Part of our winter season of Shakespeare's late, great plays performed for the first time in our intimate, candlelit Playhouse...
Hang there like fruit, my soul,
Till the tree die.
Innogen, daughter of King Cymbeline, has displeased her father by marrying Posthumus. In exile, Posthumus proclaims the beauty of his wife to the villainous Iachimo and lays a wager on her fidelity. But Iachimo will stop at nothing to prove that Innogen has been unfaithful – and Posthumus seems implacable in his revenge.
Strange, erotic, moving and politically charged, Cymbeline is perhaps the most psychologically acute of Shakespeare’s great late romantic quartet.