2 Gent. None but the king? 1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, That most desir'd the match: But not a courtier, Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not 2 Gent. And why so? 20 1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her (I mean, that marry'd her—alack, good man!And therefore banish'd), is a creature such, As, to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that should compare. I do not think, So fair an outward, and such stuff within, Endows a man but he. 2 Gent. You speak him far. 1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly. 2 Gent. What's his name, and birth? 20 1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour, 40 Dy'd Dy'd with their swords in hand: for which, their father (Then old and fond of issue) took such sorrow, What kind of man he is. 2 Gent. I honour him Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me, Is she sole child to the king? 1 Gent. His only child. He had two sons (if this be worth your hearing, 50 ნა I' the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stolen; and to this hour, no guess in knowledge Which way they went. 2 Gent. How long is this ago? 2 1 Gent. 1 Gent. Some twenty years. 70 2 Gent. That a king's children should be so con vey'd ! So slackly guarded! And the search so slow, 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, 2 Gent. I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the gentle man, The queen, and princess. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter the Queen, POSTHUMUS, IMOGEN, and Attendants. Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most step-mothers, Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys 80 That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, Post. I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying Imo. O dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant His rage can do on me: You must be gone; Post. My queen! my mistress! O, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause Than doth become a man! I will remain Known but by letter; thither write, my queen, Re-enter Queen. Queen. Be brief, I pray you : If the king come, I shall incur I know not 100 110 How How much of his displeasure :-Yet I'll move him To walk this way: I never do him wrong, [Aside. But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; Post. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, Were you but riding forth to air yourself, [Exit. Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; Post. How! how! another? You gentle gods, give me but this I have, 121 130 With bonds of death!-Remain, remain thou here [Putting on the Ring. While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To you 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 |