class="line">Against thy deity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Brother</div>
                     <div class="speaker">Second Brother</div>
                     <div class="line">Help, Jupiter; or we appeal,</div>
                     <div class="line">And from thy justice fly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting
upon an eagle: he throws a thunderbolt. The
Apparitions fall on their knees</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Jupiter</div>
                     <div class="line">No more, you petty spirits of region low,</div>
                     <div class="line">Offend our hearing; hush! How dare you ghosts</div>
                     <div class="line">Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sky-planted batters all rebelling coasts?</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor shadows of Elysium, hence, and rest</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon your never-withering banks of flowers:</div>
                     <div class="line">Be not with mortal accidents opprest;</div>
                     <div class="line">No care of yours it is; you know 'tis ours.</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom best I love I cross; to make my gift,</div>
                     <div class="line">The more delay'd, delighted. Be content;</div>
                     <div class="line">Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift:</div>
                     <div class="line">His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.</div>
                     <div class="line">Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in</div>
                     <div class="line">Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade.</div>
                     <div class="line">He shall be lord of lady Imogen,</div>
                     <div class="line">And happier much by his affliction made.</div>
                     <div class="line">This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein</div>
                     <div class="line">Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine:</div>
                     <div class="line">and so, away: no further with your din</div>
                     <div class="line">Express impatience, lest you stir up mine.</div>
                     <div class="line">Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Ascends</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Sicilius Leonatus</div>
                     <div class="line">He came in thunder; his celestial breath</div>
                     <div class="line">Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle</div>
                     <div class="line">Stoop'd as to foot us: his ascension is</div>
                     <div class="line">More sweet than our blest fields: his royal bird</div>
                     <div class="line">Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak,</div>
                     <div class="line">As when his god is pleased.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">All</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, Jupiter!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Sicilius Leonatus</div>
                     <div class="line">The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd</div>
                     <div class="line">His radiant root. Away! and, to be blest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let us with care perform his great behest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>The Apparitions vanish</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Posthumus Leonatus</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Waking</span>  Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot</div>
                     <div class="line">A father to me; and thou hast created</div>
                     <div class="line">A mother and two brothers: but, O scorn!</div>
                     <div class="line">Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born:</div>
                     <div class="line">And so I am awake. Poor wretches that depend</div>
                     <div class="line">On greatness' favour dream as I have done,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wake and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve:</div>
                     <div class="line">Many dream not to find, neither deserve,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet are steep'd in favours: so am I,</div>
                     <div class="line">That have this golden chance and know not why.</div>
                     <div class="line">What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O rare one!</div>
                     <div class="line">Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment</div>
                     <div class="line">Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects</div>
                     <div class="line">So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers,</div>
                     <div class="line">As good as promise.</div>
                     <p>Reads</p>
                     <div class="line">'When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown,</div>
                     <div class="line">without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of</div>
                     <div class="line">tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be</div>
                     <div class="line">lopped branches, which, being dead many years,</div>
                     <div class="line">shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock and</div>
                     <div class="line">freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries,</div>
                     <div class="line">Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty.'</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen</div>
                     <div class="line">Tongue and brain not; either both or nothing;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or senseless speaking or a speaking such</div>
                     <div class="line">As sense cannot untie. Be what it is,</div>
                     <div class="line">The action of my life is like it, which</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll keep, if but for sympathy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter First Gaoler</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, sir, are you ready for death?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Over-roasted rather; ready long ago.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">Hanging is the word, sir: if</div>
                     <div class="line">you be ready for that, you are well cooked.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">So, if I prove a good repast to the</div>
                     <div class="line">spectators, the dish pays the shot.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">A heavy reckoning for you, sir. But the comfort is,</div>
                     <div class="line">you shall be called to no more payments, fear no</div>
                     <div class="line">more tavern-bills; which are often the sadness of</div>
                     <div class="line">parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in</div>
                     <div class="line">flint for want of meat, depart reeling with too</div>
                     <div class="line">much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and</div>
                     <div class="line">sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain</div>
                     <div class="line">both empty; the brain the heavier for being too</div>
                     <div class="line">light, the purse too light, being drawn of</div>
                     <div class="line">heaviness: of this contradiction you shall now be</div>
                     <div class="line">quit. O, the charity of a penny cord! It sums up</div>
                     <div class="line">thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and</div>
                     <div class="line">creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come,</div>
                     <div class="line">the discharge: your neck, sir, is pen, book and</div>
                     <div class="line">counters; so the acquittance follows.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am merrier to die than thou art to live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the</div>
                     <div class="line">tooth-ache: but a man that were to sleep your</div>
                     <div class="line">sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he</div>
                     <div class="line">would change places with his officer; for, look you,</div>
                     <div class="line">sir, you know not which way you shall go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, indeed do I, fellow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">Your death has eyes in 's head then; I have not seen</div>
                     <div class="line">him so pictured: you must either be directed by</div>
                     <div class="line">some that take upon them to know, or do take upon</div>
                     <div class="line">yourself that which I am sure you do not know, or</div>
                     <div class="line">jump the after inquiry on your own peril: and how</div>
                     <div class="line">you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll</div>
                     <div class="line">never return to tell one.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to</div>
                     <div class="line">direct them the way I am going, but such as wink and</div>
                     <div class="line">will not use them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">What an infinite mock is this, that a man should</div>
                     <div class="line">have the best use of eyes to see the way of</div>
                     <div class="line">blindness! I am sure hanging's the way of winking.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou bring'st good news; I am called to be made free.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll be hang'd then.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt POSTHUMUS LEONATUS and Messenger</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless a man would marry a gallows and beget young</div>
                     <div class="line">gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my</div>
                     <div class="line">conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live,</div>
                     <div class="line">for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them</div>
                     <div class="line">too that die against their wills; so should I, if I</div>
                     <div class="line">were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one</div>
                     <div class="line">mind good; O, there were desolation of gaolers and</div>
                     <div class="line">gallowses! I speak against my present profit, but</div>
                     <div class="line">my wish hath a preferment in 't.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  Cymbeline's tent.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVIRAGUS,
PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made</div>
                     <div class="line">Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart</div>
                     <div class="line">That the poor soldier that so richly fought,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose rags shamed gilded arms, whose naked breast</div>
                     <div class="line">Stepp'd before larges of proof, cannot be found:</div>
                     <div class="line">He shall be happy that can find him, if</div>
