cymbeline(辛白林)-第18章
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fast and pray'd for their intelligence… thus: I saw Jove's bird; the Roman
eagle; wing'd From the spongy south to this part of the west; There
vanish'd in the sunbeams; which portends; Unless my sins abuse my
divination; Success to th' Roman host。 LUCIUS。 Dream often so; And
never false。 Soft; ho! what trunk is here Without his top? The ruin speaks
that sometime It was a worthy building。 How? a page? Or dead or sleeping
on him? But dead; rather; For nature doth abhor to make his bed With the
defunct; or sleep upon the dead。 Let's see the boy's face。 CAPTAIN。 He's
alive; my lord。 LUCIUS。 He'll then instruct us of this body。 Young one;
Inform us of thy fortunes; for it seems They crave to be demanded。 Who is
this Thou mak'st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he That; otherwise than
noble nature did; Hath alter'd that good picture? What's thy interest In this
sad wreck? How came't? Who is't? What art thou? IMOGEN。 I am nothing;
or if not; Nothing to be were better。 This was my master; A very valiant
Briton and a good; That here by mountaineers lies slain。 Alas! There is no
more such masters。 I may wander From east to occident; cry out for
service; Try many; all good; serve truly; never Find such another master。
LUCIUS。 'Lack; good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining
than Thy master in bleeding。 Say his name; good friend。 IMOGEN。
Richard du Champ。 'Aside' If I do lie; and do No harm by it; though the
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gods hear; I hope They'll pardon it。… Say you; sir? LUCIUS。 Thy name?
IMOGEN。 Fidele; sir。 LUCIUS。 Thou dost approve thyself the very same;
Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith thy name。 Wilt take thy chance with
me? I will not say Thou shalt be so well master'd; but; be sure; No less
belov'd。 The Roman Emperor's letters; Sent by a consul to me; should not
sooner Than thine own worth prefer thee。 Go with me。 IMOGEN。 I'll
follow; sir。 But first; an't please the gods; I'll hide my master from the flies;
as deep As these poor pickaxes can dig; and when With wild wood…leaves
and weeds I ha' strew'd his grave; And on it said a century of prayers; Such
as I can; twice o'er; I'll weep and sigh; And leaving so his service; follow
you; So please you entertain me。 LUCIUS。 Ay; good youth; And rather
father thee than master thee。 My friends; The boy hath taught us manly
duties; let us Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can; And make him with
our pikes and partisans A grave。 Come; arm him。 Boy; he is preferr'd By
thee to us; and he shall be interr'd As soldiers can。 Be cheerful; wipe thine
eyes。 Some falls are means the happier to arise。 Exeunt
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SCENE III。 Britain。 CYMBELINE'S palace
Enter CYMBELINE; LORDS; PISANIO; and attendants
CYMBELINE。 Again! and bring me word how 'tis with her。 Exit an
attendant A fever with the absence of her son; A madness; of which her
life's in danger。 Heavens; How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen;
The great part of my comfort; gone; my queen Upon a desperate bed; and
in a time When fearful wars point at me; her son gone; So needful for this
present。 It strikes me past The hope of comfort。 But for thee; fellow; Who
needs must know of her departure and Dost seem so ignorant; we'll
enforce it from thee By a sharp torture。 PISANIO。 Sir; my life is yours; I
humbly set it at your will; but for my mistress; I nothing know where she
remains; why gone; Nor when she purposes return。 Beseech your Highness;
Hold me your loyal servant。 LORD。 Good my liege; The day that she was
missing he was here。 I dare be bound he's true and shall perform All parts
of his subjection loyally。 For Cloten; There wants no diligence in seeking
him; And will no doubt be found。 CYMBELINE。 The time is troublesome。
'To PISANIO' We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet
depend。 LORD。 So please your Majesty; The Roman legions; all from
Gallia drawn; Are landed on your coast; with a supply Of Roman
gentlemen by the Senate sent。 CYMBELINE。 Now for the counsel of my
son and queen! I am amaz'd with matter。 LORD。 Good my liege; Your
preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of。 Come more; for
more you're ready。 The want is but to put those pow'rs in motion That long
to move。 CYMBELINE。 I thank you。 Let's withdraw; And meet the time as
it seeks us。 We fear not What can from Italy annoy us; but We grieve at
chances here。 Away! Exeunt all but PISANIO PISANIO。 I heard no letter
from my master since I wrote him Imogen was slain。 'Tis strange。 Nor hear
I from my mistress; who did promise To yield me often tidings。 Neither
know What is betid to Cloten; but remain Perplex'd in all。 The heavens
still must work。 Wherein I am false I am honest; not true; to be true。 These
present wars shall find I love my country; Even to the note o' th' King; or
I'll fall in them。 All other doubts; by time let them be clear'd: Fortune
brings in some boats that are not steer'd。 Exit
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SCENE IV。 Wales。 Before the cave of BELARIUS
Enter BELARIUS; GUIDERIUS; and ARVIRAGUS
GUIDERIUS。 The noise is round about us。 BELARIUS。 Let us from
it。 ARVIRAGUS。 What pleasure; sir; find we in life; to lock it From action
and adventure? GUIDERIUS。 Nay; what hope Have we in hiding us? This
way the Romans Must or for Britons slay us; or receive us For barbarous
and unnatural revolts During their use; and slay us after。 BELARIUS。 Sons;
We'll higher to the mountains; there secure us。 To the King's party there's
no going。 Newness Of Cloten's death… we being not known; not muster'd
Among the bands…may drive us to a render Where we have liv'd; and so
extort from's that Which we have done; whose answer would be death;
Drawn on with torture。 GUIDERIUS。 This is; sir; a doubt In such a time
nothing becoming you Nor satisfying us。 ARVIRAGUS。 It is not likely
That when they hear the Roman horses neigh; Behold their quarter'd fires;
have both their eyes And ears so cloy'd importantly as now; That they will
waste their time upon our note; To know from whence we are。 BELARIUS。
O; I am known Of many in the army。 Many years; Though Cloten then but
young; you see; not wore him From my remembrance。 And; besides; the
King Hath not deserv'd my service nor your loves; Who find in my exile
the want of breeding; The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless To have
the courtesy your cradle promis'd; But to be still hot summer's tanlings and
The shrinking slaves of winter。 GUIDERIUS。 Than be so; Better to cease
to be。 Pray; sir; to th' army。 I and my brother are not known; yourself So
out of thought; and thereto so o'ergrown; Cannot be questioned。
ARVIRAGUS。 By this sun that shines; I'll thither。 What thing is't that I
never Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood But that of coward
hares; hot goats; and venison! Never bestrid a horse; save one that had A
rider like myself; who ne'er wore rowel Nor iron on his heel! I am asham'd
To look upon the holy sun; to have The benefit of his blest beams;
remaining So long a poor unknown。 GUIDERIUS。 By heavens; I'll go! If
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