Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2

Find Location in text

Main Text

3.5Scena Quinta.

Enter Cymbeline, Queene, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords.

Cym. Thus farre, and so farewell.

Luc. Thankes, Royall Sir:

2My Emperor hath wrote, I must from hence,

3And am right sorry, that I must report ye

4My Masters Enemy.

Cym. Our Subiects (Sir)

5Will not endure his yoake; and for our selfe

6To shew lesse Soueraignty then they, must needs

7Appeare vn-Kinglike.

Luc. So Sir: I desire of you

8A Conduct ouer Land, to Milford-Hauen.

9Madam, all ioy befall your Grace, and you.


Cym. My Lords, you are appointed for that Office:

11The due of Honor, in no point omit:

12So farewell Noble Lucius.

Luc. Your hand, my Lord.


Clot. Receiue it friendly: but from this time forth

14I weare it as your Enemy.

Luc. Sir, the Euent

15Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well.


Cym. Leaue not the worthy Lucius, good my Lords

17Till he haue crost the Seuern. Happines.

Critical ApparatusExit Lucius, &c

Qu. He goes hence frowning: but it honours vs

19That we haue giuen him cause.

Clot. 'Tis all the better,

20Your valiant Britaines haue their wishes in it.


Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the Emperor

22How it goes heere. It fits vs therefore ripely

23Our Chariots, and our Horsemen be in readinesse:

24The Powres that he already hath in Gallia

25Will soone be drawne to head, from whence he moues

26His warre for Britaine.

Qu. 'Tis not sleepy businesse,

27But must be look'd too speedily, and strongly.


Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus

29Hath made vs forward. But my gentle Queene,

30Where is our Daughter? She hath not appear'd

31Before the Roman, nor to vs hath tender'd

Critical Apparatus32The duty of the day. She [lookes] vs like

33A thing more made of malice, then of duty,

34We haue noted it. Call her before vs, for

35We haue beene too slight in sufferance.

Qu. Royall Sir,

36Since the exile of Posthumus, most retyr'd

37Hath her life bin: the Cure whereof, my Lord,

pg 340738'Tis time must do. Beseech your Maiesty,

39Forbeare sharpe speeches to her. Shee's a Lady

Critical Apparatus40So tender of rebukes, that words are [strokes];

41And strokes death to her.

Enter a Messenger.

Cym. Where is she Sir? How

42Can her contempt be answer'd?

Mes. Please you Sir,

43Her Chambers are all lock'd, and there's no answer

Critical Apparatus44That will be giuen to'th'[lowdst] of noise, we make.


Qu. My Lord, when last I went to visit her,

46She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close,

47Whereto constrain'd by her infirmitie,

48She should that dutie leaue vnpaide to you

49Which dayly she was bound to proffer: this

50She wish'd me to make knowne: but our great Court

51Made me too blame in memory.

Cym. Her doores lock'd?

52Not seene of late? Grant Heauens, that which I

53Feare, proue false.


Qu. Sonne, I say, follow the King.


Clot. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old Seruant

55I haue not seene these two dayes.

Qu. Go, looke after:

Critical Apparatus[Exit.]

56Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus,

57He hath a Drugge of mine: I pray, his absence

58Proceed by swallowing that. For he beleeues

59It is a thing most precious. But for her,

60Where is she gone? Haply dispaire hath seiz'd her:

61Or wing'd with feruour of her loue, she's flowne

62To her desir'd Posthumus: gone she is,

63To death, or to dishonor, and my end

64Can make good vse of either. Shee being downe,

65I haue the placing of the Brittish Crowne.

Enter Cloten.

66How now, my Sonne?

Clot. 'Tis certaine she is fled:

67Go in and cheere the King, he rages, none

68Dare come about him.

Qu. All the better: may

69This night fore-stall him of the comming day.

Exit Qu.

Clo. I loue, and hate her: for she's Faire and Royall,

71And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite

aaa5r Link 72Then Lady, Ladies, Woman, from euery one

73The best she hath, and she of all compounded

74Out-selles them all. I loue her therefore, but

75Disdaining me, and throwing Fauours on

76The low Posthumus, slanders so her iudgement,

77That what's else rare, is choak'd: and in that point

pg 340878I will conclude to hate her, nay indeede,

Critical Apparatus79To be reueng'd vpon her. For, when Fooles shall——

Enter Pisanio.

80Who is heere? What, are you packing sirrah?

81Come hither: Ah you precious Pandar, Villaine,

82Where is thy Lady? In a word, or else

83Thou art straightway with the Fiends.

Pis. Oh, good my Lord.


Clo. Where is thy Lady? Or, by Iupiter,

85I will not aske againe. Close Villaine,

Critical Apparatus86Ile haue this Secret from thy heart, or rip

87Thy heart to finde it. Is she with Posthumus?

88From whose so many waights of basenesse, cannot

89A dram of worth be drawne.

Pis. Alas, my Lord,

90How can she be with him? When was she miss'd?

91He is in Rome.

