Post. The gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. Harm not yourself with your vexation; I Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare Subdues all pangs, all fears. Cym. [Exit, Past grace? obedience? Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of my queen! Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock *. Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have made my throne It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus: pays. Cym. What!-art thou mad? Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!-'Would I were A neatherd's daughter! and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son! Cym. Re-enter Queen. Thou foolish thing! [To the Queen, They were again together: you have done Not after our command. Away with her, Queen. 'Beseech your patience :-Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace; -Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some Fie!-you must give way : Here is your servant.- -How now, sir? What news? Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. And had no help of anger: they were parted Queen. I am very glad on't. Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part. To draw upon an exile!-O brave sir! I would they were in Africk both together; Myself by with a needle, that I might prick Queen. This hath been Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour, Pis. I humbly thank your highness. Queen. Pray, walk a while. Imo. About some half hour hence, I pray you, speak with me: you shall, at least, SCENE III. A publick Place. Enter CLOTEN, and two Lords. [Exeunt. 1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacri fice: 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 itHave I hurt him? 2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience. [Aside. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt. 2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went the backside the town. [Aside. Clo. The villain would not stand me. 2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward your face. [Aside. 1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own but he added to your having; gave you some ground. 2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans: Puppies! [Aside. Clo. I would, they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground. [Aside. Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me! 2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd. [Aside. 1 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. 2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her. [Aside. Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there had been some hurt done! 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. Clo. You'll go with us? 1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. Clo. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord. [Aside. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. 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 As offer'd mercy is". What was the last That he spake to thee? Pis. 'Twas, His queen, his queen! And kiss'd it, madam. Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief? Pis. Imo. Senseless linen! happier therein than I!— And that was all? Pis. No, madam; for so long As he could make me with this eye or ear |