cymbeline(辛白林)-第10章
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have cross'd the Severn。 Happiness！ Exeunt LUCIUS and LORDS
QUEEN。 He goes hence frowning； but it honours us That we have given
him cause。 CLOTEN。 'Tis all the better； Your valiant Britons have their
wishes in it。 CYMBELINE。 Lucius hath wrote already to the Emperor
How it goes here。 It fits us therefore ripely Our chariots and our horsemen
be in readiness。 The pow'rs that he already hath in Gallia Will soon be
drawn to head； from whence he moves His war for Britain。 QUEEN。 'Tis
not sleepy business； But must be look'd to speedily and strongly。
CYMBELINE。 Our expectation that it would be thus Hath made us
forward。 But； my gentle queen； Where is our daughter？ She hath not
appear'd Before the Roman； nor to us hath tender'd The duty of the day。
She looks us like A thing more made of malice than of duty； We have
noted it。 Call her before us； for We have been too slight in sufferance。 Exit
a MESSENGER QUEEN。 Royal sir； Since the exile of Posthumus； most
retir'd Hath her life been； the cure whereof； my lord； 'Tis time must do。
Beseech your Majesty； Forbear sharp speeches to her； she's a lady So
tender of rebukes that words are strokes； And strokes death to her。
Re…enter MESSENGER
CYMBELINE。 Where is she； sir？ How Can her contempt be answer'd？
MESSENGER。 Please you； sir； Her chambers are all lock'd； and there's no
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answer That will be given to th' loud of noise we make。 QUEEN。 My lord；
when last I went to visit her； She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close；
Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity She should that duty leave unpaid to
you Which daily she was bound to proffer。 This She wish'd me to make
known； but our great court Made me to blame in memory。 CYMBELINE。
Her doors lock'd？ Not seen of late？ Grant； heavens； that which I fear Prove
false！ Exit QUEEN。 Son； I say； follow the King。 CLOTEN。 That man of
hers； Pisanio； her old servant； I have not seen these two days。 QUEEN。 Go；
look after。 Exit CLOTEN Pisanio； thou that stand'st so for Posthumus！ He
hath a drug of mine。 I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that； for he
believes It is a thing most precious。 But for her； Where is she gone？ Haply
despair hath seiz'd her； Or； wing'd with fervour of her love； she's flown To
her desir'd Posthumus。 Gone she is To death or to dishonour； and my end
Can make good use of either。 She being down； I have the placing of the
British crown。
Re…enter CLOTEN
How now； my son？ CLOTEN。 'Tis certain she is fled。 Go in and cheer
the King。 He rages； none Dare come about him。 QUEEN。 All the better。
May This night forestall him of the coming day！ Exit CLOTEN。 I love and
hate her； for she's fair and royal； And that she hath all courtly parts more
exquisite Than lady； ladies； woman。 From every one The best she hath；
and she； of all compounded； Outsells them all。 I love her therefore； but
Disdaining me and throwing favours on The low Posthumus slanders so
her judgment That what's else rare is chok'd； and in that point I will
conclude to hate her； nay； indeed； To be reveng'd upon her。 For when fools
Shall…
Enter PISANIO
Who is here？ What； are you packing； sirrah？ Come hither。 Ah； you
precious pander！ Villain； Where is thy lady？ In a word； or else Thou art
straightway with the fiends。 PISANIO。 O good my lord！ CLOTEN。 Where
is thy lady？ or； by Jupiter… I will not ask again。 Close villain； I'll have this
secret from thy heart； or rip Thy heart to find it。 Is she with Posthumus？
From whose so many weights of baseness cannot A dram of worth be
drawn。 PISANIO。 Alas； my lord； How can she be with him？ When was
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she miss'd？ He is in Rome。 CLOTEN。 Where is she； sir？ Come nearer。 No
farther halting！ Satisfy me home What is become of her。 PISANIO。 O my
all…worthy lord！ CLOTEN。 All…worthy villain！ Discover where thy
mistress is at once； At the next word。 No more of 'worthy lord'！ Speak； or
thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death。 PISANIO。
Then； sir； This paper is the history of my knowledge Touching her flight。
＇Presenting a letter＇ CLOTEN。 Let's see't。 I will pursue her Even to
Augustus' throne。 PISANIO。 ＇Aside＇ Or this or perish。 She's far enough；
and what he learns by this May prove his travel； not her danger。 CLOTEN。
Humh！ PISANIO。 ＇Aside＇ I'll write to my lord she's dead。 O Imogen； Safe
mayst thou wander； safe return again！ CLOTEN。 Sirrah； is this letter true？
PISANIO。 Sir； as I think。 CLOTEN。 It is Posthumus' hand； I know't。
Sirrah； if thou wouldst not be a villain； but do me true service； undergo
those employments wherein I should have cause to use thee with a serious
industry… that is； what villainy soe'er I bid thee do； to perform it directly
and truly… I would think thee an honest man； thou shouldst neither want
