He serv'd with glory and admir'd success :
So gain'd the sur-addition, Leonatus:
And had, besides this gentleman in question,
Two other sons, who, in the wars o'the time,
Died with their swords in hand; for which their

father
(Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow,
That he quit being; and his gentle lady,
Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas’d
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe
To his protection; calls him Posthumus;
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber :
Puts him to all the learnings that his time
Could make him the receiver of; which he took,
As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and
In his spring became a harvest: Liv'd in court,
(Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, most lov’d:*
A sample to the youngest; to the more mature,
A glass that feated them ;' and to the graver,
A child that guided dotards: to his mistress, 6
For whom he now is banish'd,-her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue ;
By her election may be truly read,

sion of Britain, he agreed to pay an annual tribute to Rome. After his death, Tenantius, Lud's younger son (his elder brother Androgeus having fled to Rome) was established on the throne, of which they had been unjustly deprived by their uncle. Ac. cording to some authorities, Tenantius quietly paid the tribute stipulated by Cassibelạn; according to others, he refused to pay it, and warred with the Romans. Shakspeare supposes the latter to be the truth,

- Liv'd in court, ( Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, most lov'd :] This encomium is high and artful. To be at once in any great degree loved and praised, is truly rare. Johnson.

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?
i Gent.

His only child.
He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing,
Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old,
I’ the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery
Where stolen ; and to this hour, no guess in know-

ledge
Which way they went.
2 Gent.

How long is this ago ?
í Gent. Some twenty years,
2 Gent. That a king's children should be so con-

yey'd!
So slackly guarded! And the search so slow,
That could not trace them!
i Gent.

Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,
Yet is it true, sir.
2 Gent.

I do well believe you.
i Gent. We must forbear; Here comes the queen,
and princess

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The same.
Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and IMOGEN.
Queen. No, be assurd, 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
That lock up your 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,
You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience
Your wisdom may inform you.
Post.

Please your highness,
I will from hence to-day.
Queen. .

You know the peril :
I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king
Hath charg'd you should not speak together.

Exit Queen. Imo.

O Dissembling courtesy !. How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds!--My dearest husband, I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing, (Always reserv'd my holy duty,)? what His rage can do on me: You must be gone; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes ; not comforted to live, But that there is this jewel in the world, That I may see again. Post.

My queen! my mistress! 0, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth. My residence in Rome at one Philario's ; Who to my father was a friend, to me Known but by letter: thither write, my queen, And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send, Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter Queen.

Be brief, I pray you:

Queen.

?? Always reserv'd my holy duty,)] I say I do not fear my father, so far as I may say it without breach of duty.

If the king come, I shall incur I know not
How much of his displeasure: Yet I'll move him

[Aside.
To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends
Pays dear for my offences.

[Exit. Post.

Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu !

Imo. Nay, stay a little:
Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
This diamond was my mother's : take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.
Post.

How! how! another?-
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And sear up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death !-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 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 on her Arm. Imo.

O, the gods ! When shall we see again?

Enter CYMBELINE and Lords. Post.

Alack, the king!
Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid ! hence, from my

sight!
If, after this command, thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou diest : Away!
Thou art poison to my blood.
Post.

The gods protect you!
And bless the good remainders of the court!
I am gone.

[Erit,
Ino. There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is.
Сут.

O disloyal thing,
That should'st repair my youth ; thou heapest
A year's age on me!
Imo.

I beseech you, sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation; I
Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.?
Cym.

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.3 Cym. Thou took’st a beggar; would'st have made

my throne A seat for baseness. Imo.

No; I rather added A lustre to it,

2 a touch more rare

Subdues all pangs, all fears.] i. e, a more exquisite feeling; a superior sensation. 3 a puttock.] A puttock is a mean degenerate species of hawk, too worthless to deserve training.