Cymbeline Page #2

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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

as might well poison poison.

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.

The king my father shall be

made acquainted of thy assault.

And if he shall think it fit

a saucy stranger in his court

to expound his beastly mind to us,

then he hath a court he little cares for

and a daughter

who he not respects at all.

Give me your pardon.

I... I spoke this to know

if your affiance were deeply rooted,

and shall make your Lord

that which he is, new o'er.

He is...

one of the truest mannered, he...

Such a holy witch

as might enchants societies unto him.

Half all men's hearts are his.

He sits among men like a descended God.

He hath a... a kind of honor about him,

sets him off more than a mortal seeming.

Be not angry, most mighty princess,

that I have adventured

your taking of a false report.

The love I bear him

made me to fan you thus.

But the gods made you,

unlike all the others.

Pray, your pardon.

All's well, sir.

Take my power in the court of yours.

I had but...

I almost forgot...

What is it?

Some dozen of us and your Lord,

the best feather in our wing,

have mingled sums to buy a present.

And I am somewhat curious

to have safe storage.

May it please you

to take it in protection?

For this night only.

I must aboard tomorrow.

Willingly.

Oh, the gentlemen are talking

And the midnight moon

is on the riverside

They're drinking up

And walking

And it is time

For me to slide

I live in another world

Where life and death are memorized

Where the earth is strung

With lovers' pearls

And all I see

Are dark eyes

I do not like her.

She doth think she has strange,

lingering poisons.

I do know her spirit, and will not trust

one of her malice.

With a drug of such damned nature.

But I feel nothing

For their game

Where beauty goes unrecognized

All I feel is heat and flame

And all I see

Are dark eyes

The French girl, she's in paradise

And a drunken man is at the wheel

Hunger pays

A heavy price

To the fallen gods

Of speed and steel

The time is short

And the days are sweet

And passion rules

The arrow that flies

A million faces

At my feet

But all I see

Are dark

Eyes

The crickets sing,

and man's over-labored sense

repairs itself by rest.

Our tarquin thus

did softly press the rushes,

ere he wakened

the chastity he wounded.

How bravely thou becomest

thy bed, fresh lily,

and whiter than the sheets,

that I might touch.

But kiss; one kiss.

Mmm...

But my design,

come off... come off...

On her left breast,

a mole cinque-spotted,

like the crimson drops

in the bottom of a cowslip:

Here's a voucher,

stronger than ever law could make:

This secret will force him

think I have pick'd the lock

and taken the treasure.

No more.

To what end?

I have enough.

I live in fear.

Though this a heavenly angel...

Hell is here.

I do think I saw it this morning.

Confident I am.

Last night 'twas on mine arm.

I kissed it.

Twill not be lost.

Good morrow, fairest...

Sister. Your sweet hand.

Still I swear I love you.

I pray you, spare me.

I will unfold equal discourtesy

to your best kindness.

- To leave you in your madness 'twere my sin.

- Stop!

I shall not.

Fools cure not mad folks.

Your lady is one of the fairest

I have looked upon.

For you.

Was caius Lucius in the court

when you were there?

He was expected, but not approached.

I'll make a journey twice as far

to enjoy a second night

of such sweet shortness which was mine.

For the ring is won.

Your lady being so easy.

If you can make it apparent

that you have tasted her in bed,

my hand and ring are yours.

If not, the foul opinion

you had of her pure honor

gains or loses, your sword or mine.

First, her bedchamber,

where I confess I slept not,

but profess had that...

which was well worth watching.

Let it be granted

you have seen all this,

the description of what is in her chamber

nothing saves the wager you have laid.

See.

This must be married to your diamond.

Let me behold it.

Is it that which I left with her?

She gave it me,

she said she prized it once.

Maybe she plucked it off to send to me.

She writes you so, doth she?

No.

'Tis true.

Here.

Take this too.

It kills me to look on it.

Let there be no...

honor

where semblance, truth,

where beauty, love,

where there's another man.

The vows of women...

Take your ring again.

'Tis not yet won.

It may be probable that she has lost it

or, who knows,

if one of her women, being corrupted,

hath stolen it from her.

It's very true.

She would not lose it.

All of her attendants

are sworn and honorable.

They induced to steal it,

and by a stranger?

No!

He hath enjoyed her. She hath bought

the name of whore thus dearly.

If you desire further satisfaction,

under her breast, worthy the pressing,

lies there a mole, right proud

of that most delicate lodging.

By my life I swear...

I kissed it,

and though full it gave me

present hunger to feed again.

Do you do remember this stain upon her?

Ay.

And it doth confirm another stain

- as big as hell can hold.

- Shall you hear more?

O,

that I had her here,

to tear her limbmeal.

I will go there, then do it

in the court before her father!

From Posthumus.

"Justice and your father's wrath,

should he take me in his dominion,

could not be so cruel to me as you,

o dearest of creatures,

would even renew me with your eyes.

Take notice that I am at Milford Haven.

What your own love will out

of this advise you, follow.

So he wishes you all happiness,

that remains loyal to his vow,

and your increasing love."

O, for a horse with wings!

Hear'st thou? He is at Milford Haven.

Read, and tell me how far it is.

And how may we steal from hence,

and for the gap and our return, to excuse.

But first, how get hence?

Speak. How many miles?

Twenty miles 'twixt sun and sun, madam.

It's enough for you and too much too.

We have seen nothing; we are beastly.

How you speak.

O boys, this story the world

may read in me:

My body's marked with Roman swords.

My report was once first

with the best of note:

Cymbeline loved me,

and when a soldier was the theme,

my name was not far off:

Then was I as a tree.

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