Clot. Where is she Sir? Come neerer:

92No farther halting: satisfie me home,

93What is become of her?


Pis. Oh, my all-worthy Lord.


Clo. All-worthy Villaine,

96Discouer where thy Mistris is, at once,

97At the next word: no more of worthy Lord:

98Speake, or thy silence on the instant, is

99Thy condemnation, and thy death.

Pis. Then Sir:

100This Paper is the historie of my knowledge

101Touching her flight.

Clo. Let's see't: I will pursue her

102Euen to Augustus Throne.

Pis. Or this, or perish.

103She's farre enough, and what he learnes by this,

104May proue his trauell, not her danger.

Clo. Humh.

Critical Apparatus105

Pis. Ile write to my Lord she's dead: Oh [Innogen],

106Safe mayst thou wander, safe returne agen.


Clot. Sirra, is this Letter true?

Pis. Sir, as I thinke.


Clot. It is Posthumus hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou would'st not be 109a Villain, but do me true seruice: vndergo those Imployments wherin 110I should haue cause to vse thee with a serious industry, that is, what 111villainy soere I bid thee do to performe it, directly and truely, I would 112thinke thee an honest man: thou should'st neither want my meanes for 113thy releefe, nor my voyce for thy preferment.

pg 3409 114

Pis. Well, my good Lord.


Clot. Wilt thou serue mee? For since patiently and constantly thou 116hast stucke to the bare Fortune of that Begger Posthumus, thou canst 117not in the course of gratitude, but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt 118thou serue mee?


Pis. Sir, I will.


Clo. Giue mee thy hand, heere's my purse. 121Hast any of thy late Masters Garments in thy possession?


Pisan. I haue (my Lord) at my Lodging, the same Suite he wore, when he 123tooke leaue of my Ladie & Mistresse.


Clo. The first seruice thou dost mee, fetch that Suite hither, let it be 125thy first seruice, go.


Pis. I shall my Lord.


Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Hauen: (I forgot to aske him one thing, 128Ile remember't anon:) euen there, thou villaine Posthumus will I kill 129thee. I would these Garments were come. She saide vpon a time (the 130bitternesse of it, I now belch from my heart) that shee held the very 131Garment of Posthumus, in more respect, then my Noble and naturall 132person; together with the adornement of my Qualities. With that Suite 133vpon my backe wil I rauish her: first kill him, and in her eyes; there 134shall she see my valour, which wil then be a torment to hir contempt. Critical Apparatus135He on the ground, my speech of [insultment] ended on his dead bodie, 136and when my Lust hath dined (which as I say, to vex her, I will execute 137in the Cloathes that she so prais'd:) to the Court Ile knock her backe, 138foot her home againe. She hath despis'd mee reioycingly, and Ile bee 139merry in my Reuenge.

Enter Pisanio.

140Be those the Garments?

Pis. I, my Noble Lord.


Clo. How long is't since she went to Milford-Hauen?


Pis. She can scarse be there yet.


Clo. Bring this Apparrell to my Chamber, that is the second thing 144that I haue commanded thee. The third is, that thou wilt be a voluntarie 145Mute to my designe. Be but dutious, and true preferment shall tender 146it selfe to thee. My Reuenge is now at Milford, would I had wings to 147follow it. Come, and be true.


Pis. Thou bid'st me to my losse: for true to thee,

149Were to proue false, which I will neuer bee

150To him that is most true. To Milford go,

151And finde not her, whom thou pursuest. Flow, flow

152You Heauenly blessings on her: This Fooles speede

153Be crost with slownesse; Labour be his meede.


Notes Settings


Critical Apparatus Exit Lucius, &c = Exeunt Lucius and lords
Critical Apparatus
3.5.32 lookes vs allot; looke vs jaggard; looks us johnson
Critical Apparatus
3.5.40 strokes allot; stroke, jaggard
Critical Apparatus
3.5.44 lowdst of capell; lowd of jaggard; loudest rowe. rowe's emendation is also plausible, but a dropped 'st' ligature, as taylor notes, equally or more easily explains jaggard's reading than '-est' misread 'of'.
Critical Apparatus Exit. capell (subs.); after 'dayes.' jaggard
Critical Apparatus
3.5.79–80 To … sirrah? jaggard; Fooles| rowe. The emendation by rowe is defensible in a purely formalist sense. But the line end is the right place for the interruption, and 3.5.80 could be an example of what Groves describes as a dramatically significant short pentameter; that is, the moment of disruption 'counts' as the missing syllable.
Critical Apparatus
3.5.86 heart jaggard; tongue taylor. The repetition of 'heart' may be due to compositorial eye-skip (nosworthy), AND taylor notes that Shakespeare contrasts 'tongue' with 'heart' twenty-eight other times. But the passage is intelligible in jaggard, and repetition (as a common rhetorical device) may be the point.
Critical Apparatus
3.5.105 write to jaggard; write conj. W. S. WALKER
Critical Apparatus
3.5.135 insultment allot; insulment jaggard
logo-footer Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Access is brought to you by Log out