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Well believe this,
A Sister pleading for a Brother's Life. Isab. So you must be the first, that gives this sentence; And he, that suffers : 0, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. . Could great men thunder, As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.Merciful Heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Splitt’st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle.—0, but man, proud man! Dressed in a little brief authority; Most ignorant of what he's most assured, His glassy essence,-like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven, As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Fear of Death.
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
Posthumus, Husband to IMOGEN, Daughter of CYMBELINE, King of
Britain, is banished to Italy.
Imogen and PISANIO.
Imogen. I would have broke mine eye-strings, cracked
Pisanio. Be assured, madam,
Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say; ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours,
Such thoughts, and such ; or I could make him swear
Iachimo, an Italian, having a wager with Posthumus touching Imo
GEN's chastity, is concealed in a trunk in Imogen's chamber.
Imogen, reading in her bed; a Lady attending.
Imo. I have read three hours then : mine eyes are weak :
leave it burning;
[Sleeps. Iachimo (from the trunk]. The crickets sing, and
man's o'er-laboured sense
How dearly they do't !-'Tis her breathing that
her! And be her sense but as a monument, Thus in a chapel lying !--come off, come off ;
[Taking off her bracelet. As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard ! 'Tis mine, and this will witness outwardly, As strongly as the conscience does within, To the madding of her lord. On her left breast A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I'the bottom of a cowslip: Here's a voucher, Stronger than ever law could make: this secret Will force him think I have picked the lock, and ta’en The treasure of her honour. No more.—To what end ? Why should I write this down, that's riveted, Screwed to my memory? She hath been reading late The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turned down, Where Philomel gave up ;-I have enough: To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it. Swift, swift, you dragons of the night!-that dawning
May bare the raven's eye: I lodge in fear;
POSTHUMUS, convinced of IMOGEN’s perfidy, orders his Servant Pisanio
to slay her.
PISANIO and IMOGEN. Imo. Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the
place Was near at hand :-ne’er longed my mother so To see me first, as I have now:- -Pisanio! Man ! Where is Posthumus ? What is in thy mind, That makes thee stare thus ? Wherefore breaks that sigh From the inward of thee? One, but painted thus, Would be interpreted a thing perplexed Beyond self-explication : put thyself Into a 'haviour of less fear, ere wildness Vanquish my staider senses. What's the matter? Why tender’st thou that paper to me, with A look untender? If it be summer news, Smile to’t before: if winterly, thou need'st But keep that countenance still.—My husband's hand ! That drug-damned Italy hath out-craftied him, And he's at some hard point.--Speak, man; thy tongue May take off some extremity, which to read Would be even mortal to me.
Pis. Please you, read; And you
shall find me, wretched man, a thing The most disdained of fortune.
Imo. (Reads.) Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played false to my bed : the testimonies whereof lie bleeding in me. I speak not out of weak surmises; from proof as strong as my grief, and as certain as I expect