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Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
How, how ! another ?
Remain, remain thou here
(Putting a bracelet upon her arm. Imo.
O the gods ! When shall we see again ?
Enter CYMBELINE and Lords.
Alack, the king !
I am gone.
If after this command thou fraught the court
The gods protect you!
[Exit. 116. sear up, wither, shrivel shroud) suggested the latter away.
Grant White proposed phrase. cere, Singer seal, for sear; but
124. see, see each other. the bonds of death 'bind' by 125. avoid, begone! wasting away. Probably, how- 126. fraught, burden. ever, the associations of 'cere' 129. the good remainders the and cere-cloth (the waxed linen 'good' whom I leave behind me.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
O disloyal thing,
I beseech you, sir,
Past grace? obedience ?
made my throne A seat for baseness. Imo.
No; I rather added
Cym. O thou vile one!
fault that I have loved Posthumus :
What, art thou mad ?
Thou foolish thing ! 150 135. senseless of, insensible 137. that way, past grace ;
past grace' as being past 135. a touch more rare, a more blessedness. poignant feeling.
140. puttock, kite. 129
Beseech your patience. Peace,
Nay, let her languish
Fie! you must give way.
Enter PISANIO. Here is your servant.
sir ! What news ? Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. Queen.
Ha ! 166
There might have been,
I am very glad on’t.
To draw upon an exile ! O brave sir !
Pis. On his command: he would not suffer
To bring him to the haven ; left these notes
Of what commands I should be subject to,
This hath been
I humbly thank your highness.
About some half-hour hence,
pray you, speak with me : you shall at least Go see my ford aboard : for this time leave me.
A public place.
Enter CLOTEN and two Lords. First Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice : where air comes out, air comes in : there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him?
Sec. Lord. [Aside] No, 'faith ; not so much as his patience.
First Lord. Hurt him! his body 's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt : it is a throughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
Sec. Lord. [Aside] His steel was in debt ; it went o' the backside the town.
Clo. The villain would not stand me.
Sec. Lord. [Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward
face. 176. walk, walk aside, with- 13. it went o' the backside the draw.
town, i.e. slunk, like a debtor 10. passable, allowing free avoiding his creditors, round the passage.
outskirts of Cloten's person.
First Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own : but he added to your having; gave you some ground. Sec. Lord. [Aside] As many inches as you have
Sec. Lord. [Aside] So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
Clo. And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!
Sec. Lord. [Aside] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.
First Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together : she's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.
Sec. Lord. [Aside] She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.
Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done!
Sec. Lord. [Aside] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
Clo. You 'll go with us?
SCENE III. A room in Cymbeline's palace. .
Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO. Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'
the haven, And question'dst every sail : if he should write, And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost, 33. sign, outward semblance ; show.