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SCENE I. Britain.
The garden of Cymbeline's palace.
Enter two Gentlemen.
First Gent. You do not meet a man but frowns:
No more obey the heavens than our courtiers
Still seem as does the king.
But what's the matter?
First Gent. His daughter, and the heir of's
He purposed to his wife's sole son—a widow
1. bloods, dispositions.
3. king. Tyrwhitt's correction for Ff king's. Many conjectural emendations have been proposed; but the sense is clear, though idiomatically expressed :
-the courtiers' faces reflect the king's mood as absolutely as our dispositions the varying influence of the stars.
6. referr'd herself, committed her destiny.
None but the king?
First Gent. He that hath lost her too; so is
That most desired the match; but not a courtier,
Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not
And why so? First Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess
is a thing
Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her—
So fair an outward and such stuff within
Endows a man but he.
You speak him far.
First Gent. I do extend him, sir, within him
Crush him together rather than unfold
His measure duly.
What's his name and birth?
First Gent. I cannot delve him to the root:
Was called Sicilius, who did join his honour
22. compare, compare himself with him.
24. speak him far, give his merits a large compass.
29. join his honour, brought his renowned soldiership to the service of Cassibelan.
31. Tenantius, the father of Cymbeline.
Two other sons, who in the wars o' the time
Died with their swords in hand; for which their father,
Then old and fond of issue, took such sorrow
And in 's spring became a harvest, lived in court—
He had two sons: if this be worth your hearing,
Which way they went.
49. feated, shaped, fashioned. 51. price, worth.
52. Proclaims how she esteem'd him. By a slight change of construction this is substituted
for proclaims what he was (to his mistress).
60. no guess in knowledge, none which approves itself as true.
How long is this ago? First Gent. Some twenty years.
Sec. Gent. That a king's children should be so
So slackly guarded, and the search so slow,
That could not trace them!
Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,
I do well believe you.
First Gent. We must forbear: here comes the
The queen, and princess.
Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.
Queen. No, be assured you shall not find me,
After the slander of most stepmothers,
Evil-eyed unto you: you're my prisoner, but
For you, Posthumus,
So soon as I can win the offended king,
I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
I will from hence to-day.
Please your highness,
I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest hus
I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing-
His rage can do on me: you must be gone;
My queen! my mistress ! O lady, weep no more, lest I give cause
To be suspected of more tenderness
Than doth become a man. I will remain
Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,
Be brief, I pray you:
If the king come, I shall incur I know not
To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
Post. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow. Imo. Nay, stay a little :
IOI. Though ink be made of gall. Ox-gall was actually one of the constituents of Elizabethan ink, as is shown by contem
porary receipts for making it.
105. buy my injuries, give me satisfaction for the wrongs I do him.