                     <div class="line">Our grace can make him so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I never saw</div>
                     <div class="line">Such noble fury in so poor a thing;</div>
                     <div class="line">Such precious deeds in one that promises nought</div>
                     <div class="line">But beggary and poor looks.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">No tidings of him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">He hath been search'd among the dead and living,</div>
                     <div class="line">But no trace of him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">To my grief, I am</div>
                     <div class="line">The heir of his reward;</div>
                     <p>To BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS</p>
                     <div class="line">which I will add</div>
                     <div class="line">To you, the liver, heart and brain of Britain,</div>
                     <div class="line">By whom I grant she lives. 'Tis now the time</div>
                     <div class="line">To ask of whence you are. Report it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen:</div>
                     <div class="line">Further to boast were neither true nor modest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless I add, we are honest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Bow your knees.</div>
                     <div class="line">Arise my knights o' the battle: I create you</div>
                     <div class="line">Companions to our person and will fit you</div>
                     <div class="line">With dignities becoming your estates.</div>
                     <p>Enter CORNELIUS and Ladies</p>
                     <div class="line">There's business in these faces. Why so sadly</div>
                     <div class="line">Greet you our victory? you look like Romans,</div>
                     <div class="line">And not o' the court of Britain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Hail, great king!</div>
                     <div class="line">To sour your happiness, I must report</div>
                     <div class="line">The queen is dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Who worse than a physician</div>
                     <div class="line">Would this report become? But I consider,</div>
                     <div class="line">By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death</div>
                     <div class="line">Will seize the doctor too. How ended she?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">With horror, madly dying, like her life,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, being cruel to the world, concluded</div>
                     <div class="line">Most cruel to herself. What she confess'd</div>
                     <div class="line">I will report, so please you: these her women</div>
                     <div class="line">Can trip me, if I err; who with wet cheeks</div>
                     <div class="line">Were present when she finish'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Prithee, say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">First, she confess'd she never loved you, only</div>
                     <div class="line">Affected greatness got by you, not you:</div>
                     <div class="line">Married your royalty, was wife to your place;</div>
                     <div class="line">Abhorr'd your person.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">She alone knew this;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, but she spoke it dying, I would not</div>
                     <div class="line">Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love</div>
                     <div class="line">With such integrity, she did confess</div>
                     <div class="line">Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that her flight prevented it, she had</div>
                     <div class="line">Ta'en off by poison.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">O most delicate fiend!</div>
                     <div class="line">Who is 't can read a woman? Is there more?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had</div>
                     <div class="line">For you a mortal mineral; which, being took,</div>
                     <div class="line">Should by the minute feed on life and lingering</div>
                     <div class="line">By inches waste you: in which time she purposed,</div>
                     <div class="line">By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to</div>
                     <div class="line">O'ercome you with her show, and in time,</div>
                     <div class="line">When she had fitted you with her craft, to work</div>
                     <div class="line">Her son into the adoption of the crown:</div>
                     <div class="line">But, failing of her end by his strange absence,</div>
                     <div class="line">Grew shameless-desperate; open'd, in despite</div>
                     <div class="line">Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented</div>
                     <div class="line">The evils she hatch'd were not effected; so</div>
                     <div class="line">Despairing died.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Heard you all this, her women?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Lady</div>
                     <div class="line">We did, so please your highness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thought her like her seeming; it had</div>
                     <div class="line">been vicious</div>
                     <div class="line">To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter!</div>
                     <div class="line">That it was folly in me, thou mayst say,</div>
                     <div class="line">And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all!</div>
                     <p>Enter LUCIUS, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other
Roman Prisoners, guarded; POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
behind, and IMOGEN</p>
                     <div class="line">Thou comest not, Caius, now for tribute that</div>
                     <div class="line">The Britons have razed out, though with the loss</div>
                     <div class="line">Of many a bold one; whose kinsmen have made suit</div>
                     <div class="line">That their good souls may be appeased with slaughter</div>
                     <div class="line">Of you their captives, which ourself have granted:</div>
                     <div class="line">So think of your estate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day</div>
                     <div class="line">Was yours by accident; had it gone with us,</div>
                     <div class="line">We should not, when the blood was cool,</div>
                     <div class="line">have threaten'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Our prisoners with the sword. But since the gods</div>
                     <div class="line">Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives</div>
                     <div class="line">May be call'd ransom, let it come: sufficeth</div>
                     <div class="line">A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer:</div>
                     <div class="line">Augustus lives to think on't: and so much</div>
                     <div class="line">For my peculiar care. This one thing only</div>
                     <div class="line">I will entreat; my boy, a Briton born,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let him be ransom'd: never master had</div>
                     <div class="line">A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,</div>
                     <div class="line">So tender over his occasions, true,</div>
                     <div class="line">So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join</div>
                     <div class="line">With my request, which I make bold your highness</div>
                     <div class="line">Cannot deny; he hath done no Briton harm,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though he have served a Roman: save him, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">And spare no blood beside.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">I have surely seen him:</div>
                     <div class="line">His favour is familiar to me. Boy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast look'd thyself into my grace,</div>
                     <div class="line">And art mine own. I know not why, wherefore,</div>
                     <div class="line">To say 'live, boy:' ne'er thank thy master; live:</div>
                     <div class="line">And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt,</div>
                     <div class="line">Fitting my bounty and thy state, I'll give it;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,</div>
                     <div class="line">The noblest ta'en.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I humbly thank your highness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad;</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet I know thou wilt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">No, no: alack,</div>
                     <div class="line">There's other work in hand: I see a thing</div>
                     <div class="line">Bitter to me as death: your life, good master,</div>
                     <div class="line">Must shuffle for itself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The boy disdains me,</div>
                     <div class="line">He leaves me, scorns me: briefly die their joys</div>
                     <div class="line">That place them on the truth of girls and boys.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why stands he so perplex'd?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">What wouldst thou, boy?</div>
                     <div class="line">I love thee more and more: think more and more</div>
                     <div class="line">What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look'st on? speak,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt have him live? Is he thy kin? thy friend?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">He is a Roman; no more kin to me</div>
                     <div class="line">Than I to your highness; who, being born your vassal,</div>
                     <div class="line">Am something nearer.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherefore eyest him so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please</div>
                     <div class="line">To give me hearing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, with all my heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">And lend my best attention. What's thy name?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Fidele, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou'rt my good youth, my page;</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apart</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not this boy revived from death?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">One sand another</div>
                     <div class="line">Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad</div>
                     <div class="line">Who died, and was Fidele. What think you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The same dead thing alive.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear;</div>
                     <div class="line">Creatures may be alike: were 't he, I am sure</div>
                     <div class="line">He would have spoke to us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">But we saw him dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Be silent; let's see further.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span> It is my mistress:</div>