my means for thy relief nor my voice for thy preferment。 PISANIO。 Well；
my good lord。 CLOTEN。 Wilt thou serve me？ For since patiently and
constantly thou hast stuck to the bare fortune of that beggar Posthumus；
thou canst not； in the course of gratitude； but be a diligent follower of
mine。 Wilt thou serve me？ PISANIO。 Sir； I will。 CLOTEN。 Give me thy
hand； here's my purse。 Hast any of thy late master's garments in thy
possession？ PISANIO。 I have； my lord； at my lodging； the same suit he
wore when he took leave of my lady and mistress。 CLOTEN。 The first
service thou dost me； fetch that suit hither。 Let it be thy first service； go。
PISANIO。 I shall； my lord。 Exit CLOTEN。 Meet thee at Milford Haven！ I
forgot to ask him one thing； I'll remember't anon。 Even there； thou villain
Posthumus； will I kill thee。 I would these garments were come。 She said
upon a time… the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart… that she held
the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble and natural
person； together with the adornment of my qualities。 With that suit upon
my back will I ravish her； first kill him； and in her eyes。 There shall she
see my valour； which will then be a torment to her contempt。 He on the
ground； my speech of insultment ended on his dead body； and when my
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lust hath dined… which； as I say； to vex her I will execute in the clothes that
she so prais'd… to the court I'll knock her back； foot her home again。 She
hath despis'd me rejoicingly； and I'll be merry in my revenge。
Re…enter PISANIO； with the clothes
Be those the garments？ PISANIO。 Ay； my noble lord。 CLOTEN。
How long is't since she went to Milford Haven？ PISANIO。 She can scarce
be there yet。 CLOTEN。 Bring this apparel to my chamber； that is the
second thing that I have commanded thee。 The third is that thou wilt be a
voluntary mute to my design。 Be but duteous and true； preferment shall
tender itself to thee。 My revenge is now at Milford； would I had wings to
follow it！ Come； and be true。 Exit PISANIO。 Thou bid'st me to my loss；
for true to thee Were to prove false； which I will never be； To him that is
most true。 To Milford go； And find not her whom thou pursuest。 Flow；
flow； You heavenly blessings； on her！ This fool's speed Be cross'd with
slowness！ Labour be his meed！ Exit
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SCENE VI。 Wales。 Before the cave of BELARIUS
Enter IMOGEN alone； in boy's clothes
IMOGEN。 I see a man's life is a tedious one。 I have tir'd myself； and
for two nights together Have made the ground my bed。 I should be sick
But that my resolution helps me。 Milford； When from the mountain…top
Pisanio show'd thee； Thou wast within a ken。 O Jove！ I think Foundations
fly the wretched； such； I mean； Where they should be reliev'd。 Two
beggars told me I could not miss my way。 Will poor folks lie； That have
afflictions on them； knowing 'tis A punishment or trial？ Yes； no wonder；
When rich ones scarce tell true。 To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for
need； and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars。 My dear lord！ Thou
art one o' th' false ones。 Now I think on thee My hunger's gone； but even
before； I was At point to sink for food。 But what is this？ Here is a path to't；
'tis some savage hold。 I were best not call； I dare not call。 Yet famine； Ere
clean it o'erthrow nature； makes it valiant。 Plenty and peace breeds
cowards； hardness ever Of hardiness is mother。 Ho！ who's here？ If
anything that's civil； speak； if savage； Take or lend。 Ho！ No answer？ Then
I'll enter。 Best draw my sword； and if mine enemy But fear the sword； like
me； he'll scarcely look on't。 Such a foe； good heavens！ Exit into the cave
Enter BELARIUS； GUIDERIUS； and ARVIRAGUS
BELARIUS。 You； Polydore； have prov'd best woodman and Are
master of the feast。 Cadwal and I Will play the cook and servant； 'tis our
match。 The sweat of industry would dry and die But for the end it works to。
Come； our stomachs Will make what's homely savoury； weariness Can
snore upon the flint； when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard。 Now；
peace be here； Poor house； that keep'st thyself！ GUIDERIUS。 I am
thoroughly weary。 ARVIRAGUS。 I am weak with toil； yet strong in
appetite。 GUIDERIUS。 There is cold meat i' th' cave； we'll browse on that
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd。 BELARIUS。 ＇Looking into the cave＇
Stay； come not in。 But that it eats our victuals； I should think Here were a
fairy。 GUIDERIUS。 What's the matter； sir？ BELARIUS。。 By Jupiter； an
angel！ or； if not； An earthly paragon！ Behold divineness No elder than a
boy！
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Re…enter IMOGEN
IMOGEN。 Good masters； harm me not。 Before I enter'd here I call'd；
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