Cymbeline Page #2
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Our subjects, sir,
will not endure his yoke,
and for ourself to show
less sovereignty than they
must needs appear un-kinglike.
Receive it from me, then:
War and confusion.
Fury not to be resisted.
The event is yet to name the winner.
Fare thee well.
We will nothing pay
for wearing our noses.
He goes hence frowning,
but it honors us
that we have given him cause.
O, that husband,
comes from my Lord with letters.
The worthy Posthumus is in safety
and greets your highness dearly.
Thanks, good sir.
You're kindly welcome.
- His health, beseech you?
- Well, madam.
Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is.
There's none a stranger there
so merry and so gamesome.
He is called the reveler.
When he was here
he did incline to sadness,
I never saw him sad.
You look on me.
in me deserves your pity?
Lamentable.
Why do you pity me?
That others do.
I was about to say, enjoy...
but it is an office of the gods
to avenge it, not mine to speak on it.
You do seem to know something of me,
or what concerns me.
Pray you, since fearing things go ill
often hurts more
than to be sure they do,
for certainties are either
past remedies or timely knowing,
the remedy then born, just...
discover to me
what you both spur and stop.
Had I this cheek to bathe my lips upon;
This hand, whose touch,
whose every touch,
Would force the feeler's soul
to the oath of loyalty;
this object which takes prisoner
the wild motions of mine eye,
and fixes it only here,
should I, damned then,
slaver with lips as common as stairs
that mount the capital,
it were fit all the plagues of hell
should at one time
encounter such revolt.
O dearest soul, thy cause doth strike
my heart with a pity that makes me sick.
A lady, so fair,
and fastened to an empery
that would the greatest king double,
to be partnered with... with tomboys...
diseased ventures
and such boiled stuff
Be revenged,
or she that bore you was no queen,
and you recoil from your great stock.
Revenged?
How should I be revenged?
If this be true,
how should I be revenged?
I dedicate myself
to your sweet pleasure.
More noble than that renegade
from your bed.
And will continue fast to your affection
still close as sure.
Let me my service tender
on your lips.
I do condemn mine ears
that hath attended thee so long.
Pisanio.
made acquainted of thy assault.
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