Shakespeare CYMBELINE

Enriched edition. Including The Classic Biography: The Life of William Shakespeare
1. Auflage 2017
ISBN: 978-80-272-3409-7
Verlag: Musaicum Books
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Englisch, 1025 Seiten

In William Shakespeare's epic play 'Cymbeline', the reader is taken on a journey through themes of love, betrayal, and redemption set in the backdrop of ancient Britain. Throughout this tragicomedy, Shakespeare merges elements of romance and intrigue with the complex relationships between characters to create a tapestry of emotions and moral dilemmas. The play is known for its intricate plot twists and the lyrical poetry that is characteristic of Shakespeare's works, making it a captivating read for those interested in Elizabethan drama. William Shakespeare, often regarded as the greatest playwright in the English language, drew inspiration from various sources to create his diverse body of work. 'Cymbeline' showcases Shakespeare's ability to blend genres and challenge traditional notions of storytelling, solidifying his reputation as a master of the craft. It is believed that Shakespeare wrote 'Cymbeline' towards the end of his career, bringing together his years of experience and creativity. I highly recommend 'Cymbeline' to readers who appreciate Shakespeare's unparalleled skill in crafting compelling narratives and exploring the depths of human emotion. This play offers a unique blend of tragedy and comedy that will leave a lasting impact on anyone who delves into its pages.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Shakespeare, William

Weitere Mitwirkende

Ramsey, Todd

Leseproben

ACT II.

Table of Contents

SCENE I.

Enter Clotten, and the two Lords.

Clot. Was there euer man had such lucke? when I kist the Iacke vpon an vp-cast, to be hit away? I had a hundred pound on’t: and then a whorson Iacke-an-Apes, must take me vp for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oathes of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure

1. What got he by that? you haue broke his pate
with your Bowle
2. If his wit had bin like him that broke it: it would
haue run all out
Clot. When a Gentleman is dispos’d to sweare: it is
not for any standers by to curtall his oathes. Ha?
2. No my Lord; nor crop the eares of them
Clot. Whorson dog: I gaue him satisfaction? would
he had bin one of my Ranke
2. To haue smell’d like a Foole

Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in th’ earth: a pox on’t I had rather not be so Noble as I am: they dare not fight with me, because of the Queene my Mother: euery Iacke-Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting, and I must go vp and downe like a Cock, that no body can match

2. You are Cocke and Capon too, and you crow
Cock, with your combe on
Clot. Sayest thou?
2. It is not fit your Lordship should vndertake euery
Companion, that you giue offence too
Clot. No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit
offence to my inferiors
2. I, it is fit for your Lordship onely

Clot. Why so I say

1. Did you heere of a Stranger that’s come to Court
night?
Clot. A Stranger, and I not know on’t?
2. He’s a strange Fellow himselfe, and knowes it not
1. There’s an Italian come, and ‘tis thought one of
Leonatus Friends
Clot. Leonatus? A banisht Rascall; and he’s another,
whatsoeuer he be. Who told you of this Stranger?
1. One of your Lordships Pages
Clot. Is it fit I went to looke vpon him? Is there no
derogation in’t?
2. You cannot derogate my Lord
Clot. Not easily I thinke

2. You are a Foole graunted, therefore your Issues
being foolish do not derogate
Clot. Come, Ile go see this Italian: what I haue lost
to day at Bowles, Ile winne to night of him. Come: go
2. Ile attend your Lordship.
Enter.
That such a craftie Diuell as is his Mother
Should yeild the world this Asse: A woman, that
Beares all downe with her Braine, and this her Sonne,
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
And leaue eighteene. Alas poore Princesse,
Thou diuine Imogen, what thou endur’st,
Betwixt a Father by thy Stepdame gouern’d,
A Mother hourely coyning plots: A Wooer,
More hatefull then the foule expulsion is
Of thy deere Husband. Then that horrid Act
Of the diuorce, heel’d make the Heauens hold firme
The walls of thy deere Honour. Keepe vnshak’d
That Temple thy faire mind, that thou maist stand
T’ enioy thy banish’d Lord: and this great Land.
Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter Imogen, in her Bed, and a Lady.

Imo. Who’s there? My woman: Helene?
La. Please you Madam
Imo. What houre is it?
Lady. Almost midnight, Madam
Imo. I haue read three houres then:
Mine eyes are weake,
Fold downe the leafe where I haue left: to bed.
Take not away the Taper, leaue it burning:
And if thou canst awake by foure o’th’ clock,
I prythee call me: Sleepe hath ceiz’d me wholly.
To your protection I commend me, Gods,
From Fayries, and the Tempters of the night,
Guard me beseech yee.
Sleepes.

Iachimo from the Trunke.

