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    Cymbeline, with line numbers
    Cymbeline, with line numbers
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    Cymbeline, with line numbers

    By William Shakespeare

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    The classic Shakespearean romance, with line numbers. According to Wikipedia: "Cymbelineis a play by William Shakespeare, based on legends concerning the early Celtic British King Cunobelinus. Although listed as a tragedy in the First Folio, modern critics often classify Cymbeline as a romance. Like Othello, Measure for Measure, and The Winter's Tale, it deals with the themes of innocence and jealousy. While the precise date of composition remains unknown, the play was certainly produced as early as 1611."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSeltzer Books
    Release dateMar 1, 2018
    ISBN9781455389452
    Cymbeline, with line numbers
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is the world's greatest ever playwright. Born in 1564, he split his time between Stratford-upon-Avon and London, where he worked as a playwright, poet and actor. In 1582 he married Anne Hathaway. Shakespeare died in 1616 at the age of fifty-two, leaving three children—Susanna, Hamnet and Judith. The rest is silence.

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      Cymbeline, with line numbers - William Shakespeare

      Cymbeline By William Shakespeare

      published by Samizdat Express, Orange, CT, USA

      established in 1974, offering over 14,000 books

      Other romances by William Shakespeare:

      Pericles, Prince of Tyre

      The Tempest

      A Winter's Tale

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      Dramatis Personae

      Cymbeline

      Act I

      Scene I Britain. The Garden Of Cymbeline's Palace.

      Scene II The Same. A Public Place.

      Scene III A Room In Cymbeline's Palace.

      Scene IV Rome. Philario's House.

      Scene V Britain. A Room In Cymbeline's Palace.

      Scene VI The Same. Another Room In The Palace.

      Act II

      Scene I Britain. Before Cymbeline's Palace.

      Scene II Imogen's Bedchamber In Cymbeline's Palace: A Trunk In One Corner Of It.

      Scene III An Ante-Chamber Adjoining Imogen's Apartments.

      Scene IV Rome. Philario's House.

      Scene V Another Room In Philario's House.

      Act III

      Scene I Britain. A Hall In Cymbeline's Palace.

      Scene II Another Room In The Palace.

      Scene III Wales: A Mountainous Country With A Cave.

      Scene IV Country Near Milford-Haven.

      Scene V A Room In Cymbeline's Palace.

      Scene VI Wales. Before The Cave Of Belarius.

      Scene VII Rome. A Public Place.

      Act IV

      Scene I Wales: Near The Cave Of Belarius.

      Scene II Before The Cave Of Belarius.

      Scene III A Room In Cymbeline's Palace.

      Scene IV Wales: Before The Cave Of Belarius.

      Act V

      Scene I Britain. The Roman Camp.

      Scene II Field Of Battle Between The British And Roman Camps.

      Scene III Another Part Of The Field.

      Scene IV A British Prison.

      Scene V Cymbeline's Tent.

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      Cymbeline, King Of Britain.

      Cloten, Son To The Queen By A Former Husband.

      Posthumus Leonatus, A Gentleman, Husband To Imogen.

      Belarius, A Banished Lord, Disguised Under The Name Of Morgan.

      Sons To Cymbeline

      Disguised Under The Names Of Polydote And Cadwal, Supposed Sons To Morgan.

      Guiderius

      Arviragus

      Italians

      Philario, Friend To Posthumus

      Iachimo, Friend To Philario

      Caius Lucius, General Of The Roman Forces.

      Pisanio, Servant To Posthumus.

      Cornelius, A Physician.

      A Roman Captain. (Captain:)

      Two British Captains.

       (First Captain:)

       (Second Captain:)

      A Frenchman, friend to Philario.

       (Frenchman:)

      Two Lords of Cymbeline's court.

       (First Lord:)

       (Second Lord:)

      Two Gentlemen of the same.

       (First Gentleman:)

       (Second Gentleman:)

      Two Gaolers.

       (First Gaoler:)

       (Second Gaoler:)

      Queen, wife to Cymbeline.

      Imogen, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen.

      Helen, a lady attending on Imogen.

      Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, a Soothsayer, a Dutchman, a Spaniard, Musicians, Officers, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants

      . (Lord:)

       (Lady:)

       (First Lady:)

       (First Senator:)

       (Second Senator:)

       (First Tribune:)

       (Soothsayer:)

       (Messenger:)

       Apparitions.

       (Sicilius Leonatus:)

       (Mother:)

       (First Brother:)

       (Second Brother:)

       (Jupiter:)

      SCENE. Britain; Rome.

      CYMBELINE

      ACT I

      SCENE I Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.

      [Enter two GENTLEMEN]

      (1) FIRST GENTLEMAN You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods

       No more obey the heavens than our courtiers

       Still seem as does the king.

