cymbeline(辛白林)-第4章
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by th' rest and takes it thankfully。 You are as welcome； worthy sir； as I
Have words to bid you； and shall find it so In all that I can do。 IACHIMO。
Thanks； fairest lady。 What； are men mad？ Hath nature given them eyes To
see this vaulted arch and the rich crop Of sea and land； which can
distinguish 'twixt The fiery orbs above and the twinn'd stones Upon the
number'd beach； and can we not Partition make with spectacles so
precious 'Twixt fair and foul？ IMOGEN。 What makes your admiration？
IACHIMO。 It cannot be i' th' eye； for apes and monkeys； 'Twixt two such
shes； would chatter this way and Contemn with mows the other； nor i' th'
judgment； For idiots in this case of favour would Be wisely definite； nor i'
th' appetite； Sluttery； to such neat excellence oppos'd； Should make desire
vomit emptiness； Not so allur'd to feed。 IMOGEN。 What is the matter；
trow？ IACHIMO。 The cloyed will… That satiate yet unsatisfied desire； that
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tub Both fill'd and running… ravening first the lamb； Longs after for the
garbage。 IMOGEN。 What； dear sir； Thus raps you？ Are you well？
IACHIMO。 Thanks； madam； well。… Beseech you； sir； Desire my man's
abode where I did leave him。 He's strange and peevish。 PISANIO。 I was
going； sir； To give him welcome。 Exit IMOGEN。 Continues well my lord？
His health beseech you？ IACHIMO。 Well； madam。 IMOGEN。 Is he
dispos'd to mirth？ I hope he is。 IACHIMO。 Exceeding pleasant； none a
stranger there So merry and so gamesome。 He is call'd The Britain reveller。
IMOGEN。 When he was here He did incline to sadness； and oft…times Not
knowing why。 IACHIMO。 I never saw him sad。 There is a Frenchman his
companion； one An eminent monsieur that； it seems； much loves A Gallian
girl at home。 He furnaces The thick sighs from him； whiles the jolly
Briton… Your lord； I mean… laughs from's free lungs； cries 'O； Can my sides
hold； to think that man… who knows By history； report； or his own proof；
What woman is； yea； what she cannot choose But must be… will's free
hours languish for Assured bondage？' IMOGEN。 Will my lord say so？
IACHIMO。 Ay； madam； with his eyes in flood with laughter。 It is a
recreation to be by And hear him mock the Frenchman。 But heavens know
Some men are much to blame。 IMOGEN。 Not he； I hope。 IACHIMO。 Not
he； but yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully。 In
himself； 'tis much； In you； which I account his； beyond all talents。 Whilst I
am bound to wonder； I am bound To pity too。 IMOGEN。 What do you pity；
sir？ IACHIMO。 Two creatures heartily。 IMOGEN。 Am I one； sir？ You look
on me： what wreck discern you in me Deserves your pity？ IACHIMO。
Lamentable！ What； To hide me from the radiant sun and solace I' th'
dungeon by a snuff？ IMOGEN。 I pray you； sir； Deliver with more
openness your answers To my demands。 Why do you pity me？ IACHIMO。
That others do； I was about to say； enjoy your… But It is an office of the
gods to venge it； Not mine to speak on't。 IMOGEN。 You do seem to know
Something of me； or what concerns me； pray you… Since doubting things
go ill often hurts more Than to be sure they do； for certainties Either are
past remedies； or； timely knowing； The remedy then born… discover to me
What both you spur and stop。 IACHIMO。 Had I this cheek To bathe my
lips upon； this hand； whose touch； Whose every touch； would force the
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feeler's soul To th' oath of loyalty； this object； which Takes prisoner the
wild motion of mine eye； Fixing it only here； should I； damn'd then； Slaver
with lips as common as the stairs That mount the Capitol； join gripes with
hands Made hard with hourly falsehood… falsehood as With labour； then
by…peeping in an eye Base and illustrious as the smoky light That's fed
with stinking tallow… it were fit That all the plagues of hell should at one
time Encounter such revolt。 IMOGEN。 My lord； I fear； Has forgot Britain。
IACHIMO。 And himself。 Not I Inclin'd to this intelligence pronounce The
beggary of his change； but 'tis your graces That from my mutest
conscience to my tongue Charms this report out。 IMOGEN。 Let me hear
no more。 IACHIMO。 O dearest soul； your cause doth strike my heart With
pity that doth make me sick！ A lady So fair； and fasten'd to an empery；
Would make the great'st king double； to be partner'd With tomboys hir'd
