Whom thou didst banish; and (which more may grieve thee, As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord? Cym. All that belongs to this. Iach. That paragon, thy daughter,- I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving, (Most like a noble lord in love, and one Quail to remember,] To quail is to sink into dejection. That had a royal lover,) took his hint; His mistress picture; which by his tongue being made, And then a mind put in't, either our brags Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Сут. Nay, nay, to the purpose. In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; By wounding his belief in her renown averring notes-] Such marks of the chamber and pictures, as averred or confirmed my report. Of chamber-hanging, pictures, this her bracelet, Post. Ay, so thou dost, [Coming forward. Italian fiend!—Ah me, most credulous fool, That's due to all the villains past, in being, To come!-O, give me cord, or knife, or poison, That all the abhorred things o'the earth amend, Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hearPost. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page, There lie thy part. Pis. [Striking her: she falls. O, gentlemen, help, help Mine, and your mistress:-O, my lord Posthúmus! Some upright justicer!] Justicer is used by Shakspeare thrice in King Lear. The most ancient law books have justicers of the peace, as frequently as justices of the peace. and she herself.] That is,-She was not only the temple of virtue, but virtue herself. You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now:-Help, help! Mine honour'd lady! Cym. Does the world go round? Wake, my mistress! Pis. To death with mortal joy. Pis. How fares my mistress? Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Breathe not where princes are. Cym. Pis. Lady, The tune of Imogen! The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if Imo. Cor. It poison'd me. O Gods!- Cym. Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? 7 these staggers-] This wild and delirious perturbation. Staggers is the horse's apoplexy. Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead. Bel. There was our error. Gui. Imo. Why did you? My boys, This is sure, Fidele. you throw your wedded lady from Think, that you are upon a rock;" and now Throw me again. Post. [Embracing him. Till the tree die! Cym. Hang there like fruit, my soul, How now, my flesh, my child? Your blessing, sir. What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? Wilt thou not speak to me? Imo. [Kneeling. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not; You had a motive for't. Cym. [To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. My tears, that fall, Prove holy water on thee! Imogen, Thy mother's dead. Imo. I am sorry for't, my lord. Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it was, That we meet here so strangely: But her son Is gone, we know not how, nor where. Pis. My lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten, Upon my lady's missing, came to me With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore, • Think, that you are upon a rock;] In this speech, or in the answer, there is little meaning. Perhaps, she would say,-Consider such another act as equally fatal to me with precipitation from a rock, and now let me see whether you will repeat it. 9 — a dullard-] In this place means a person stupidly unconcerned. |