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Nor tent to bottom that. But speak.
Not so, neither:
well. It cannot be,
Imo. Some Roman courtezan.
No, on my life.
Why, good fellow, What shall I do the while? Where bide? How live? Or in my life what comfort, when I am Dead to my husband ? Pis.
If you'll back to the court, Imo. No court, no father; nor no more ado With that harsh, noble, simple, nothing: That Cloten, whose love-suit hath been to me As fearful as a siege. Pis.
If not at court, Then not in Britain must
Where then? Hath Britain all the sun that shines ? Day, night, Are they not but in Britain? I'the world's volume Our Britain seems as of it, but not in it; In a great pool, a swan's nest; Pr’ythee, think There's livers out of Britain. Pis.
I am most glad You think of other place. The embassador, Lucius the Roman, comes to Milford-Haven
To-morrow: Now, if you could wear a mind
O, for such means !
Well then, here's the point:
Nay, be brief:
First, make yourself but like one.
• As quarrellous as the weasel :) This character of the wcasel is not warranted by naturalists. Weasels, however, were formerly kept in houses instead of cats, for the purpose of killing vermin,
From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Present yourself, desire his service, tell him Wherein you are happy,“ (which you'll make him
know, If that his head have ear in musick,) doubtless With joy he will embrace you; for he's honourable, And, doubling that, most holy. Your means abroad? You have me, rich; and I will never fail Beginning, nor supplyment. Imo.
Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. Pr’ythee, away.:. There's more to be consider'd; but we'll even All that good time will give us: This attempt I'm soldier to,& and will abide it with A prince's courage. Away, I pr’ythee. .
Pis. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell; Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, Here is a box: I had it from the queen; What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea, 16.!! Or stomach-qualm’d at land, a dram of this is Will drive away distemper.---To some shade, And fit you to your manhood :--May the gods. 1,40 Direct
you to the best! Imo.
Amen: I thank thee.
6 Wherein you are happy,] i. e. wherein you are accomplished. 2;
-"your means abroad, &c.] As for your subsistence abroad, you may rely on me.
This attempt I'm soldier to,].i. e. I am equal to this attempt; I have enough of ardour to undertake it.
A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and
Thanks, royal sir,
Our subjects, sir,
So, sir, I desire of you
Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit:So, farewell, noble Lucius. Luc.
Your hand, my lord. Clo. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc.
Sir, the event Is yet to name the winner : Fare you well. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my
lords, Till he have cross’d the Severn.--Happiness!
[Exeunt Lucius, and Lords, Queen. He goes hence frowning: but it honours
us, That we have given him cause. Clo.
Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it.
Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor How it goes here. It fits us therefore, ripely, Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness: The powers that he already hath in Gallia Will soon be drawn to head, from whence he moves His war for Britain. Queen.
'Tis not sleepy business ; But must be look'd to speedily, and strongly.
Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus,
[Exit an Attendant. Queen.
Royal sir, Since the exile of Posthumus, most retir'd Hath her life been; the cure whereof, iny lord, 'Tis time must do. 'Beseech your majesty, Forbear sharp speeches to her: She's a lady So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, And strokes death to her.
Re-enter an Attendant.
Where is she, sir} How Can her contempt be answer'd? Atten.
Please you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer That will be given to the loud'st of noise we make.
Queen. My lord, when last I went to visit her, She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close; Whereto constrain'd by her infirmity, She should that duty leave unpaid to you, Which daily she was bound to proffer: this