| ACT V SCENE IV | A British prison. | |
| | Enter POSTHUMUS and two Gaolers. | |
| First Gaoler | You shall not now be stol'n, you have locks upon you; | |
| | So graze as you find pasture. | |
| Second Gaoler | Ay, or a stomach. | |
| | [ Exeunt Gaolers. | |
| POSTHUMUS LEONATUS | Most welcome, bondage! for thou art away, |
| | think, to liberty: yet am I better | |
| | Than one that's sick o' the gout; since he had rather | |
| | Groan so in perpetuity than be cured | |
| | By the sure physician, death, who is the key | |
| | To unbar these locks. My conscience, thou art fetter'd |
| | More than my shanks and wrists: you good gods, give me | |
| | The penitent instrument to pick that bolt, | 10 |
| | Then, free for ever! Is't enough I am sorry? | |
| | So children temporal fathers do appease; | |
| | Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent? |
| | I cannot do it better than in gyves, | |
| | Desired more than constrain'd: to satisfy,
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| | If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take | |
| | No stricter render of me than my all. | |
| | I know you are more clement than vile men, |
| | Who of their broken debtors take a third, | |
| | A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again | 20 |
| | On their abatement: that's not my desire: | |
| | For Imogen's dear life take mine; and though | |
| | 'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life; you coin'd it: |
| | 'Tween man and man they weigh not every stamp; | |
| | Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: | |
| | You rather mine, being yours: and so, great powers, | |
| | If you will take this audit, take this life, | |
| | And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen! |
| | I'll speak to thee in silence. | |
| | [ Sleeps. | |
| | Solemn music. Enter, as in an apparition, SICILIUS LEONATUS, father to POSTHUMUS, an old man, attired like a warrior; leading in his hand an ancient matron, his wife, and mother to POSTHUMUS, with music before them: then, after other music, follow the two young LEONATI, brothers to POSTHUMUS, with wounds as they died in the wars. They circle POSTHUMUS round, as he lies sleeping. | |
| Sicilius Leonatus | No more, thou thunder-master, show | 30 |
| | Thy spite on mortal flies: | |
| | With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, | |
| | That thy adulteries |
| | Rates and revenges. | |
| | Hath my poor boy done aught but well, | |
| | Whose face I never saw? | |
| | I died whilst in the womb he stay'd | |
| | Attending nature's law: |
| | Whose father then, as men report | |
| | Thou orphans' father art, | 40 |
| | Thou shouldst have been, and shielded him | |
| | From this earth-vexing smart. | |
| Mother | Lucina lent not me her aid, |
| | But took me in my throes; | |
| | That from me was Posthumus ript, | |
| | Came crying 'mongst his foes, | |
| | A thing of pity! | |
| Sicilius Leonatus | Great nature, like his ancestry, |
| | Moulded the stuff so fair, | |
| | That he deserved the praise o' the world, | 50 |
| | As great Sicilius' heir. | |
| First Brother | When once he was mature for man, | |
| | In Britain where was he |
| | That could stand up his parallel; | |
| | Or fruitful object be | |
| | In eye of Imogen, that best | |
| | Could deem his dignity? | |
| Mother | With marriage wherefore was he mock'd, |
| | To be exiled, and thrown | |
| | From Leonati' seat, and cast | 60 |
| | From her his dearest one, | |
| | Sweet Imogen? | |
| Sicilius Leonatus | Why did you suffer Iachimo, |
| | Slight thing of Italy, | |
| | To taint his nobler heart and brain | |
| | With needless jealosy; | |
| | And to become the geck and scorn | |
| | O' th' other's villany? |
| Second Brother | For this from stiller seats we came, | |
| | Our parents and us twain, | 70 |
| | That striking in our country's cause | |
| | Fell bravely and were slain, | |
| | Our fealty and Tenantius' right |
| | With honour to maintain. | |
| First Brother | Like hardiment Posthumus hath | |
| | To Cymbeline perform'd: | |
| | Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods, | |
| | Why hast thou thus adjourn'd |
| | The graces for his merits due, | |
| | Being all to dolours turn'd? | 80 |
| Sicilius Leonatus | Thy crystal window ope; look out; | |
| | No longer exercise | |
| | Upon a valiant race thy harsh |
| | And potent injuries. | |
| Mother | Since, Jupiter, our son is good, | |
| | Take off his miseries. | |
| Sicilius Leonatus | Peep through thy marble mansion; help; | |
| | Or we poor ghosts will cry |
| | To the shining synod of the rest | |
| | Against thy deity. | 90 |
| First Brother | | Help, Jupiter; or we appeal, | |
| | | And from thy justice fly. | |
| Second Brother | | |
| | Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting upon an eagle: he throws a thunderbolt. The Apparitions fall on their knees. | |
| Jupiter | No more, you petty spirits of region low, | |
| | Offend our hearing; hush! How dare you ghosts | |
| | Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know, | |
| | Sky-planted batters all rebelling coasts? | |
| | Poor shadows of Elysium, hence, and rest |
| | Upon your never-withering banks of flowers: | |
| | Be not with mortal accidents opprest; | |
| | No care of yours it is; you know 'tis ours. | 100 |
| | Whom best I love I cross; to make my gift, | |
| | The more delay'd, delighted. Be content; |
| | Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift: | |
| | His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. | |
| | Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in | |
| | Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade! | |
| | He shall be lord of lady Imogen, |
| | And happier much by his affliction made. | |
