Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, fir. 2 Gent. I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the gentleman, The queen, and princefs. SCENE II, [Exeunt. Enter the Queen, Pofthumus, Imogen, and Attendants. Queen. No, be affur'd, you shall not find me, daughter, After the flander of moft ftep-mothers, Evil ey'd unto you: you are my prifoner, but That lock up your reftraint. For you, Pofthumus, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet Poft. Please your highness, I will from hence to-day. Queen, You know the peril : I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying [Exit. Imo. O diffembling courtefy! How fine this tyrant His rage can do on me: You must be gone; Of angry eyes; not comforted to live, ( Always referv'd my boly duty)-(As far as I may fay it without breach of duty.) But But that there is this jewel in the world, Poft. My queen! my mistress! 0, lady, weep no more; left I give caufe Than doth become a man! I will remain Re-enter Queen. Queen. Be brief, I pray you: If the king come, I fhall incur I know not How much of his difpleafure :-Yet I'll move him [Afide. To walk this way: I never do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; [Exit. grow: Adieu! Poft. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The lothness to depart would Imo. Nay, ftay a little: Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; 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 Sear]-clofe, With With bonds of death!-Remain, remain thou here [Putting on the ring. While, fenfe can keep in on! And fweeteft, faireft, To your fo infinite lofs; fo, in our trifles Cym. Thou bafeft thing, avoid! hence, from my fight! If, after this command, thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness, thou dy'ft: Away! Poft. The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders of the court! Io. There cannot be a pinch in death Cym. O difloyal thing, That should'st repair my youth; thou heapest A year's age on me! Imo. I beseech you, fir, Harm not yourself with your vexation; I Am fenfelefs of your wrath; Subdues all pangs, all fears. i Years, ages on me. k a touch more rare k a touch more rare]—a more exquifite fenfation, a nobler paffion. TEMPEST, Vol. I. p. 70. Pro. "with more urgent touches." Cym. Paft grace? obedience? Imo. Paft hope, and in defpair; that way, paft grace. Cym. That might'st have had the fole fon of my queen! Imo. O bleft, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock. Cym. Thou took'ft a beggar; would'st have made my throne A feat for baseness. 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: Cym. What!-art thou mad? Imo. Almoft, fir: Heaven restore me!-'Would I were A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's fon! Re-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 fovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice. 1a puttock.]-a kite. count. Almoft the fum he pays.]-By almoft every pang he feels on my ac Cym. Cym. Nay, let her languish A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, Die of this folly! Enter Pifanio. [Exit. Queen. Fie!-you must give way: Here is your fervant.-How now, fir? What news? No harm, I trust, is done? Pif. There might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought, Queen. I am very glad on't. Imo. Your fon's my father's friend, he takes his part. The goer back. Why came you from your master? When it pleas'd 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 you, speak with me: You fhall, at least, go fee my lord aboard: For this time, leave me, [Exeunt. SCENE |