cymbeline(辛白林)-第19节
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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 With
dignities becoming your estates。
Enter CORNELIUS and LADIES
There's business in these faces。 Why so sadly Greet you our victory？
You look like Romans； And not o' th' court of Britain。 CORNELIUS。 Hail；
great King！ To sour your happiness I must report The Queen is dead。
CYMBELINE。 Who worse than a physician Would this report become？
But I consider By med'cine life may be prolong'd； yet death Will seize the
doctor too。 How ended she？ CORNELIUS。 With horror； madly dying； like
her life； Which； being cruel to the world； concluded Most cruel to herself。
What she confess'd I will report； so please you； these her women Can trip
me if I err； who with wet cheeks Were present when she finish'd。
CYMBELINE。 Prithee say。 CORNELIUS。 First； she confess'd she never
lov'd you； only Affected greatness got by you； not you； Married your
royalty； was wife to your place； Abhorr'd your person。 CYMBELINE。 She
alone knew this； And but she spoke it dying； I would not Believe her lips
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in opening it。 Proceed。 CORNELIUS。 Your daughter； whom she bore in
hand to love With such integrity； she did confess Was as a scorpion to her
sight； whose life； But that her flight prevented it； she had Ta'en off by
poison。 CYMBELINE。 O most delicate fiend！ Who is't can read a woman？
Is there more？ CORNELIUS。 More； sir； and worse。 She did confess she
had For you a mortal mineral； which； being took； Should by the minute
feed on life； and ling'ring； By inches waste you。 In which time she
purpos'd； By watching； weeping； tendance； kissing； to O'ercome you with
her show； and in time； When she had fitted you with her craft； to work Her
son into th' adoption of the crown； But failing of her end by his strange
absence； Grew shameless…desperate； open'd； in despite Of heaven and men；
her purposes； repented The evils she hatch'd were not effected； so；
Despairing； died。 CYMBELINE。 Heard you all this； her women？ LADY。
We did； so please your Highness。 CYMBELINE。 Mine eyes Were not in
fault； for she was beautiful； Mine ears； that heard her flattery； nor my heart
That thought her like her seeming。 It had been vicious To have mistrusted
her； yet； O my daughter！ That it was folly in me thou mayst say； And
prove it in thy feeling。 Heaven mend all！
Enter LUCIUS； IACHIMO； the SOOTHSAYER； and other Roman
prisoners； guarded； POSTHUMUS behind； and IMOGEN
Thou com'st not； Caius； now for tribute； that The Britons have raz'd
out； though with the loss Of many a bold one； whose kinsmen have made
suit That
