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Cymbeline - Act 4, scene 1
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Cymbeline - Act 4, scene 1Act 4, scene 1
Scene 1
Synopsis:
Cloten, dressed in Posthumus’s garments, arrives at the spot where he plans to cut off Posthumus’s head and rape Imogen.
Enter Cloten alone, ⌜dressed in Posthumus’s garments.⌝CLOTEN 2206 I am near to th’ place where they should meet,
2207 if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments
2208 serve me! Why should his mistress, who
2209 was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit
2210 5 too? The rather, saving reverence of the word, for
2211 ’tis said a woman’s fitness comes by fits. Therein I
2212 must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself,
2213 for it is not vainglory for a man and his glass to
2214 confer in his own chamber. I mean, the lines of my
2215 10 body are as well drawn as his, no less young, more
2216 strong; not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him
2217 in the advantage of the time, above him in birth,
2218 alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable
2219 in single oppositions. Yet this imperceiverant
2220 15 thing loves him in my despite. What
2221 mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is
2222 growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour
2223 be off, thy mistress enforced, thy garments cut to
2224 pieces before thy face; and all this done, spurn her
2225 20 home to her father, who may haply be a little angry
2226 or my so rough usage. But my mother, having
2227 power of his testiness, shall turn all into my commendations.
2228 My horse is tied up safe. Out, sword,
2229 and to a sore purpose. Fortune, put them into my
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25 hand! This is the very description of their meeting2231 place, and the fellow dares not deceive me.
He ⌜draws his sword and⌝ exits.