Cymbeline

thumb|Fear no more the heat o' the sunNor the furious winter's rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:Golden lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Cymbeline, a play of uncertain date by William Shakespeare, was produced as early as 1611. It has been described as a tragi-comedy or a romance and is set in pre-Roman Britain. Act I Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. Iachimo, scene iv His fortunes all lie speechless, and his nameIs at last gasp. Queen, scene v Boldness be my friend!Arm me, audacity, from head to foot! Iachimo, scene vi Act II Every Jack-slave hath his belly-full of fighting. Cloten, scene i The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd senseRepairs itself by rest. Iachimo, scene ii How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily. Iachimo, scene ii 'Tis her breathing thatPerfumes the chamber thus. Iachimo, scene ii The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. 1 Lord, scene iii Hark! hark! The lark at heaven's gate sings,And Phoebus 'gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chalic'd flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes;With everything that pretty is,My lady sweet, arise:Arise, arise. Cloten, scene iii As chaste as unsunn'd snow. Posthumus, scene v Act III Some griefs are med'cinable. Imogen, scene ii O, for a horse with wings! Imogen, scene ii Often, to our comfort, shall we findThe sharded beetle in a safer holdThan is the full-wing'd eagle. Belarius, scene iii Richer, than doing nothing for a bribe;Prouder, than rustling in unpaid-for silk. Belarius, scene iii Our cageWe make a choir, as doth the prison'd birdAnd sing our bondage freely. Arviragus, scene iii The art o' the court,As hard to leave as keep; whose top to climbIs certain falling, or so slippery thatThe fear’s as bad as falling. Belarius, scene iii The game is up! Belarius, scene iii 'Tis slander,Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongueOutvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breathRides on the posting winds, and doth belieAll corners of the world. Pisanio, scene iv Some jay of Italy,Whose mother was her painting, hath betray’d him:Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion. Imogen, scene iv It is no act of common passage, butA strain of rareness. Imogen, scene iv I have not slept one wink. Pisanio, scene iv Thou art all the comfortThe gods will diet me with. Imogen, scene iv WearinessCan snore upon the flint, when resty slothFinds the down pillow hard. Belarius, scene vi By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,An earthly paragon! Behold divinenessNo elder than a boy. Belarius, scene vi Act IV Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. Guiderius, scene ii I thought he slept, and putMy clouted brogues from off my feet. Arviragus, scene ii With fairest flowers,Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,I'll sweeten thy sad grave; thou shall not lackThe flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, norThe azur'd harebell, like thy veins. Arviragus, scene ii Fear no more the heat o' the sunNor the furious winter's rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages:Golden lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Guiderius, scene ii Act V O, the charity of a penny cord! it sums up thousands in a trice. 1 Gaoler, scene iv O, never say hereafterBut I am truest speaker: you call’d me brotherWhen I was but your sister; I you, brothers,When you were so indeed. Imogen, scene v External links Category:Shakespearean comedies