Iach. The Crickets sing, and mans ore-labor’d sense
Repaires it selfe by rest: Our Tarquine thus
Did softly presse the Rushes, ere he waken’d
The Chastitie he wounded. Cytherea,
How brauely thou becom’st thy Bed; fresh Lilly,
And whiter then the Sheetes: that I might touch,
But kisse, one kisse. Rubies vnparagon’d,
How deerely they doo’t: ‘Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the Chamber thus: the Flame o’th’ Taper
Bowes toward her, and would vnder-peepe her lids.
To see th’ inclosed Lights, now Canopied
Vnder these windowes, White and Azure lac’d
With Blew of Heauens owne tinct. But my designe.
To note the Chamber, I will write all downe,
Such, and such pictures: There the window, such
Th’ adornement of her Bed; the Arras, Figures,
Why such, and such: and the Contents o’th’ Story.
Ah, but some naturall notes about her Body,
Aboue ten thousand meaner Moueables
Would testifie, t’ enrich mine Inuentorie.
O sleepe, thou Ape of death, lye dull vpon her,
And be her Sense but as a Monument,
Thus in a Chappell lying. Come off, come off;
As slippery as the Gordian-knot was hard.
‘Tis mine, and this will witnesse outwardly,
As strongly as the Conscience do’s within:
To’th’ madding of her Lord. On her left brest
A mole Cinque-spotted: Like the Crimson drops
I’th’ bottome of a Cowslippe. Heere’s a Voucher,
Stronger then euer Law could make; this Secret
Will force him thinke I haue pick’d the lock, and t’ane
The treasure of her Honour. No more: to what end?
Why should I write this downe, that’s riueted,
Screw’d to my memorie. She hath bin reading late,
The Tale of Tereus, heere the leaffe’s turn’d downe
Where Philomele gaue vp. I haue enough,
To’th’ Truncke againe, and shut the spring of it.
Swift, swift, you Dragons of the night, that dawning
May beare the Rauens eye: I lodge in feare,
Though this a heauenly Angell: hell is heere.
Clocke strikes One, two, three: time, time.
Enter.

SCENE III.

Enter Clotten, and Lords.

1. Your Lordship is the most patient man in losse, the most coldest that euer turn’d vp Ace

Clot. It would make any man cold to loose

1. But not euery man patient after the noble temper of your Lordship; You are most hot, and furious when you winne. Winning will put any man into courage: if I could get this foolish Imogen, I should haue Gold enough: it’s almost morning, is’t not? 1 Day, my Lord

Clot. I would this Musicke would come: I am aduised to giue her Musicke a mornings, they say it will penetrate. Enter Musitians.

Come on, tune: If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so: wee’l try with tongue too: if none will do, let her remaine: but Ile neuer giue o’re. First, a very excellent good conceyted thing; after a wonderful sweet aire, with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consider.

SONG.

Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heauens gate sings, and Phoebus gins arise, His Steeds to water at those Springs on chalic’d Flowres that lyes: And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden eyes With euery thing that pretty is, my Lady sweet arise: Arise, arise. So, get you gone: if this penetrate, I will consider your Musicke the better: if it do not, it is a voyce in her eares which Horse-haires, and Calues-guts, nor the voyce of vnpaued Eunuch to boot, can neuer amend. Enter Cymbaline, and Queene.

2 Heere comes the King

Clot. I am glad I was vp so late, for that’s the reason
I was vp so earely: he cannot choose but take this Seruice
I haue done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Maiesty,
and to my gracious Mother
Cym. Attend you here the doore of our stern daughter
Will she not forth?
Clot. I haue assayl’d her with Musickes, but she vouchsafes
no notice
Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new,
She hath not yet forgot him, some more time
Must weare the print of his remembrance on’t,
And then she’s yours
Qu. You are most bound to’th’ King,
Who let’s go by no vantages, that may
Preferre you to his daughter: Frame your selfe
To orderly solicity, and be friended
With aptnesse of the season: make denials
Encrease your Seruices: so seeme, as if
You were inspir’d to do those duties which
You tender to her: that you in all obey her,
Saue when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senselesse
Clot. Senselesse? Not so Mes. So like you (Sir) Ambassadors from Rome;
The one is Caius Lucius
Cym. A worthy Fellow,
Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
But that’s no fault of his: we must receyue him
According to the Honor of his Sender,
And towards himselfe, his goodnesse forespent on vs
We must extend our notice: Our deere Sonne,
When you haue giuen good morning to your Mistris,
Attend the Queene, and vs, we shall haue neede
T’ employ you towards this Romane.
Come our Queene.
Exeunt.

Clot. If she be vp, Ile speake with her: if not
Let her lye still, and dreame: by your leaue hoa,
I know her women are about her: what
If I do line one of their hands, ‘tis Gold
Which buyes admittance (oft it doth) yea, and makes
Diana’s Rangers false themselues, yeeld...