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So please you entertain me.
Ay, good youth;
Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, and Pisanio. Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her. A fever with the absence of her son; A madness, of which her life's in danger:-Heavens, How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone; my queen Upon a desperate bed; and in a time When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, So needful for this present: It strikes me, past The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow, Who needs must know of her departure, and Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee By a sharp torture. Pis.
Sir, my life is yours, I humbly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, I nothing know where she remains, why gone, Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your high
arm him.] That is, Take him up in your arms.
Hold me your loyal servant.
Good, my liege,
The time's troublesome: We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy
[To Pisanio. Does yet depend. ] Lord.
So please your majesty,
Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen! I am amaz'd with matter. i Lord.
Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of:8 come more, for more
you're ready: The want is, but to put those powers in motion, That long to move.
I thank you: Let's withdraw: And meet the time, as it seeks us. We fear not What can from Italy annoy us; but We grieve at chances here.—Away. (Exeunt.
Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings; Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain
? I am amaz'd with matter.] i. e. confounded by a variety of business.
* Your preparation can affront, &c.] Your forces are able to face such an army as we hear the enemy will bring against us.
Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work: Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be
true. These present wars shall find I love my country, Even to the note o'the king,' or I'll fall in them. All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd.
Before the Cave. Enter BelarIUS, GUIDERIUS, and ARVIRAGUS. Gui. The noise is round about us. Bel.
Let us from it.
Nay, what hope
ter'd Among the bands) may drive us to a render Where we have liv'd;and so extort from us
i — to the note o'the king,] I will so distinguish myself, the king shall remark my valour. 1 revolts-] i, e, revolters.
- a render Where we have liv'd;] An account of our place of abode. This dialogue is a just representation of the superfluous caution of an old man.
That which we've done, whose answer would be
This is, sir, a doubt,
It is not likely,
O, I am known Of many in the army: many years, Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore
Than be so,
By this sun that shines,
'— their quarter'd fires,] Quarter'd fires, I believe, ineans no more than fires in the respective quarters of the Roman army.
Nor iron on his heel? I am asham'd
By heavens, I'll go:
So say I; Amen.
thinks scorn, Till it fly out, and show them princes born.
ntoo, lads, anons long: the
ACT V. SCENE I. A Field between the British and Roman
Camps. Enter Posthumus, with a bloody Handkerchief." Post. Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I
- bloody handkerchief.] The bloody token of Imogen's death, which Pisanio in the foregoing Act determined to send.
5 Yea, bloody cloth, &c.] This is a soliloquy of nature, uttered when the effervescence of a mind agitated and perturbed, spontaneously and inadvertently discharges itself in words. The speech throughout all its tenor, if the last conceit be excepted, seems to issue warm from the heart. He first condemns his own violence ;