                     <div class="line">Since she is living, let the time run on</div>
                     <div class="line">To good or bad.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>CYMBELINE and IMOGEN come forward</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, stand thou by our side;</div>
                     <div class="line">Make thy demand aloud.</div>
                     <p>To IACHIMO</p>
                     <div class="line">Sir, step you forth;</div>
                     <div class="line">Give answer to this boy, and do it freely;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, by our greatness and the grace of it,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which is our honour, bitter torture shall</div>
                     <div class="line">Winnow the truth from falsehood. On, speak to him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">My boon is, that this gentleman may render</div>
                     <div class="line">Of whom he had this ring.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>                 What's that to him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">That diamond upon your finger, say</div>
                     <div class="line">How came it yours?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">How! me?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that</div>
                     <div class="line">Which torments me to conceal. By villany</div>
                     <div class="line">I got this ring: 'twas Leonatus' jewel;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom thou didst banish; and--which more may</div>
                     <div class="line">grieve thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">As it doth me--a nobler sir ne'er lived</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">All that belongs to this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">That paragon, thy daughter,--</div>
                     <div class="line">For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits</div>
                     <div class="line">Quail to remember--Give me leave; I faint.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength:</div>
                     <div class="line">I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will</div>
                     <div class="line">Than die ere I hear more: strive, man, and speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon a time,--unhappy was the clock</div>
                     <div class="line">That struck the hour!--it was in Rome,--accursed</div>
                     <div class="line">The mansion where!--'twas at a feast,--O, would</div>
                     <div class="line">Our viands had been poison'd, or at least</div>
                     <div class="line">Those which I heaved to head!--the good Posthumus--</div>
                     <div class="line">What should I say? he was too good to be</div>
                     <div class="line">Where ill men were; and was the best of all</div>
                     <div class="line">Amongst the rarest of good ones,--sitting sadly,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hearing us praise our loves of Italy</div>
                     <div class="line">For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast</div>
                     <div class="line">Of him that best could speak, for feature, laming</div>
                     <div class="line">The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva.</div>
                     <div class="line">Postures beyond brief nature, for condition,</div>
                     <div class="line">A shop of all the qualities that man</div>
                     <div class="line">Loves woman for, besides that hook of wiving,</div>
                     <div class="line">Fairness which strikes the eye--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">I stand on fire:</div>
                     <div class="line">Come to the matter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">All too soon I shall,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly. This Posthumus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Most like a noble lord in love and one</div>
                     <div class="line">That had a royal lover, took his hint;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, not dispraising whom we praised,--therein</div>
                     <div class="line">He was as calm as virtue--he began</div>
                     <div class="line">His mistress' picture; which by his tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">being made,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then a mind put in't, either our brags</div>
                     <div class="line">Were crack'd of kitchen-trolls, or his description</div>
                     <div class="line">Proved us unspeaking sots.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, nay, to the purpose.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">Your daughter's chastity--there it begins.</div>
                     <div class="line">He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams,</div>
                     <div class="line">And she alone were cold: whereat I, wretch,</div>
                     <div class="line">Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him</div>
                     <div class="line">Pieces of gold 'gainst this which then he wore</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon his honour'd finger, to attain</div>
                     <div class="line">In suit the place of's bed and win this ring</div>
                     <div class="line">By hers and mine adultery. He, true knight,</div>
                     <div class="line">No lesser of her honour confident</div>
                     <div class="line">Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring;</div>
                     <div class="line">And would so, had it been a carbuncle</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Phoebus' wheel, and might so safely, had it</div>
                     <div class="line">Been all the worth of's car. Away to Britain</div>
                     <div class="line">Post I in this design: well may you, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Remember me at court; where I was taught</div>
                     <div class="line">Of your chaste daughter the wide difference</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quench'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain</div>
                     <div class="line">'Gan in your duller Britain operate</div>
                     <div class="line">Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, to be brief, my practise so prevail'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I return'd with simular proof enough</div>
                     <div class="line">To make the noble Leonatus mad,</div>
                     <div class="line">By wounding his belief in her renown</div>
                     <div class="line">With tokens thus, and thus; averting notes</div>
                     <div class="line">Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet,--</div>
                     <div class="line">O cunning, how I got it!--nay, some marks</div>
                     <div class="line">Of secret on her person, that he could not</div>
                     <div class="line">But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereupon--</div>
                     <div class="line">Methinks, I see him now--</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Advancing</span>             Ay, so thou dost,</div>
                     <div class="line">Italian fiend! Ay me, most credulous fool,</div>
                     <div class="line">Egregious murderer, thief, any thing</div>
                     <div class="line">That's due to all the villains past, in being,</div>
                     <div class="line">To come! O, give me cord, or knife, or poison,</div>
                     <div class="line">Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out</div>
                     <div class="line">For torturers ingenious: it is I</div>
                     <div class="line">That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend</div>
                     <div class="line">By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,</div>
                     <div class="line">That kill'd thy daughter:--villain-like, I lie--</div>
                     <div class="line">That caused a lesser villain than myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">A sacrilegious thief, to do't: the temple</div>
                     <div class="line">Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.</div>
                     <div class="line">Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set</div>
                     <div class="line">The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain</div>
                     <div class="line">Be call'd Posthumus Leonitus; and</div>
                     <div class="line">Be villany less than 'twas! O Imogen!</div>
                     <div class="line">My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,</div>
                     <div class="line">Imogen, Imogen!</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, my lord; hear, hear--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page,</div>
                     <div class="line">There lie thy part.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Striking her: she falls</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, gentlemen, help!</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine and your mistress! O, my lord Posthumus!</div>
                     <div class="line">You ne'er kill'd Imogen til now. Help, help!</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine honour'd lady!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Does the world go round?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">How come these staggers on me?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Wake, my mistress!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me</div>
                     <div class="line">To death with mortal joy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">How fares thy mistress?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">O, get thee from my sight;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou gavest me poison: dangerous fellow, hence!</div>
                     <div class="line">Breathe not where princes are.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">The tune of Imogen!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Lady,</div>
                     <div class="line">The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if</div>
                     <div class="line">That box I gave you was not thought by me</div>
                     <div class="line">A precious thing: I had it from the queen.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">New matter still?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">It poison'd me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">O gods!</div>
                     <div class="line">I left out one thing which the queen confess'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">Which must approve thee honest: 'If Pisanio</div>
                     <div class="line">Have,' said she, 'given his mistress that confection</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I gave him for cordial, she is served</div>
                     <div class="line">As I would serve a rat.'</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">What's this, Comelius?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">The queen, sir, very oft importuned me</div>
