cymbeline(辛白林)-第2节
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POSTHUMUS。 The gods protect you； And bless the good remainders of
the court！ I am gone。 Exit
IMOGEN。 There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is。
CYMBELINE。 O disloyal thing； That shouldst repair my youth； thou
heap'st A year's age on me！ IMOGEN。 I beseech you； sir； Harm not
yourself with your vexation。 I am senseless of your wrath； a touch more
rare Subdues all pangs； all fears。 CYMBELINE。 Past grace？ obedience？
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CYMBELINE
IMOGEN。 Past hope； and in despair； that way past grace。 CYMBELINE。
That mightst have had the sole son of my queen！ IMOGEN。 O blessed that
I might not！ I chose an eagle； And did avoid a puttock。 CYMBELINE。
Thou took'st a beggar； wouldst have made my throne A seat for baseness。
IMOGEN。 No； I rather added A lustre to it。 CYMBELINE。 O thou vile one！
IMOGEN。 Sir； It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus。 You bred him
as my playfellow； and he is A man worth any woman； overbuys me Almost
the sum he pays。 CYMBELINE。 What； art thou mad？ IMOGEN。 Almost；
sir。 Heaven restore me！ Would I were A neat…herd's daughter； and my
Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son！
Re…enter QUEEN
CYMBELINE。 Thou foolish thing！ ＇To the QUEEN＇ They were
again together。 You have done Not after our command。 Away with her；
And pen her up。 QUEEN。 Beseech your patience。… Peace； Dear lady
daughter； peace！… Sweet sovereign； Leave us to ourselves； and make
yourself some comfort Out of your best advice。 CYMBELINE。 Nay； let
her languish A drop of blood a day and； being aged； Die of this folly。 Exit；
with LORDS
Enter PISANIO
QUEEN。 Fie！ you must give way。 Here is your servant。 How now； sir！
What news？ PISANIO。 My lord your son drew on my master。 QUEEN。
Ha！ No harm； I trust； is done？ PISANIO。 There might have been； But that
my master rather play'd than fought； And had no help of anger； they were
parted By gentlemen at hand。 QUEEN。 I am very glad on't。 IMOGEN。
Your son's my father's friend； he takes his part To draw upon an exile！ O
brave sir！ I would they were in Afric both together； Myself by with a
needle； that I might prick The goer…back。 Why came you from your master？
PISANIO。 On his command。 He would not suffer me To bring him to the
haven； left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to； When't
pleas'd you to employ me。 QUEEN。 This hath been Your faithful servant。 I
dare lay mine honour He will remain so。 PISANIO。 I humbly thank your
Highness。 QUEEN。 Pray walk awhile。 IMOGEN。 About some half…hour
hence； Pray you speak with me。 You shall at least Go see my lord aboard。
For this time leave me。 Exeunt
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CYMBELINE
SCENE II。 Britain。 A public place
Enter CLOTEN and two LORDS
FIRST LORD。 Sir； I would advise you to shift a shirt； the violence of
action hath made you reek as a sacrifice。 Where air comes out； air comes
in； there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent。 CLOTEN。 If my
shirt were bloody； then to shift it。 Have I hurt him？ SECOND LORD。
＇Aside＇ No； faith； not so much as his patience。 FIRST LORD。 Hurt him！
His body's a passable carcass if he be not hurt。 It is a throughfare for steel
if it be not hurt。 SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇ His steel was in debt； it went o'
th' back side the town。 CLOTEN。 The villain would not stand me。
SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇ No； but he fled forward still； toward your face。
FIRST LORD。 Stand you？ You have land enough of your own； but he
added to your having； gave you some ground。 SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇
As many inches as you have oceans。 Puppies！ CLOTEN。 I would they had
not come between us。 SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇ So would I； till you had
measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground。 CLOTEN。 And that
she should love this fellow； and refuse me！ SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇ If it
be a sin to make a true election； she is damn'd。 FIRST LORD。 Sir； as I told
you always； her beauty and her brain go not together； she's a good sign；
but I have seen small reflection of her wit。 SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇ She
shines not upon fools； lest the reflection should hurt her。 CLOTEN。 Come；
I'll to my chamber。 Would there had been some hurt done！ SECOND
LORD。 ＇Aside＇ I wish not so； unless it had been the fall of an ass； which is
no great hurt。 CLOTEN。 You'll go with us？ FIRST LORD。 I'll attend your
lordship。 CLOTEN。 Nay； come； let's go together。 SECOND LORD。 Well；
my lord。 Exeunt
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CYMBELINE
SCENE III。 Britain。 CYMBELINE'S palace
Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO
IMOGEN。 I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' th' haven； And
questioned'st every sail； if he should write； And I not have it； 'twere a
paper lost； As offer'd mercy is。 What was the last That he spake to thee？
PISANIO。 It was： his queen； his queen！ IMOGEN。 Then wav'd his
handkerchief？ PISANIO。 And kiss'd it； madam。 IMOGEN。 Senseless linen；
happier therein than I！ And that was all？ PISANIO。 No； madam； for so
long As he could make me with his eye； or care Distinguish him from
others； he did keep The deck； with glove； or hat； or handkerchief； Still
waving； as the fits and stirs of's mind Could best express how slow his
soul sail'd on； How swift his ship。 IMOGEN。 Thou shouldst have made
him As little as a crow； or less； ere left To after…eye him。 PISANIO。
Madam； so I did。 IMOGEN。 I would have broke mine eyestrings； crack'd
them but To look upon him； till the diminution Of space had pointed him
sharp as my needle； Nay； followed him till he had melted from The
smallness of a gnat to air； and then Have turn'd mine eye and wept。 But；
good Pisanio； When shall we hear from him？ PISANIO。 Be assur'd；
madam； With his next vantage。 IMOGEN。 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 The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest and his honour； or
have charg'd him； At the sixth hour of morn； at noon； at midnight； T'
encounter me with orisons； for then I am in heaven for him； or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words；
comes in my father； And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes
all our buds from growing。
Enter a LADY
LADY。 The Queen； madam； Desires your Highness' company。
IMOGEN。 Those things I bid you do； get them dispatch'd。 I will attend the
Queen。 PISANIO。 Madam； I shall。 Exeunt
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SCENE IV。 Rome。 PHILARIO'S house
Enter PHILARIO； IACHIMO； a FRENCHMAN； a DUTCHMAN； and
a SPANIARD
IACHIMO。 Believe it； sir； I have seen him in Britain。 He was then of
a crescent note； expected to prove so worthy as since he hath been allowed
the name of。 But I could then have look'd on him without the help of
admiration； though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by
his side； and I to peruse him by items。 PHILARIO。 You speak of him when
he was less furnish'd than now he is with that which makes him both
without and within。 FRENCHMAN。 I have seen him in France； we had
very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he。 IACHIMO。
This matter of marrying his king's daughter； wherein he must be weighed
rather by her value than his own； words him； I doubt not； a great deal from
the matter。 FRENCHMAN。 And then his banishment。 IACHIMO。 Ay； and
the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her
colours are wonderfully to extend him； be it but to fortify her judgment；
which else an easy battery might lay flat； for taking a beggar； without less
quality。 But how comes it he is to sojourn with you？ How creeps
acquaintance？
