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SCENE II.

The same.

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Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen.
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 That lock up your restraint. For you,

Posthúmus,
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.
Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest hus-

band,
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

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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.

mie,

JUS,

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Re-enter Queen.
Queen.

Be brief, I pray you:
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 offences.

[E.cit. 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,
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.

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Imo.
When shall we see again ?

O, the gods !

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I am gone.

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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!

Exit.
Imo. 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.

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

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my throne

A seat for baseness.
Imo.

No; I rather added
A lustre to it.
Cym.

O thou vile one!
Imo.

Sir,

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8 A more exquisite feeling.

9 A kite.

It is
your

fault that I have lov'd Posthumus :
You bred him as my playfellow; and he is
A man, worth any woman; overbuys me
Almost the sum he pays.
Сут. .

What! - art thou mad!
Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!-'Would

I were
A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus
Our neighbour shepherd's son!

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And

Re-enter Queen.
Cym.

Thou foolish thing!
They were again together : you have done

[To the Queen.
Not after our command. Away with her,
pen
her

up.
Queen. 'Beseech your patience : - Peace,
Dear lady daughter, peace; - Sweet sovereign,
Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some

comfort
Out of your best advice. ?
Cym.

Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
Die of this folly !

[Exit.

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Enter PISANIO.

Here is

Ha!

Queen. Fye! -- you must give way:
your servant.

How now, sir? What news?
Pis

. My lord your son drew on my master.
Queen.
No harm, I trust, is done?
Pis.

There might have been,
But that my master rather play'd than fought,
And had no help of anger: they were parted
By gentlemen at hand.

'Cat:lc-keeper.

Consideration.

from your

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 The goer back. - Why came you

master?
Pis. On his command: He would not suffer me
To bring him to the haven : left these notes
Of what commands I should be subject to,
When it pleas'd you to employ me.
Queen.

This hath been
Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour,
He will remain so.
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,
Go see my lord aboard : for this time, leave me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

A publick Place.

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Enter Cloten, and Two Lords. Clo. Have 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.
Clo. The villain would not stand me.
2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward

[ Aside.
1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of

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