                     <div class="line">To temper poisons for her, still pretending</div>
                     <div class="line">The satisfaction of her knowledge only</div>
                     <div class="line">In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of no esteem: I, dreading that her purpose</div>
                     <div class="line">Was of more danger, did compound for her</div>
                     <div class="line">A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease</div>
                     <div class="line">The present power of life, but in short time</div>
                     <div class="line">All offices of nature should again</div>
                     <div class="line">Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it?</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Most like I did, for I was dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">My boys,</div>
                     <div class="line">There was our error.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This is, sure, Fidele.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">Why did you throw your wedded lady from you?</div>
                     <div class="line">Think that you are upon a rock; and now</div>
                     <div class="line">Throw me again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Embracing him</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Hang there like a fruit, my soul,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till the tree die!</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">How now, my flesh, my child!</div>
                     <div class="line">What, makest thou me a dullard in this act?</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou not speak to me?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Kneeling</span>               Your blessing, sir.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS</span>  Though you did love</div>
                     <div class="line">this youth, I blame ye not:</div>
                     <div class="line">You had a motive for't.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">My tears that fall</div>
                     <div class="line">Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy mother's dead.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">I am sorry for't, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, she was nought; and long of her it was</div>
                     <div class="line">That we meet here so strangely: but her son</div>
                     <div class="line">Is gone, we know not how nor where.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten,</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon my lady's missing, came to me</div>
                     <div class="line">With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore,</div>
                     <div class="line">If I discover'd not which way she was gone,</div>
                     <div class="line">It was my instant death. By accident,</div>
                     <div class="line">had a feigned letter of my master's</div>
                     <div class="line">Then in my pocket; which directed him</div>
                     <div class="line">To seek her on the mountains near to Milford;</div>
                     <div class="line">Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which he enforced from me, away he posts</div>
                     <div class="line">With unchaste purpose and with oath to violate</div>
                     <div class="line">My lady's honour: what became of him</div>
                     <div class="line">I further know not.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me end the story:</div>
                     <div class="line">I slew him there.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, the gods forfend!</div>
                     <div class="line">I would not thy good deeds should from my lips</div>
                     <div class="line">Pluck a bard sentence: prithee, valiant youth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Deny't again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I have spoke it, and I did it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">He was a prince.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">A most incivil one: the wrongs he did me</div>
                     <div class="line">Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me</div>
                     <div class="line">With language that would make me spurn the sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head;</div>
                     <div class="line">And am right glad he is not standing here</div>
                     <div class="line">To tell this tale of mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">I am sorry for thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must</div>
                     <div class="line">Endure our law: thou'rt dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">That headless man</div>
                     <div class="line">I thought had been my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Bind the offender,</div>
                     <div class="line">And take him from our presence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, sir king:</div>
                     <div class="line">This man is better than the man he slew,</div>
                     <div class="line">As well descended as thyself; and hath</div>
                     <div class="line">More of thee merited than a band of Clotens</div>
                     <div class="line">Had ever scar for.</div>
                     <p>To the Guard</p>
                     <div class="line">Let his arms alone;</div>
                     <div class="line">They were not born for bondage.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, old soldier,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,</div>
                     <div class="line">By tasting of our wrath? How of descent</div>
                     <div class="line">As good as we?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">In that he spake too far.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou shalt die for't.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">We will die all three:</div>
                     <div class="line">But I will prove that two on's are as good</div>
                     <div class="line">As I have given out him. My sons, I must,</div>
                     <div class="line">For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though, haply, well for you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Your danger's ours.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And our good his.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Have at it then, by leave.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hadst, great king, a subject who</div>
                     <div class="line">Was call'd Belarius.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">What of him? he is</div>
                     <div class="line">A banish'd traitor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">He it is that hath</div>
                     <div class="line">Assumed this age; indeed a banish'd man;</div>
                     <div class="line">I know not how a traitor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Take him hence:</div>
                     <div class="line">The whole world shall not save him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Not too hot:</div>
                     <div class="line">First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;</div>
                     <div class="line">And let it be confiscate all, so soon</div>
                     <div class="line">As I have received it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Nursing of my sons!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am too blunt and saucy: here's my knee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">These two young gentlemen, that call me father</div>
                     <div class="line">And think they are my sons, are none of mine;</div>
                     <div class="line">They are the issue of your loins, my liege,</div>
                     <div class="line">And blood of your begetting.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">How! my issue!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan,</div>
                     <div class="line">Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment</div>
                     <div class="line">Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes--</div>
                     <div class="line">For such and so they are--these twenty years</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I train'd up: those arts they have as I</div>
                     <div class="line">Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as</div>
                     <div class="line">Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon my banishment: I moved her to't,</div>
                     <div class="line">Having received the punishment before,</div>
                     <div class="line">For that which I did then: beaten for loyalty</div>
                     <div class="line">Excited me to treason: their dear loss,</div>
                     <div class="line">The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Here are your sons again; and I must lose</div>
                     <div class="line">Two of the sweet'st companions in the world.</div>
                     <div class="line">The benediction of these covering heavens</div>
                     <div class="line">Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy</div>
                     <div class="line">To inlay heaven with stars.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou weep'st, and speak'st.</div>
                     <div class="line">The service that you three have done is more</div>
                     <div class="line">Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost my children:</div>
                     <div class="line">If these be they, I know not how to wish</div>
                     <div class="line">A pair of worthier sons.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Be pleased awhile.</div>
                     <div class="line">This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,</div>
                     <div class="line">Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius:</div>
                     <div class="line">This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd</div>
                     <div class="line">In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Of his queen mother, which for more probation</div>
                     <div class="line">I can with ease produce.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Guiderius had</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;</div>
                     <div class="line">It was a mark of wonder.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BELARIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">This is he;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who hath upon him still that natural stamp:</div>
                     <div class="line">It was wise nature's end in the donation,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be his evidence now.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, what, am I</div>
                     <div class="line">A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother</div>
                     <div class="line">Rejoiced deliverance more. Blest pray you be,</div>
                     <div class="line">That, after this strange starting from your orbs,</div>
                     <div class="line">may reign in them now! O Imogen,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">No, my lord;</div>