| | This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein | |
| | Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine: | 110 |
| | and so, away: no further with your din | |
| | Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. |
| | Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline. | |
| | [ Ascends. | |
| Sicilius Leonatus | He came in thunder; his celestial breath | |
| | Was sulphurous to smell: the holy eagle | |
| | Stoop'd as to foot us: his ascension is | |
| | More sweet than our blest fields: his royal bird |
| | Prunes the immortal wing and cloys his beak, | |
| | As when his god is pleased. | |
| All | Thanks, Jupiter! | |
| Sicilius Leonatus | The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd | |
| | His radiant root. Away! and, to be blest, |
| | Let us with care perform his great behest. | |
| | [ The Apparitions vanish. | |
| Posthumus Leonatus | [ Waking ] | |
| | A father to me; and thou hast created | |
| | A mother and two brothers: but, O scorn! | |
| | Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born: | |
| | And so I am awake. Poor wretches that depend |
| | On greatness' favour dream as I have done, | |
| | Wake and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve: | |
| | Many dream not to find, neither deserve, | 130 |
| | And yet are steep'd in favours: so am I, | |
| | That have this golden chance and know not why. |
| | What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O rare one! | |
| | Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment | |
| | Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects |
| | So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers, | |
| | As good as promise. |
| | [ Reads. | |
| | "When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, | |
| | without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of | |
| | tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be | |
| | lopped branches, which, being dead many years, | |
| | shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock and |
| | freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, | |
| | Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty." | |
| | 'Tis still a dream, or else such stuff as madmen | |
| | Tongue and brain not; either both or nothing; | |
| | Or senseless speaking or a speaking such |
| | As sense cannot untie. Be what it is, | |
| | The action of my life is like it, which | |
| | I'll keep, if but for sympathy. | 150 |
| | Re-enter Gaolers. | |
| First Gaoler | Come, sir, are you ready for death? | |
| POSTHUMUS LEONATUS | Over-roasted rather; ready long ago. |
| First Gaoler | Hanging is the word, sir: if | |
| | you be ready for that, you are well cooked. | |
| POSTHUMUS LEONATUS | So, if I prove a good repast to the | |
| | spectators, the dish pays the shot. | |
| First Gaoler | A heavy reckoning for you, sir. But the comfort is, |
| | you shall be called to no more payments, fear no | |
| | more tavern-bills; which are often the sadness of | |
| | parting, as the procuring of mirth: you come in | |
| | flint for want of meat, depart reeling with too | |
| | much drink; sorry that you have paid too much, and |
| | sorry that you are paid too much; purse and brain | |
| | both empty; the brain the heavier for being too | |
| | light, the purse too light, being drawn of | |
| | heaviness: of this contradiction you shall now be | |
| | quit. O, the charity of a penny cord! It sums up |
| | thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and | |
| | creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, | |
| | the discharge: your neck, sir, is pen, book and | |
| | counters; so the acquittance follows. | |
| POSTHUMUS LEONATUS | I am merrier to die than thou art to live. | 170 |
| First Gaoler | Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the | |
| | tooth-ache: but a man that were to sleep your | |
| | sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he | |
| | would change places with his officer; for, look you, | |
| | sir, you know not which way you shall go. |
| POSTHUMUS LEONATUS | Yes, indeed do I, fellow. | |
| First Gaoler | Your death has eyes in 's head then; I have not seen | |
| | him so pictured: you must either be directed by | |
| | some that take upon them to know, or do take upon | |
| | yourself that which I am sure you do not know, or |
| | jump the after inquiry on your own peril: and how | |
| | you shall speed in your journey's end, I think you'll | |
| | never return to tell one. | |
| POSTHUMUS LEONATUS | I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to | |
| | direct them the way I am going, but such as wink and | 185 |
| | will not use them. | |
| First Gaoler | What an infinite mock is this, that a man should | |
| | have the best use of eyes to see the way of | |
| | blindness! I am sure hanging's the way of winking. | |
| | Enter a Messenger. | |
| Messenger | Knock off his manacles; bring your prisoner to the king. |
| POSTHUMUS LEONATUS | Thou bring'st good news; I am called to be made free. | |
| First Gaoler | I'll be hang'd then. | |
| POSTHUMUS LEONATUS | Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead. | |
| | [ Exeunt Posthumus and Messenger. | |
| First Gaoler | Unless a man would marry a gallows and beget young | |
| | gibbets, I never saw one so prone. Yet, on my |
| | conscience, there are verier knaves desire to live, | |
| | for all he be a Roman: and there be some of them | |
| | too that die against their wills; so should I, if I | |
| | were one. I would we were all of one mind, and one | |
| | mind good; O, there were desolation of gaolers and | 200 |
| | gallowses! I speak against my present profit, but | |
| | my wish hath a preferment in 't. | |
| | [ Exeunt. | |