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and in Our temple was he married。 Rise and fade！ He shall be lord of Lady
Imogen； And happier much by his affliction made。 This tablet lay upon his
breast； wherein Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine； And so； away；
no farther with your din Express impatience； lest you stir up mine。 Mount；
eagle； to my palace crystalline。 ＇Ascends＇ SICILIUS。 He came in thunder；
his celestial breath Was sulpherous to smell； the holy eagle Stoop'd as to
foot us。 His ascension is More sweet than our blest fields。 His royal bird
Prunes the immortal wing； and cloys his beak； As when his god is pleas'd。
ALL。 Thanks； Jupiter！ SICILIUS。 The marble pavement closes； he is
enter'd His radiant roof。 Away！ and； to be blest； Let us with care perform
his great behest。 ＇GHOSTS vanish＇
POSTHUMUS。 ＇Waking＇ Sleep； thou has been a grandsire and begot
A father to me； and thou hast created A mother and two brothers。 But； O
scorn； Gone！ They went hence so soon as they were born。 And so I am
awake。 Poor wretches； that depend On greatness' favour； dream as I have
done； Wake and find nothing。 But； alas； I swerve； Many dream not to find；
neither deserve； And yet are steep'd in favours； so am I； That have this
golden chance； and know not why。 What fairies haunt this ground？ A book？
O rare one！ Be not； as is our fangled world； a garment Nobler than that it
covers。 Let thy effects So follow to be most unlike our courtiers； As good
as promise。
＇Reads＇ 'When as a lion's whelp shall； to himself unknown； without
seeking find； and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air； and when from a
stately cedar shall be lopp'd branches which； being dead many years； shall
after revive； be jointed to the old stock； and freshly grow； then shall
Posthumus end his miseries； Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and
plenty。'
'Tis still a dream； or else such stuff as madmen Tongue； and brain not；
either both or nothing； Or senseless speaking； or a speaking such As sense
cannot untie。 Be what it is； The action of my life is like it； which I'll keep；
if but for sympathy。
Re…enter GAOLER
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GAOLER。 Come； sir； are you ready for death？ POSTHUMUS。 Over…
roasted rather； ready long ago。 GAOLER。 Hanging is the word； sir； if you
be ready for that； you are well cook'd。 POSTHUMUS。 So； if I prove a
good repast to the spectators； the dish pays the shot。 GAOLER。 A heavy
reckoning for you； sir。 But the comfort is； you shall be called to no more
payments； fear no more tavern bills； which are often the sadness of parting；
as the procuring of mirth。 You come in faint for want of meat； depart
reeling with too much drink； sorry that you have paid too much； and sorry
that you are paid too much； purse and brain both empty； the brain the
heavier for being too light； the purse too light； being drawn of heaviness。
O； of this contradiction you shall now be quit。 O； the charity of a penny
cord！ It sums up thousands in a trice。 You have no true debitor and creditor
but it； of what's past； is； and to come； the discharge。 Your neck； sir； is pen；
book； and counters； so the acquittance follows。 POSTHUMUS。 I am
merrier to die than thou art to live。 GAOLER。 Indeed； sir； he that sleeps
feels not the toothache。 But a man that were to sleep your sleep； and a
hangman to help him to bed； I think he would change places with his
officer； for look you； sir； you know not which way you shall go。
POSTHUMUS。 Yes indeed do I； fellow。 GAOLER。 Your death has eyes
in's head； then； I have not seen him so pictur'd。 You must either be directed
by some that take upon them to know； or to take upon yourself that which
I am sure you do not know； or jump the after…inquiry on your own peril。
And how you shall speed in your journey's end； I think you'll never return
to tell one。 POSTHUMUS。 I tell thee； fellow； there are none want eyes to
direct them the way I am going； but such as wink and will not use them。
GAOLER。 What an infinite mock is this； that a man should have the best
use of eyes to see the way of blindness！ I am sure hanging's the way of
winking。
Enter a MESSENGER
MESSENGER。 Knock off his manacles； bring your prisoner to the
King。 POSTHUMUS。 Thou bring'st good news： I am call'd to be made
free。 GAOLER。 I'll be hang'd then。 POSTHUMUS。 Thou shalt be then
freer than a gaoler； no bolts for the dead。 Exeunt POSTHUMUS and
MESSENGER GAOLER。 Unless a man would marry a gallows and beget
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young gibbets； I never saw one so prone。 Yet； on my conscience； there are
verier knaves desire to live； for all he be a Roman； and there be some of
them too that die against their wills； so should I； if I were one。 I would we
were all of one mind； and one mind good。 O； there were desolation of
gaolers and gallowses！ I speak against my present profit； but my wish hath
a preferment in't。 Exit
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SCENE V。 Britain。 CYMBELINE'S tent
Enter CYMBELINE； BELARIUS； GUIDERIUS； ARVIRAGUS；
PISANIO； LORDS； OFFICERS； and attendants
CYMBELINE。 Stand by my side； you whom the gods have made
Preservers of my throne。 Woe is my heart That the poor soldier that so
richly fought； Whose rags sham'd gilded arms； whose naked breast Stepp'd
before targes of proof； cannot be found。 He shall be happy that can find
him； if Our grace can make him so。 BELARIUS。 I never saw Such noble
fury in so poor a thing； Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought
But beggary and poor looks。 CYMBELINE。 No tidings of him？ PISANIO。
He hath been search'd among the dead and living； But no trace of him。
CYMBELINE。 To my grief； I am The heir of his reward； ＇To BELARIUS；
GUIDERIUS； and ARVIRAGUS＇ which I will add To you； the liver； heart；
and brain； of Britain； By whom I grant she lives。 'Tis now the time To ask
of whence you are。 Report it。 BELARIUS。 Sir； In Cambria are we born；
and gentlemen； Further to boast were neither true nor modest； Unless I add
we are honest。 CYMBELINE。 Bow your knees。 Arise my knights o' th'
battle； I create you Companions to our person； and will fit you Wit