                     <div class="line">I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter</div>
                     <div class="line">But I am truest speaker you call'd me brother,</div>
                     <div class="line">When I was but your sister; I you brothers,</div>
                     <div class="line">When ye were so indeed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Did you e'er meet?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, my good lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GUIDERIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">And at first meeting loved;</div>
                     <div class="line">Continued so, until we thought he died.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CORNELIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">By the queen's dram she swallow'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">O rare instinct!</div>
                     <div class="line">When shall I hear all through? This fierce</div>
                     <div class="line">abridgement</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath to it circumstantial branches, which</div>
                     <div class="line">Distinction should be rich in. Where? how lived You?</div>
                     <div class="line">And when came you to serve our Roman captive?</div>
                     <div class="line">How parted with your brothers? how first met them?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why fled you from the court? and whither? These,</div>
                     <div class="line">And your three motives to the battle, with</div>
                     <div class="line">I know not how much more, should be demanded;</div>
                     <div class="line">And all the other by-dependencies,</div>
                     <div class="line">From chance to chance: but nor the time nor place</div>
                     <div class="line">Will serve our long inter'gatories. See,</div>
                     <div class="line">Posthumus anchors upon Imogen,</div>
                     <div class="line">And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye</div>
                     <div class="line">On him, her brother, me, her master, hitting</div>
                     <div class="line">Each object with a joy: the counterchange</div>
                     <div class="line">Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,</div>
                     <div class="line">And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.</div>
                     <p>To BELARIUS</p>
                     <div class="line">Thou art my brother; so we'll hold thee ever.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">You are my father too, and did relieve me,</div>
                     <div class="line">To see this gracious season.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">All o'erjoy'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too,</div>
                     <div class="line">For they shall taste our comfort.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                     <div class="line">My good master,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will yet do you service.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Happy be you!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought,</div>
                     <div class="line">He would have well becomed this place, and graced</div>
                     <div class="line">The thankings of a king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">I am, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">The soldier that did company these three</div>
                     <div class="line">In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for</div>
                     <div class="line">The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he,</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, Iachimo: I had you down and might</div>
                     <div class="line">Have made you finish.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Kneeling</span>          I am down again:</div>
                     <div class="line">But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee,</div>
                     <div class="line">As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I so often owe: but your ring first;</div>
                     <div class="line">And here the bracelet of the truest princess</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever swore her faith.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Kneel not to me:</div>
                     <div class="line">The power that I have on you is, to spare you;</div>
                     <div class="line">The malice towards you to forgive you: live,</div>
                     <div class="line">And deal with others better.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Nobly doom'd!</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll learn our freeness of a son-in-law;</div>
                     <div class="line">Pardon's the word to all.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ARVIRAGUS</div>
                     <div class="line">You holp us, sir,</div>
                     <div class="line">As you did mean indeed to be our brother;</div>
                     <div class="line">Joy'd are we that you are.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome,</div>
                     <div class="line">Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, methought</div>
                     <div class="line">Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows</div>
                     <div class="line">Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found</div>
                     <div class="line">This label on my bosom; whose containing</div>
                     <div class="line">Is so from sense in hardness, that I can</div>
                     <div class="line">Make no collection of it: let him show</div>
                     <div class="line">His skill in the construction.</div>
                  </div>
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               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Philarmonus!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Soothsayer</div>
                     <div class="line">Here, my good lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAIUS LUCIUS</div>
                     <div class="line">Read, and declare the meaning.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Soothsayer</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Reads</span>  'When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself</div>
                     <div class="line">unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a</div>
                     <div class="line">piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar</div>
                     <div class="line">shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many</div>
                     <div class="line">years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old</div>
                     <div class="line">stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end</div>
                     <div class="line">his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in</div>
                     <div class="line">peace and plenty.'</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp;</div>
                     <div class="line">The fit and apt construction of thy name,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being Leonatus, doth import so much.</div>
                     <p>To CYMBELINE</p>
                     <div class="line">The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which we call 'mollis aer;' and 'mollis aer'</div>
                     <div class="line">We term it 'mulier:' which 'mulier' I divine</div>
                     <div class="line">Is this most constant wife; who, even now,</div>
                     <div class="line">Answering the letter of the oracle,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unknown to you, unsought, were clipp'd about</div>
                     <div class="line">With this most tender air.</div>
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               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">This hath some seeming.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Soothsayer</div>
                     <div class="line">The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline,</div>
                     <div class="line">Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stol'n,</div>
                     <div class="line">For many years thought dead, are now revived,</div>
                     <div class="line">To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue</div>
                     <div class="line">Promises Britain peace and plenty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Well</div>
                     <div class="line">My peace we will begin. And, Caius Lucius,</div>
                     <div class="line">Although the victor, we submit to Caesar,</div>
                     <div class="line">And to the Roman empire; promising</div>
                     <div class="line">To pay our wonted tribute, from the which</div>
                     <div class="line">We were dissuaded by our wicked queen;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom heavens, in justice, both on her and hers,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have laid most heavy hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Soothsayer</div>
                     <div class="line">The fingers of the powers above do tune</div>
                     <div class="line">The harmony of this peace. The vision</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I made known to Lucius, ere the stroke</div>
                     <div class="line">Of this yet scarce-cold battle, at this instant</div>
                     <div class="line">Is full accomplish'd; for the Roman eagle,</div>
                     <div class="line">From south to west on wing soaring aloft,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lessen'd herself, and in the beams o' the sun</div>
                     <div class="line">So vanish'd: which foreshow'd our princely eagle,</div>
                     <div class="line">The imperial Caesar, should again unite</div>
                     <div class="line">His favour with the radiant Cymbeline,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which shines here in the west.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                     <div class="line">Laud we the gods;</div>
                     <div class="line">And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils</div>
                     <div class="line">From our blest altars. Publish we this peace</div>
                     <div class="line">To all our subjects. Set we forward: let</div>
                     <div class="line">A Roman and a British ensign wave</div>
                     <div class="line">Friendly together: so through Lud's-town march:</div>
                     <div class="line">And in the temple of great Jupiter</div>
                     <div class="line">Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts.</div>
                     <div class="line">Set on there! Never was a war did cease,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere bloody hands were wash'd, with such a peace.</div>
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               <p>Exeunt</p>
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            <h1>Cymbeline</h1>
