
Cymbeline
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- 2014
- 98 min
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(0.00 / 0 votes)My poor boy.
Look here, love.
This ring was my mother's.
Take it, heart.
But keep it till you woo another wife,
when Imogen is dead.
How?
How another? Give me but this.
I have.
Remain.
Remain thou here,
while sense can keep it on.
For my sake...
wear this.
Thou basest thing,
avoid hence, from my sight.
If after this command thou fraught
the court with thy unworthiness,
thou diest.
Away.
Thou art poison to my blood.
Disloyal thing
that shouldst repair my youth,
thou heapst a year's age on me.
- I chose an eagle.
- Thou took'st a beggar,
wouldst have made my throne
a seat of baseness.
It is your fault
that I have loved Posthumus.
You bred him as my playfellow.
What, art thou mad?
Almost.
Thou foolish thing.
They were again together.
You have not done after our command.
Away with her and pen her up.
Leave us to ourselves,
and make yourself some comfort
out of your best advice.
Let her languish a drop of blood a day,
and, being aged, die of this folly.
No,
be assured you shall not find me,
after the slander of most stepmothers,
evil-eyed unto you.
You are my prisoner,
but the jailer
shall deliver you the key.
That she should love
She is damned.
Her brains and her beauty
go not together.
She shines not upon fools.
He hath been your faithful servant.
I dare lay my honor he will remain so.
I beseech you,
be better known to this gentleman, whom
I commend to you as a noble friend of mine.
- His father and I were soldiers together.
- Sir, we have known each other in Orleans.
By your pardon,
I was then a young traveler.
But upon my mended judgment,
if I offend not to say it is mended,
my quarrel was not altogether slight.
Can we with manners
ask what was the difference?
Safely, I think.
It was a contention in public.
Where each of us fell in praise
of our country mistresses,
this gentlemen at that time vouching...
And upon warrant
of bloody affirmation...
His to be more fair, virtuous, wise,
chaste, constant, qualified, and...
less attemptable than any
of the rarest of the ladies in France.
That lady is not now living,
or that gentleman's opinion by this worn out.
and I my mind.
If she went before others I have seen,
as that diamond of yours outlusters
many I have beheld,
I could not but believe
she excelled many.
But I have not seen the most precious
diamond that is, nor you the lady.
So do I my stone.
What do you esteem it at?
More than the world enjoys.
Your mistress is now either dead
or out-prized by a trifle.
You are mistaken.
The ring may be sold or given.
The other is not a thing for sale,
and only a gift of the gods.
Which the gods have given you?
Which, by their graces, I will keep.
You may wear her in title yours,
but you know strange fowl
light on neighboring ponds.
Let us leave here, gentleman.
No, no, no.
I dare pawn my estate to your ring,
which in my opinion
overvalues it something.
But I make my wager rather
against your confidence
than her reputation.
What lady would you choose to assail?
Yours, whom in constancy
you think so safe.
I lay ten thousand to your ring
that, commend me to the court
where your lady is,
with no more advantage than opportunity
for a second conference,
and I will take that honor of hers
from thence which you imagine so reserved.
Even if you buy ladies' flesh
at a million a dram,
you cannot prevent it from tainting.
I dare you to this match.
Here is my ring.
If I bring you no sufficient testimony
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