THE TRAGEDIE OF CYMBELINE
THE TRAGEDIE OF CYMBELINE
Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
Enter two Gentlemen.
1.Gent. You do not meet a man but Frownes.
Our bloods no more obey the Heauens
Then our Courtiers:
Still seeme as do's the Kings
2 Gent. But what's the matter?
1. His daughter and the heire of's kingdome (whom
He purpos'd to his wiues sole Sonne a Widdow
That late he married) hath referr'd her selfe
Vnto a poore but worthy Gentleman. She's wedded
Her Husband banish'd; she imprison'd all
Is outward sorrow though I thinke the King
Be touch'd at very heart
2 None but the King?
1 He that hath lost her too: so is the Queene
That most desir'd the Match. But not a Courtier
Although they weare their faces to the bent
Of the Kings lookes hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowle at
2 And why so?
1 He that hath miss'd the Princesse is a thing
Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her
(I meane that married her alacke good man
And therefore banish'd) is a Creature such
As to seeke through the Regions of the Earth
For one his like; there would be something failing
In him that should compare. I do not thinke
So faire an Outward and such stuffe Within
Endowes a man but hee
2 You speake him farre
1 I do extend him (Sir) within himselfe
Crush him together rather then vnfold
His measure duly
2 What's his name and Birth?
1 I cannot delue him to the roote: His Father
Was call'd Sicillius who did ioyne his Honor
Against the Romanes with Cassibulan
But had his Titles by Tenantius whom
He seru'd with Glory and admir'd Successe:
So gain'd the Sur-addition Leonatus.
And had (besides this Gentleman in question)
Two other Sonnes who in the Warres o'th' time
Dy'de with their Swords in hand. For which their Father
Then old and fond of yssue tooke such sorrow
That he quit Being; and his gentle Lady
Bigge of this Gentleman (our Theame) deceast
As he was borne. The King he takes the Babe
To his protection cals him Posthumus Leonatus
Breedes him and makes him of his Bed-chamber
Puts to him all the Learnings that his time
Could make him the receiuer of which he tooke
As we do ayre fast as 'twas ministred
And in's Spring became a Haruest: Liu'd in Court
(Which rare it is to do) most prais'd most lou'd
A sample to the yongest: to th' more Mature
A glasse that feated them: and to the grauer
A Childe that guided Dotards. To his Mistris
(For whom he now is banish'd) her owne price
Proclaimes how she esteem'd him; and his Vertue
By her electio[n] may be truly read what kind of man he is
2 I honor him euen out of your report.
But pray you tell me is she sole childe to'th' King?
1 His onely childe:
He had two Sonnes (if this be worth your hearing
Marke it) the eldest of them at three yeares old
I'th' swathing cloathes the other from their Nursery
Were stolne and to this houre no ghesse in knowledge
Which way they went
2 How long is this ago?
1 Some twenty yeares
2 That a Kings Children should be so conuey'd
So slackely guarded and the search so slow
That could not trace them
1 Howsoere 'tis strange
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at:
Yet is it true Sir
2 I do well beleeue you
1 We must forbeare. Heere comes the Gentleman
The Queene and Princesse.
Enter the Queene Posthumus and Imogen.
Qu. No be assur'd you shall not finde me (Daughter)
After the slander of most Step-Mothers
Euill-ey'd vnto you. You're my Prisoner but
Your Gaoler shall deliuer you the keyes
That locke vp your restraint. For you Posthumus
So soone as I can win th' offended King
I will be knowne your Aduocate: marry yet
The fire of Rage is in him and 'twere good
You lean'd vnto his Sentence with what patience
Your wisedome may informe you
Post. 'Please your Highnesse
I will from hence to day
Qu. You know the perill:
Ile fetch a turne about the Garden pittying