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         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  Rome. Philario's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE V.  Britain. A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE VI.  The same. Another room in the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. Before Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  Imogen's bedchamber in Cymbeline's palace: a trunk in one corner of it.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. Scene III  An ante-chamber adjoining Imogen's apartments.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  Rome. Philario's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.6">5. SCENE V.  Another room in Philario's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. A hall in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  Another room in the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  Wales: a mountainous country with a cave.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  Country near Milford-Haven.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.6">5. SCENE V.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.7">6. SCENE VI.  Wales. Before the cave of Belarius.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.8">7. SCENE VII.  Rome. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Wales: near the cave of Belarius.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  Before the cave of Belarius.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  Wales: before the cave of Belarius.</a>
                           </span>
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                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. The Roman camp.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  Field of battle between the British and Roman camps.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  Another part of the field.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  A British prison.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  Cymbeline's tent.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
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         <div class="content">
            <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
               <header class="preface-titlepage">
                  <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="content">
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">CYMBELINE, king of Britain.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">CLOTEN, son to the Queen by a former husband.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, a gentleman, husband to Imogen.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">BELARIUS, a banished lord, disguised under the name of Morgan.</span>
                  </p>
                  <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
                     <tr>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">
                              <span class="personname">GUIDERIUS</span>
                              <span class="personname">ARVIRAGUS</span>
                           </span>
                        </td>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the names of Polydote and Cadwal, supposed sons to Morgan.</span>
                        </td>
                     </tr>
                  </table>
                  <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
                     <tr>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">
                              <span class="personname">PHILARIO, friend to Posthumus</span>
                              <span class="personname">IACHIMO, friend to Philario </span>
                           </span>
                        </td>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">Italians.</span>
                        </td>
                     </tr>
                  </table>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">CAIUS LUCIUS, general of the Roman forces.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">PISANIO, servant to Posthumus.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">CORNELIUS, a physician.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">A Roman Captain. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Two British Captains.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">A Frenchman, friend to Philario.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Two Lords of Cymbeline's court.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Two Gentlemen of the same.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Two Gaolers.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">QUEEN, wife to Cymbeline.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">IMOGEN, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">HELEN, a lady attending on Imogen.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, a Soothsayer, a Dutchman, a Spaniard, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Apparitions.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>SCENE  Britain; Rome.</p>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  The same. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  Rome. Philario's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE V.  Britain. A room in Cymbeline's palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE VI.  The same. Another room in the palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter two Gentlemen</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods</div>
                              <div class="line">No more obey the heavens than our courtiers</div>
                              <div class="line">Still seem as does the king.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">But what's the matter?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom</div>
                              <div class="line">He purposed to his wife's sole son--a widow</div>
                              <div class="line">That late he married--hath referr'd herself</div>
                              <div class="line">Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded;</div>
                              <div class="line">Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all</div>
                              <div class="line">Is outward sorrow; though I think the king</div>
                              <div class="line">Be touch'd at very heart.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">None but the king?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">He that hath lost her too; so is the queen,</div>
                              <div class="line">That most desired the match; but not a courtier,</div>
                              <div class="line">Although they wear their faces to the bent</div>
                              <div class="line">Of the king's look's, hath a heart that is not</div>
                              <div class="line">Glad at the thing they scowl at.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">And why so?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing</div>
                              <div class="line">Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her--</div>
                              <div class="line">I mean, that married her, alack, good man!</div>
                              <div class="line">And therefore banish'd--is a creature such</div>
                              <div class="line">As, to seek through the regions of the earth</div>
                              <div class="line">For one his like, there would be something failing</div>
                              <div class="line">In him that should compare. I do not think</div>
                              <div class="line">So fair an outward and such stuff within</div>
                              <div class="line">Endows a man but he.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">You speak him far.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">I do extend him, sir, within himself,</div>
                              <div class="line">Crush him together rather than unfold</div>
                              <div class="line">His measure duly.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">What's his name and birth?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">I cannot delve him to the root: his father</div>
                              <div class="line">Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour</div>
                              <div class="line">Against the Romans with Cassibelan,</div>
                              <div class="line">But had his titles by Tenantius whom</div>
                              <div class="line">He served with glory and admired success,</div>
                              <div class="line">So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus;</div>
                              <div class="line">And had, besides this gentleman in question,</div>
                              <div class="line">Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time</div>
                              <div class="line">Died with their swords in hand; for which</div>
                              <div class="line">their father,</div>
                              <div class="line">Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow</div>
                              <div class="line">That he quit being, and his gentle lady,</div>
                              <div class="line">Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased</div>
                              <div class="line">As he was born. The king he takes the babe</div>
                              <div class="line">To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,</div>
                              <div class="line">Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber,</div>
                              <div class="line">Puts to him all the learnings that his time</div>
                              <div class="line">Could make him the receiver of; which he took,</div>
                              <div class="line">As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">And in's spring became a harvest, lived in court--</div>
                              <div class="line">Which rare it is to do--most praised, most loved,</div>
                              <div class="line">A sample to the youngest, to the more mature</div>
                              <div class="line">A glass that feated them, and to the graver</div>
                              <div class="line">A child that guided dotards; to his mistress,</div>
                              <div class="line">For whom he now is banish'd, her own price</div>
                              <div class="line">Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;</div>
                              <div class="line">By her election may be truly read</div>
                              <div class="line">What kind of man he is.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">I honour him</div>
                              <div class="line">Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is she sole child to the king?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">His only child.</div>
                              <div class="line">He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing,</div>
                              <div class="line">Mark it: the eldest of them at three years old,</div>
                              <div class="line">I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery</div>
                              <div class="line">Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge</div>
                              <div class="line">Which way they went.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">How long is this ago?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">Some twenty years.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">That a king's children should be so convey'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">So slackly guarded, and the search so slow,</div>
