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You lean'd unto his fentence, with what patience
Your wisdom may inform you.
Poft. 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 fpeak together.

[Exit.
Imo. Diffembling courtefie! how fine this tyrant
Can tickle where the wounds! My deareft husband,
I fomething fear my father's wrath, but nothing
(Always referv'd my holy duty) what
His rage can do on me. You must be gone,
And I fhall here abide the hourly fhot
Of angry eyes: not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world,
That I may fee again.

Poft. My Queen! my mistress!

O Lady, weep no more, left I give cause
To be fufpected of more tenderness

Than doth become a man, I will remain

The loyall'ft husband, that did e'er plight troth;
My refidence 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 fend,
Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter Queen.

Queen. Be brief, I pray you;

If the King come, I fhall incur I know not

How much of his difpleasure -yet I'll move him [Afide.

To walk this way; I never do him wrong,

8

But he buys off my injuries to be friends,

Pays dear for my offences.

Pot. Should we be taking leave

As long a term as yet we have to live,

8 does buy

[Exit.

The

The lothness to depart would grow: adieu.
Imo. Nay, ftay a little

Were you but riding forth to air your felf,
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.

Poft. How, how? another!

You gentle Gods, give me but this I have,
And fear up my embracements from a next

With bonds of death. Remain, remain thou here,

[Putting on the ring.

While fenfe can keep thee on! and sweetest, fairest,
As I my poor felf did exchange for you
To your fo infinite lofs; fo in our trifles
I ftill win of you. For my fake wear this;
It is a manacle of love, I'll place it

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[Putting a bracelet on her arm.

ENE

Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.

Poft. Alack, the King!

III.

Cym. Thou bafeft thing, avoid, hence, from my fight: If after this command thou fraught the Court

With thy unworthiness, thou dy't. Away!
Thou'rt poifon to my blood.

Poft. The Gods protect you,

And bless the good remainders of the Court!

I'm gone.

Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death

More fharp than this is.

Cym. O difloyal thing,

9

[Exit.

That should't repair my youth, thou 'heapest many

9 heap'ft a year's

H 4

A year's

A year's age on me.

Imo. I beseech you, Sir,

Harm not your felf with your vexation;

I'm fenfelefs of your wrath;

Subdues all pangs, all fears.

a touch more rare

Cym. Patt grace? obedience?

Imo. Paft hope, and in defpair; that way paft grace.
Cym. Thou mght'ft have had the fole fon of my Queen.
Imo. O bleft that I might not! I chofe an eagle,

And did avoid a puttock.

[throne Cym. Thou took'ft a beggar; woud'ft have made my

A feat for bafenefs.

Imo. No, I rather added

A luftre to it.

Cym. O thou vile one!

Imo. Sir,

It is your fault that I have lov'd Pofthumus:
You bred him as my play-fellow; he is
A man worth any woman; over-buys me
Almoft the fum he pays.

Cym. What? art thou mad?

Imo. Almoft, Sir; heav'n restore me! would I were A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus

Our neighbour-fhepherd's fon!

Enter Queen.

Cym. Thou foolish thing!

They were again together, you have done
Not after our command. Away with her,

And pen her up.

Queen. 'Befeech your patience; peace,

Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet Sovereign,

Leave us t' ourselves, and make your felf fome comfort

Out of your beft advice,

Cym. Nay, let her languish

A drop of blood a-day, and being aged

Die of this folly.

[Exit.

Enter

Enter Pifanio.

Queen. Fie, you must give way:

Here is your fervant. How now, Sir? what news?
Pif. My Lord your fon. drew on my master.
Queen. Hah!

No harm, I trust, is done?

Pif. There might have been,

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

Queen. I'm very glad on't.

Imo. Your fon'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,

My felf by with a needle, that I might prick

The goer-back. Why came you from your mafter?
Pif. On his command; he would not fuffer me

To bring him to the haven: left these notes

Of what commands I fhould be fubject to,
When't please you to employ me.

Queen. This hath been

Your faithful fervant: I dare lay mine honour
He will remain fo.

Pif. I humbly thank your Highness.

Queen. Pray walk a while.

Imo. About fome half hour hence, pray speak with me;

You fhall, at leaft, go fee my Lord aboard.

For this time leave me.

I Lord.

SCENE IV.

Enter Cloten, and two Lords.

SIR,

[Exeunt.

R, I would advise you to fhift a hirt; the violence of action hath made you reek Where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad fo wholesome as that you vent.

as a facrifice.

Clot.

Clot. If my fhirt were bloody, then to shift it Have I hurt him?

2 Lord No, 'faith: not fo much as his patience,[Afide. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a paffable carcafs if he be not hurt. It is a thorough-fare for fteel if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His fteel was in debt, it went o' th' back[Afide. fide the town.

Clot. The villain would not stand me.

2 Lord. No, but he fled forward ftill, toward your

face.

[Afide. 1 Lord. Stand you? you have land enough of your own; but he added to your having, gave you fome ground.

2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans, puppies!

[Afide Clot. I would they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measur'd how long

[Afide Clot. And that the fhould love this fellow, and refufe

a fool you were upon the ground.

me!

2 Lord. If it be a fin to make a true election, fhe's

damn'd.

[Afide 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together. She's a good fign, but I have feen small reflection of her wit.

2 Lord. She fhines not upon fools, left the reflection fhould hurt her.

[Afide Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber: would there had been fome hurt done!

2 Lord. I with not fo; unless it had been the fall of an afs, which is no great hurt.

Clot. You'll go with us?

1 Lord. I'll attend your Lordship.
Clot. Nay, come, let's go together.
2 Lord. Well, my Lord.

[Afide.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

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