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Britain. The garden behind Cymbeline's palace.
Enter TWO GENTLEMEN.
1 Gen. You do not meet a man, but frowns : our
bloods 1 No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers Still seem, as does the king's. 2 Gen.
But what's the matter? 1 Gen. His daughter, and the heir of his king
dom, whom He
purposed to his wife's sole son, (a widow, That late he married) hath referr'd herself Unto a poor but worthy gentleman. She's wedded; Her husband banish’d; she imprison'd: all Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king Be touch'd at very
heart. 2 Gen.
None but the king ?
1 Inclination, natural disposition.
1 Gen. He, that hath lost her too : so is the
queen, That most desired the match : but not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at. 2 Gen.
And why so ? 1 Gen. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a
thing Too bad for bad report; and he that hath her, (I mean, that married her,-alack, good man !And therefore sh’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 Gen.
You speak him far.1 1 Gen. I do extend him, sir, within himself ; 2 Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly. 2 Gen.
What's his name and birth ? 1 Gen. I cannot delve him to the root. His
! You are lavish in your encomiums.
He served with glory and admired success ;
I honor him Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me, Is she sole child to the king? 1 Gen.
His only child.
1 Formed their manners.
He had two sons: (if this be worth your hearing,
How long is this ago ? 1 Gen. Some twenty years. 2 Gen. That a king's children should be so con
vey'd, So slackly guarded, and the search so slow, That could not trace them! 1 Gen.
Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir.
2 Gen. I do well believe you.
1 Gen. We must forbear. Here comes the queen and princess.
Enter QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.
restraint. For you, Posthumus, So soon as I can win the offended king, I will be known your advocate : marry, yet
The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good
Please your highness,
You know the peril :-
[Exit Queen. Imo.
You must be gone;
angry eyes; not comforted to live,
My queen! my mistress !