                              <div class="line">That could not trace them!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">Howsoe'er 'tis strange,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet is it true, sir.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">I do well believe you.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">We must forbear: here comes the gentleman,</div>
                              <div class="line">The queen, and princess.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                        <p>Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and IMOGEN</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,</div>
                              <div class="line">After the slander of most stepmothers,</div>
                              <div class="line">Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but</div>
                              <div class="line">Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys</div>
                              <div class="line">That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,</div>
                              <div class="line">So soon as I can win the offended king,</div>
                              <div class="line">I will be known your advocate: marry, yet</div>
                              <div class="line">The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good</div>
                              <div class="line">You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience</div>
                              <div class="line">Your wisdom may inform you.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Please your highness,</div>
                              <div class="line">I will from hence to-day.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">You know the peril.</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying</div>
                              <div class="line">The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath charged you should not speak together.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">O</div>
                              <div class="line">Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant</div>
                              <div class="line">Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,</div>
                              <div class="line">I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing--</div>
                              <div class="line">Always reserved my holy duty--what</div>
                              <div class="line">His rage can do on me: you must be gone;</div>
                              <div class="line">And I shall here abide the hourly shot</div>
                              <div class="line">Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,</div>
                              <div class="line">But that there is this jewel in the world</div>
                              <div class="line">That I may see again.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                              <div class="line">My queen! my mistress!</div>
                              <div class="line">O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause</div>
                              <div class="line">To be suspected of more tenderness</div>
                              <div class="line">Than doth become a man. I will remain</div>
                              <div class="line">The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth:</div>
                              <div class="line">My residence in Rome at one Philario's,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who to my father was a friend, to me</div>
                              <div class="line">Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,</div>
                              <div class="line">Though ink be made of gall.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Re-enter QUEEN</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Be brief, I pray you:</div>
                              <div class="line">If the king come, I shall incur I know not</div>
                              <div class="line">How much of his displeasure.</div>
                              <p>Aside</p>
                              <div class="line">Yet I'll move him</div>
                              <div class="line">To walk this way: I never do him wrong,</div>
                              <div class="line">But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;</div>
                              <div class="line">Pays dear for my offences.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Should we be taking leave</div>
                              <div class="line">As long a term as yet we have to live,</div>
                              <div class="line">The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, stay a little:</div>
                              <div class="line">Were you but riding forth to air yourself,</div>
                              <div class="line">Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;</div>
                              <div class="line">This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;</div>
                              <div class="line">But keep it till you woo another wife,</div>
                              <div class="line">When Imogen is dead.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                              <div class="line">How, how! another?</div>
                              <div class="line">You gentle gods, give me but this I have,</div>
                              <div class="line">And sear up my embracements from a next</div>
                              <div class="line">With bonds of death!</div>
                              <p>Putting on the ring</p>
                              <div class="line">Remain, remain thou here</div>
                              <div class="line">While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest,</div>
                              <div class="line">As I my poor self did exchange for you,</div>
                              <div class="line">To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles</div>
                              <div class="line">I still win of you: for my sake wear this;</div>
                              <div class="line">It is a manacle of love; I'll place it</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon this fairest prisoner.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Putting a bracelet upon her arm</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">O the gods!</div>
                              <div class="line">When shall we see again?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter CYMBELINE and Lords</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                              <div class="line">Alack, the king!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight!</div>
                              <div class="line">If after this command thou fraught the court</div>
                              <div class="line">With thy unworthiness, thou diest: away!</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou'rt poison to my blood.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">POSTHUMUS LEONATUS</div>
                              <div class="line">The gods protect you!</div>
                              <div class="line">And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">There cannot be a pinch in death</div>
                              <div class="line">More sharp than this is.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                              <div class="line">O disloyal thing,</div>
                              <div class="line">That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st</div>
                              <div class="line">A year's age on me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">I beseech you, sir,</div>
                              <div class="line">Harm not yourself with your vexation</div>
                              <div class="line">I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare</div>
                              <div class="line">Subdues all pangs, all fears.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                              <div class="line">Past grace? obedience?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                              <div class="line">That mightst have had the sole son of my queen!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle,</div>
                              <div class="line">And did avoid a puttock.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne</div>
                              <div class="line">A seat for baseness.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">No; I rather added</div>
                              <div class="line">A lustre to it.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                              <div class="line">O thou vile one!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir,</div>
                              <div class="line">It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:</div>
                              <div class="line">You bred him as my playfellow, and he is</div>
                              <div class="line">A man worth any woman, overbuys me</div>
                              <div class="line">Almost the sum he pays.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                              <div class="line">What, art thou mad?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were</div>
                              <div class="line">A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus</div>
                              <div class="line">Our neighbour shepherd's son!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou foolish thing!</div>
                              <p>Re-enter QUEEN</p>
                              <div class="line">They were again together: you have done</div>
                              <div class="line">Not after our command. Away with her,</div>
                              <div class="line">And pen her up.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Beseech your patience. Peace,</div>
                              <div class="line">Dear lady daughter, peace! Sweet sovereign,</div>
                              <div class="line">Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort</div>
                              <div class="line">Out of your best advice.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CYMBELINE</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, let her languish</div>
                              <div class="line">A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,</div>
                              <div class="line">Die of this folly!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt CYMBELINE and Lords</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Fie! you must give way.</div>
                              <p>Enter PISANIO</p>
                              <div class="line">Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord your son drew on my master.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Ha!</div>
                              <div class="line">No harm, I trust, is done?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                              <div class="line">There might have been,</div>
                              <div class="line">But that my master rather play'd than fought</div>
                              <div class="line">And had no help of anger: they were parted</div>
                              <div class="line">By gentlemen at hand.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">I am very glad on't.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.</div>
                              <div class="line">To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!</div>
