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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Cymbeline
[I, 1]

(stage directions)

83

[Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and IMOGEN]

2

Cymbeline
[I, 1]

Imogen

134

Nay, stay a little:
Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.

3

Cymbeline
[I, 3]

(stage directions)

270

[Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO]

4

Cymbeline
[I, 6]

(stage directions)

601

[Enter IMOGEN]

5

Cymbeline
[II, 1]

Second Lord

900

I'll attend your lordship.
[Exeunt CLOTEN and First Lord]
That such a crafty devil as is his mother
Should yield the world this ass! a woman that
Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest,
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'ld make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked
That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land!

6

Cymbeline
[II, 2]

(stage directions)

918

[IMOGEN in bed, reading; a Lady attending]

7

Cymbeline
[II, 3]

Cloten

983

Winning will put any man into courage. If I could
get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough.
It's almost morning, is't not?

8

Cymbeline
[II, 3]

(stage directions)

1080

[Enter IMOGEN]

9

Cymbeline
[III, 2]

(stage directions)

1532

[Enter IMOGEN]

10

Cymbeline
[III, 4]

(stage directions)

1719

[Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN]

11

Cymbeline
[III, 5]

Pisanio

2080

[Aside] I'll write to my lord she's dead. O Imogen,
Safe mayst thou wander, safe return again!

12

Cymbeline
[III, 6]

(stage directions)

2143

[Enter IMOGEN, in boy's clothes]

13

Cymbeline
[III, 6]

(stage directions)

2195

[Re-enter IMOGEN]

14

Cymbeline
[IV, 2]

(stage directions)

2314

[Enter, from the cave, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS,]
ARVIRAGUS, and IMOGEN]

15

Cymbeline
[IV, 2]

Belarius

2316

[To IMOGEN] You are not well: remain here in the cave;
We'll come to you after hunting.

16

Cymbeline
[IV, 2]

Arviragus

2318

[To IMOGEN]. Brother, stay here
Are we not brothers?

17

Cymbeline
[IV, 2]

Belarius

2375

And shalt be ever.
[Exit IMOGEN, to the cave]
This youth, how'er distress'd, appears he hath had
Good ancestors.

18

Cymbeline
[IV, 2]

Belarius

2572

Look, here he comes,
And brings the dire occasion in his arms
Of what we blame him for.
[Re-enter ARVIRAGUS, with IMOGEN, as dead,]
bearing her in his arms]

19

Cymbeline
[IV, 3]

Cymbeline

2825

Again; and bring me word how 'tis with her.
[Exit an Attendant]
A fever with the absence of her son,
A madness, of which her life's in danger. Heavens,
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time
When fearful wars point at me; her son gone,
So needful for this present: it strikes me, past
The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure and
Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee
By a sharp torture.

20

Cymbeline
[IV, 3]

Pisanio

2870

I heard no letter from my master since
I wrote him Imogen was slain: 'tis strange:
Nor hear I from my mistress who did promise
To yield me often tidings: neither know I
What is betid to Cloten; but remain
Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work.
Wherein I am false I am honest; not true, to be true.
These present wars shall find I love my country,
Even to the note o' the king, or I'll fall in them.
All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd:
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.