# Cymbeline

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 name Is 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 sense Repairs itself by rest.
** Iachimo, scene ii
* How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily.
** Iachimo, scene ii
* 'Tis her breathing that Perfumes 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 springs On chalic'd flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To 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 find The sharded beetle in a safer hold Than 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 cage We make a choir, as doth the prison'd bird And sing our bondage freely.
** Arviragus, scene iii
* The art o' the court, As hard to leave as keep; whose top to climb Is certain falling, or so slippery that The 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 tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All 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, but A strain of rareness.
** Imogen, scene iv
* I have not slept one wink.
** Pisanio, scene iv
* Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with.
** Imogen, scene iv
* Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
** Belarius, scene vi
* By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon! Behold divineness No 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 put My 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 lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins.
** Arviragus, scene ii
* Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor 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 hereafter But I am truest speaker: you call’d me brother When I was but your sister; I you, brothers, When you were so indeed.
** Imogen, scene v