                              <div class="line">I would they were in Afric both together;</div>
                              <div class="line">Myself by with a needle, that I might prick</div>
                              <div class="line">The goer-back. Why came you from your master?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                              <div class="line">On his command: he would not suffer me</div>
                              <div class="line">To bring him to the haven; left these notes</div>
                              <div class="line">Of what commands I should be subject to,</div>
                              <div class="line">When 't pleased you to employ me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">This hath been</div>
                              <div class="line">Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour</div>
                              <div class="line">He will remain so.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                              <div class="line">I humbly thank your highness.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">QUEEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Pray, walk awhile.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">About some half-hour hence,</div>
                              <div class="line">I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least</div>
                              <div class="line">Go see my lord aboard: for this time leave me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.3">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>2. SCENE II.  The same. A public place.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter CLOTEN and two Lords</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the</div>
                              <div class="line">violence of action hath made you reek as a</div>
                              <div class="line">sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in:</div>
                              <div class="line">there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                              <div class="line">If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be</div>
                              <div class="line">not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  His steel was in debt; it went o' the</div>
                              <div class="line">backside the town.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                              <div class="line">The villain would not stand me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but</div>
                              <div class="line">he added to your having; gave you some ground.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                              <div class="line">I would they had not come between us.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  So would I, till you had measured how long</div>
                              <div class="line">a fool you were upon the ground.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                              <div class="line">And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  If it be a sin to make a true election, she</div>
                              <div class="line">is damned.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain</div>
                              <div class="line">go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen</div>
                              <div class="line">small reflection of her wit.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  She shines not upon fools, lest the</div>
                              <div class="line">reflection should hurt her.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some</div>
                              <div class="line">hurt done!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside</span>  I wish not so; unless it had been the fall</div>
                              <div class="line">of an ass, which is no great hurt.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                              <div class="line">You'll go with us?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll attend your lordship.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CLOTEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, come, let's go together.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Lord</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, my lord.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.4">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>3. SCENE III.  A room in Cymbeline's palace.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven,</div>
                              <div class="line">And question'dst every sail: if he should write</div>
                              <div class="line">And not have it, 'twere a paper lost,</div>
                              <div class="line">As offer'd mercy is. What was the last</div>
                              <div class="line">That he spake to thee?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                              <div class="line">It was his queen, his queen!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Then waved his handkerchief?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                              <div class="line">And kiss'd it, madam.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Senseless Linen! happier therein than I!</div>
                              <div class="line">And that was all?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                              <div class="line">No, madam; for so long</div>
                              <div class="line">As he could make me with this eye or ear</div>
                              <div class="line">Distinguish him from others, he did keep</div>
                              <div class="line">The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,</div>
                              <div class="line">Still waving, as the fits and stirs of 's mind</div>
                              <div class="line">Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,</div>
                              <div class="line">How swift his ship.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou shouldst have made him</div>
                              <div class="line">As little as a crow, or less, ere left</div>
                              <div class="line">To after-eye him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, so I did.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but</div>
                              <div class="line">To look upon him, till the diminution</div>
                              <div class="line">Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from</div>
                              <div class="line">The smallness of a gnat to air, and then</div>
                              <div class="line">Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Pisanio,</div>
                              <div class="line">When shall we hear from him?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Be assured, madam,</div>
                              <div class="line">With his next vantage.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">I did not take my leave of him, but had</div>
                              <div class="line">Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him</div>
                              <div class="line">How I would think on him at certain hours</div>
                              <div class="line">Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear</div>
                              <div class="line">The shes of Italy should not betray</div>
                              <div class="line">Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him,</div>
                              <div class="line">At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,</div>
                              <div class="line">To encounter me with orisons, for then</div>
                              <div class="line">I am in heaven for him; or ere I could</div>
                              <div class="line">Give him that parting kiss which I had set</div>
                              <div class="line">Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father</div>
                              <div class="line">And like the tyrannous breathing of the north</div>
                              <div class="line">Shakes all our buds from growing.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter a Lady</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lady</div>
                              <div class="line">The queen, madam,</div>
                              <div class="line">Desires your highness' company.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IMOGEN</div>
                              <div class="line">Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd.</div>
                              <div class="line">I will attend the queen.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PISANIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, I shall.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.5">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Rome. Philario's house.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a Frenchman, a
Dutchman, and a Spaniard</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                              <div class="line">Believe it, sir, I have seen him in Britain: he was</div>
                              <div class="line">then of a crescent note, expected to prove so worthy</div>
                              <div class="line">as since he hath been allowed the name of; but I</div>
                              <div class="line">could then have looked on him without the help of</div>
                              <div class="line">admiration, though the catalogue of his endowments</div>
                              <div class="line">had been tabled by his side and I to peruse him by items.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PHILARIO</div>
                              <div class="line">You speak of him when he was less furnished than now</div>
                              <div class="line">he is with that which makes him both without and within.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Frenchman</div>
                              <div class="line">I have seen him in France: we had very many there</div>
                              <div class="line">could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                              <div class="line">This matter of marrying his king's daughter, wherein</div>
                              <div class="line">he must be weighed rather by her value than his own,</div>
                              <div class="line">words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Frenchman</div>
                              <div class="line">And then his banishment.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">IACHIMO</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, and the approbation of those that weep this</div>
                              <div class="line">lamentable divorce under her colours are wonderfully</div>
                              <div class="line">to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment,</div>
                              <div class="line">which else an easy battery might lay flat, for</div>
                              <div class="line">taking a beggar without less quality. But how comes</div>
                              <div class="line">it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps</div>
                              <div class="line">acquaintance?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div