      SECOND GENTLEMAN But what's the matter?

      FIRST GENTLEMAN His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom

       He purposed to his wife's sole son--a widow

       That late he married--hath referr'd herself

       Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded;

       Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all

       Is outward sorrow; though I think the king

       Be touch'd at very heart.

      (10) SECOND GENTLEMAN           None but the king?

      FIRST GENTLEMAN He that hath lost her too; so is the queen,

       That most desired the match; but not a courtier,

       Although they wear their faces to the bent

       Of the king's look's, hath a heart that is not

       Glad at the thing they scowl at.

      SECOND GENTLEMAN           And why so?

      FIRST GENTLEMAN He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing

       Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her--

       I mean, that married her, alack, good man!

       And therefore banish'd--is a creature such

      (20)  As, to seek through the regions of the earth

       For one his like, there would be something failing

       In him that should compare. I do not think

       So fair an outward and such stuff within

       Endows a man but he.

      SECOND GENTLEMAN           You speak him far.

      FIRST GENTLEMAN I do extend him, sir, within himself,

       Crush him together rather than unfold

       His measure duly.

      SECOND GENTLEMAN                   What's his name and birth?

      FIRST GENTLEMAN I cannot delve him to the root: his father

       Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour

      (30) Against the Romans with Cassibelan,

       But had his titles by Tenantius whom

       He served with glory and admired success,

       So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus;

       And had, besides this gentleman in question,

       Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time

       Died with their swords in hand; for which

       their father,

       Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow

       That he quit being, and his gentle lady,

       Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased

      (40) As he was born. The king he takes the babe

       To his protection, calls him Posthumus Leonatus,

       Breeds him and makes him of his bed-chamber,

       Puts to him all the learnings that his time

       Could make him the receiver of; which he took,

       As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd,

       And in's spring became a harvest, lived in court--

       Which rare it is to do--most praised, most loved,

       A sample to the youngest, to the more mature

       A glass that feated them, and to the graver

      (50) A child that guided dotards; to his mistress,

       For whom he now is banish'd, her own price

       Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;

       By her election may be truly read

       What kind of man he is.

      SECOND GENTLEMAN           I honour him

       Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,

       Is she sole child to the king?

      FIRST GENTLEMAN           His only child.

       He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing,

       Mark it: the eldest of them at three years old,

       I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery

      (60) Were stol'n, and to this hour no guess in knowledge

       Which way they went.

      SECOND GENTLEMAN           How long is this ago?

      FIRST GENTLEMAN Some twenty years.

      SECOND GENTLEMAN That a king's children should be so convey'd,

       So slackly guarded, and the search so slow,

       That could not trace them!

      FIRST GENTLEMAN           Howsoe'er 'tis strange,

       Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,

       Yet is it true, sir.

      SECOND GENTLEMAN           I do well believe you.

      FIRST GENTLEMAN We must forbear: here comes the gentleman,

       The queen, and princess.

      [Exeunt]

      [Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and IMOGEN]

      (70) QUEEN No, be assured you shall not find me, daughter,

       After the slander of most stepmothers,

       Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but

       Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys

       That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,

       So soon as I can win the offended king,

       I will be known your advocate: marry, yet

       The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good

       You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience

       Your wisdom may inform you.

      POSTHUMUS LEONATUS           Please your highness,

       I will from hence to-day.

      (80) QUEEN           You know the peril.

       I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying

       The pangs of barr'd affections, though the king

       Hath charged you should not speak together.

      [Exit]

      IMOGEN           Oh

       Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant

       Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,

       I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing--

       Always reserved my holy duty--what

       His rage can do on me: you must be gone;

       And I shall here abide the hourly shot

      (90) Of angry eyes, not comforted to live,

       But that there is this jewel in the world

       That I may see again.

      POSTHUMUS LEONATUS           My queen! my mistress!

       O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause

       To be suspected of more tenderness

       Than doth become a man. I will remain

       The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth:

       My residence in Rome at one Philario's,

       Who to my father was a friend, to me

       Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,

      (100) And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,

       Though ink be made of gall.

      [Re-enter QUEEN]

      QUEEN           Be brief, I pray you:

       If the king come, I shall incur I know not

       How much of his displeasure.

      [Aside]  Yet I'll move him

       To walk this way: I never do him wrong,

       But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;

       Pays dear for my offences.

       [Exit]

      POSTHUMUS LEONATUS           Should we be taking leave

       As long a term as yet we have to live,

       The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu!

      IMOGEN Nay, stay a little:

      (110) Were you but riding forth to air yourself,

       Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;

       This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;

       But keep it till you woo another wife,

       When Imogen is dead.

      POSTHUMUS LEONATUS           How, how! another?

       You gentle gods, give me but this I have,

       And sear up my

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