Cymbeline: ACT V
Introduction ACT I ACT II ACT III ACT IV ACT V SCENE I. Britain. The Roman camp. SCENE II. Field of battle between the British and Roman camps. SCENE III. Another part of the field. SCENE IV. A British prison. SCENE V. Cymbeline's tent. About the Play Feedback			Search: All the plays Hamlet Coriolanus Julius Caesar King Lear Macbeth Othello Romeo and Juliet Richard II Richard III Titus Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Timon of Athens Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry the Fifth Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry VIII King John Pericles Troilus and Cressida All's Well... As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline A Midsummer... Love's Labour's Lost Measure for Measure The Merry Wives... Much Ado about Nothing The Merchant of Venice Twelfth Night The Taming of... The Tempest The Two Gentlemen... The Winter's Tale    for: SCENE I. Britain. The Roman camp. Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody handkerchief POSTHUMUS LEONATUS       Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd       Thou shouldst be colour'd thus. You married ones,       If each of you should take this course, how many       Must murder wives much better than themselves 5     For wrying but a little! O Pisanio!       Every good servant does not all commands:       No bond but to do just ones. Gods! if you       Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never       Had lived to put on this: so had you saved 10    The noble Imogen to repent, and struck       Me, wretch more worth your vengeance. But, alack,       You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love,       To have them fall no more: you some permit       To second ills with ills, each elder worse, 15    And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift.       But Imogen is your own: do your best wills,       And make me blest to obey! I am brought hither       Among the Italian gentry, and to fight       Against my lady's kingdom: 'tis enough 20    That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace!       I'll give no wound to thee. Therefore, good heavens,       Hear patiently my purpose: I'll disrobe me       Of these Italian weeds and suit myself       As does a Briton peasant: so I'll fight 25    Against the part I come with; so I'll die       For thee, O Imogen, even for whom my life       Is every breath a death; and thus, unknown,       Pitied nor hated, to the face of peril       Myself I'll dedicate. Let me make men know 30    More valour in me than my habits show.       Gods, put the strength o' the Leonati in me!       To shame the guise o' the world, I will begin       The fashion, less without and more within. Exit Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene