cymbeline(辛白林)-第7节
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employ you towards this Roman。 Come； our queen。 Exeunt all but
CLOTEN CLOTEN。 If she be up； I'll speak with her； if not； Let her lie
still and dream。 By your leave； ho！ ＇Knocks＇ I know her women are about
her； what If I do line one of their hands？ 'Tis gold Which buys admittance；
oft it doth…yea； and makes Diana's rangers false themselves； yield up Their
deer to th' stand o' th' stealer； and 'tis gold Which makes the true man kill'd
and saves the thief； Nay； sometime hangs both thief and true man。 What
Can it not do and undo？ I will make One of her women lawyer to me； for I
yet not understand the case myself。 By your leave。 ＇Knocks＇
Enter a LADY
LADY。 Who's there that knocks？ CLOTEN。 A gentleman。 LADY。 No
more？ CLOTEN。 Yes； and a gentlewoman's son。 LADY。 That's more Than
some whose tailors are as dear as yours Can justly boast of。 What's your
lordship's pleasure？ CLOTEN。 Your lady's person； is she ready？ LADY。
Ay； To keep her chamber。 CLOTEN。 There is gold for you； sell me your
good report。 LADY。 How？ My good name？ or to report of you What I
shall think is good？ The Princess！
Enter IMOGEN
CLOTEN。 Good morrow； fairest sister。 Your sweet hand。 Exit LADY
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IMOGEN。 Good morrow； sir。 You lay out too much pains For purchasing
but trouble。 The thanks I give Is telling you that I am poor of thanks； And
scarce can spare them。 CLOTEN。 Still I swear I love you。 IMOGEN。 If
you but said so； 'twere as deep with me。 If you swear still； your
recompense is still That I regard it not。 CLOTEN。 This is no answer。
IMOGEN。 But that you shall not say I yield； being silent； I would not
speak。 I pray you spare me。 Faith； I shall unfold equal discourtesy To your
best kindness； one of your great knowing Should learn； being taught；
forbearance。 CLOTEN。 To leave you in your madness 'twere my sin； I will
not。 IMOGEN。 Fools are not mad folks。 CLOTEN。 Do you call me fool？
IMOGEN。 As I am mad； I do； If you'll be patient； I'll no more be mad；
That cures us both。 I am much sorry； sir； You put me to forget a lady's
manners By being so verbal； and learn now； for all； That I； which know
my heart； do here pronounce； By th' very truth of it； I care not for you；
And am so near the lack of charity To accuse myself I hate you； which I
had rather You felt than make't my boast。 CLOTEN。 You sin against
Obedience； which you owe your father。 For The contract you pretend with
that base wretch； One bred of alms and foster'd with cold dishes； With
scraps o' th' court… it is no contract； none。 And though it be allowed in
meaner parties… Yet who than he more mean？… to knit their souls… On
whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary… in self…figur'd
knot； Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by The consequence o' th'
crown； and must not foil The precious note of it with a base slave； A
hilding for a livery； a squire's cloth； A pantler… not so eminent！ IMOGEN。
Profane fellow！ Wert thou the son of Jupiter； and no more But what thou
art besides； thou wert too base To be his groom。 Thou wert dignified
enough； Even to the point of envy； if 'twere made Comparative for your
virtues to be styl'd The under…hangman of his kingdom； and hated For
being preferr'd so well。 CLOTEN。 The south fog rot him！ IMOGEN。 He
never can meet more mischance than come To be but nam'd of thee。 His
mean'st garment That ever hath but clipp'd his body is dearer In my
respect than all the hairs above thee； Were they all made such men。 How
now； Pisanio！
Enter PISANIO
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CLOTEN。 'His garments'！ Now the devil… IMOGEN。 To Dorothy my
woman hie thee presently。 CLOTEN。 'His garment'！ IMOGEN。 I am
sprited with a fool； Frighted； and ang'red worse。 Go bid my woman Search
