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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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