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Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Look here, love;
How, how ! another ?
Remain, remain thou here While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles I still win of you : for my sake wear this; It is a manacle of love ; I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner.
(Putting a bracelet upon her arm. Imo.
O the gods ! When shall we see again ?
Enter CYMBELINE and Lords.
Alack, the king!
If after this command thou fraught the court
The gods protect you !
(Exit. 116. sear up, wither, shrivel shroud) suggested the latter away.
Grant White proposed phrase. cere, Singer seal, for sear; but
124. see, see each other. the bonds of death 'bind' by 125. avoid, begone! wasting away. Probably, how 126. fraught, burden. ever, the associations of 'cere' 129. the good remainders the and cere-cloth (the waxed linen 'good' whom I leave behind me.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
O disloyal thing,
I beseech you, sir,
Past grace? obedience ?
made my throne A seat for baseness. Imo.
No; I rather added
Cym. . O thou vile one!
fault that I have loved Posthumus : You bred him as my playfellow, and he is A man worth any woman, overbuys me Almost the sum he pays. Cym. .
What, art thou mad ?
Thou foolish thing ! 150 135. senseless of, insensible 137. that way, past grace ;
past grace' as being past 135. a touch more rare, a more blessedness. poignant feeling.
140. puttock, kite. 129
Queen. . Beseech your patience. Peace,
Nay, let her languish
Fie! you must give way.
Enter PISANIO. Here is your servant.
sir ! What news ? Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. Queen.
Ha ! 166
There might have been,
I am very glad on’t.
To draw upon an exile ! O brave sir !
Pis. On his command: he would not suffer
To bring him to the haven ; left these notes 168. needle (probably pronounced neeld).
Of what commands I should be subject to,
This hath been
I humbly thank your highness.
About some half-hour hence,
pray you, speak with me : you shall at least Go see my ford aboard : for this time leave me.
A public place.
Enter CLOTEN and two Lords. First Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice : where air comes out, air comes in : there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?
Sec. Lord. [Aside] No, 'faith ; not so much as his patience.
First Lord. Hurt him! his body 's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt : it is a throughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
Sec. Lord. [Aside] His steel was in debt ; it went o' the backside the town.
Clo. The villain would not stand me.
Sec. Lord. [Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward
face. 176. walk, walk aside, with 13. it went o' the backside the draw.
town, i.e. slunk, like a debtor 10. passable, allowing free avoiding his creditors, round the passage.
outskirts of Cloten's person.
First Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own : but he added to your having; gave you some ground. Sec. Lord. [Aside] As many inches as you have
Sec. Lord. [Aside] So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
Clo. And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!
Sec. Lord. [Aside] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.
First Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together : she's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.
Sec. Lord. [Aside] She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.
Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done!
Sec. Lord. [Aside] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
Clo. You 'll go with us?
SCENE III. A room in Cymbeline's palace. .
Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO. Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'
the haven, And question'dst every sail : if he should write, And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost, 33. sign, outward semblance ; show.