for a jewel that too casually Hath left mine arm。 It was thy master's； shrew
me； If I would lose it for a revenue Of any king's in Europe！ I do think I
saw't this morning； confident I am Last night 'twas on mine arm； I kiss'd it。
I hope it be not gone to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he。 PISANIO。
'Twill not be lost。 IMOGEN。 I hope so。 Go and search。 Exit PISANIO
CLOTEN。 You have abus'd me。 'His meanest garment'！ IMOGEN。 Ay； I
said so； sir。 If you will make 't an action； call witness to 't。 CLOTEN。 I will
inform your father。 IMOGEN。 Your mother too。 She's my good lady and
will conceive； I hope； But the worst of me。 So I leave you； sir； To th' worst
of discontent。 Exit CLOTEN。 I'll be reveng'd。 'His mean'st garment'！ Well。
Exit
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SCENE IV。 Rome。 PHILARIO'S house
Enter POSTHUMUS and PHILARIO
POSTHUMUS。 Fear it not； sir； I would I were so sure To win the
King as I am bold her honour Will remain hers。 PHILARIO。 What means
do you make to him？ POSTHUMUS。 Not any； but abide the change of
time； Quake in the present winter's state； and wish That warmer days
would come。 In these fear'd hopes I barely gratify your love； they failing； I
must die much your debtor。 PHILARIO。 Your very goodness and your
company O'erpays all I can do。 By this your king Hath heard of great
Augustus。 Caius Lucius Will do's commission throughly； and I think He'll
grant the tribute； send th' arrearages； Or look upon our Romans； whose
remembrance Is yet fresh in their grief。 POSTHUMUS。 I do believe Statist
though I am none； nor like to be； That this will prove a war； and you shall
hear The legions now in Gallia sooner landed In our not…fearing Britain
than have tidings Of any penny tribute paid。 Our countrymen Are men
more order'd than when Julius Caesar Smil'd at their lack of skill； but
found their courage Worthy his frowning at。 Their discipline； Now
mingled with their courages； will make known To their approvers they are
people such That mend upon the world。
Enter IACHIMO
PHILARIO。 See！ Iachimo！ POSTHUMUS。 The swiftest harts have
posted you by land； And winds of all the comers kiss'd your sails； To make
your vessel nimble。 PHILARIO。 Welcome； sir。 POSTHUMUS。 I hope the
briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return。 IACHIMO。
Your lady Is one of the fairest that I have look'd upon。 POSTHUMUS。
And therewithal the best； or let her beauty Look through a casement to
allure false hearts； And be false with them。 IACHIMO。 Here are letters for
you。 POSTHUMUS。 Their tenour good； I trust。 IACHIMO。 'Tis very like。
PHILARIO。 Was Caius Lucius in the Britain court When you were there？
IACHIMO。 He was expected then； But not approach'd。 POSTHUMUS。 All
is well yet。 Sparkles this stone as it was wont； or is't not Too dull for your
good wearing？ IACHIMO。 If I have lost it； I should have lost the worth of
it in gold。 I'll make a journey twice as far t' enjoy A second night of such
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sweet shortness which Was mine in Britain； for the ring is won。
POSTHUMUS。 The stone's too hard to come by。 IACHIMO。 Not a whit；
Your lady being so easy。 POSTHUMUS。 Make not； sir； Your loss your
sport。 I hope you know that we Must not continue friends。 IACHIMO。
Good sir； we must； If you keep covenant。 Had I not brought The
knowledge of your mistress home； I grant We were to question farther； but
I now Profess myself the winner of her honour； Together with your ring；
and not the wronger Of her or you； having proceeded but By both your
wills。 POSTHUMUS。 If you can make't apparent That you have tasted her
in bed； my hand And ring is yours。 If not； the foul opinion You had of her
pure honour gains or loses Your sword or mine； or masterless leaves both
To who shall find them。 IACHIMO