with that self exhibition Which your own coffers yield！ with diseas'd
ventures That play with all infirmities for gold Which rottenness can lend
nature！ such boil'd stuff As well might poison poison！ Be reveng'd； Or she
that bore you was no queen； and you Recoil from your great stock。
IMOGEN。 Reveng'd？ How should I be reveng'd？ If this be true… As I have
such a heart that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse… if it be true； How
should I be reveng'd？ IACHIMO。 Should he make me Live like Diana's
priest betwixt cold sheets； Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps； In your
despite； upon your purse？ Revenge it。 I dedicate myself to your sweet
pleasure； More noble than that runagate to your bed； And will continue
fast to your affection； Still close as sure。 IMOGEN。 What ho； Pisanio！
IACHIMO。 Let me my service tender on your lips。 IMOGEN。 Away！ I do
condemn mine ears that have So long attended thee。 If thou wert
honourable； Thou wouldst have told this tale for virtue； not For such an
end thou seek'st； as base as strange。 Thou wrong'st a gentleman who is as
far From thy report as thou from honour； and Solicits here a lady that
disdains Thee and the devil alike。… What ho； Pisanio！… The King my father
shall be made acquainted Of thy assault。 If he shall think it fit A saucy
stranger in his court to mart As in a Romish stew； and to expound His
beastly mind to us； he hath a court He little cares for； and a daughter who
He not respects at all。… What ho； Pisanio！ IACHIMO。 O happy Leonatus！ I
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may say The credit that thy lady hath of thee Deserves thy trust； and thy
most perfect goodness Her assur'd credit。 Blessed live you long； A lady to
the worthiest sir that ever Country call'd his！ and you his mistress； only
For the most worthiest fit！ Give me your pardon。 I have spoke this to
know if your affiance Were deeply rooted； and shall make your lord That
which he is new o'er； and he is one The truest manner'd； such a holy witch
That he enchants societies into him； Half all men's hearts are his。
IMOGEN。 You make amends。 IACHIMO。 He sits 'mongst men like a
descended god： He hath a kind of honour sets him off More than a mortal
seeming。 Be not angry； Most mighty Princess； that I have adventur'd To try
your taking of a false report； which hath Honour'd with confirmation your
great judgment In the election of a sir so rare； Which you know cannot err。
The love I bear him Made me to fan you thus； but the gods made you；
Unlike all others； chaffless。 Pray your pardon。 IMOGEN。 All's well； sir；
take my pow'r i' th' court for yours。 IACHIMO。 My humble thanks。 I had
almost forgot T' entreat your Grace but in a small request； And yet of
moment too； for it concerns Your lord； myself and other noble friends Are
partners in the business。 IMOGEN。 Pray what is't？ IACHIMO。 Some
dozen Romans of us； and your lord… The best feather of our wing… have
mingled sums To buy a present for the Emperor； Which I； the factor for
the rest； have done In France。 'Tis plate of rare device； and jewels Of rich
and exquisite form； their values great； And I am something curious； being
strange； To have them in safe stowage。 May it please you To take them in
protection？ IMOGEN。 Willingly； And pawn mine honour for their safety。
Since My lord hath interest in them； I will keep them In my bedchamber。
IACHIMO。 They are in a trunk； Attended by my men。 I will make bold To
send them to you only for this night； I must aboard to…morrow。 IMOGEN。
O； no； no。 IACHIMO。 Yes； I beseech； or I shall short my word By
length'ning my return。 From Gallia I cross'd the seas on purpose and on
promise To see your Grace。 IMOGEN。 I thank you for your pains。 But not
away to…morrow！ IACHIMO。 O； I must； madam。 Therefore I shall beseech
you； if you please To greet your lord with writing； do't to…night。 I have
outstood my time； which is material 'To th' tender of our present。
IMOGEN。 I will write。 Send your trunk to me； it shall safe be kept And
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truly yielded you。 You're very welcome。 Exeunt
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ACT II。
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SCENE I。 Britain。 Before CYMBELINE'S palace
Enter CLOTEN and the two LORDS
CLOTEN。 Was there ever man had such luck！ When I kiss'd the jack；
