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Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.
Post.

How, how ! another ?
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And sear up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death! [Putting on the ring]

Remain, remain thou here
While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest,
As I my poor self did exchange for you,
To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles
I still win of you : for my sake wear this;
It is a manacle of love ; I'll place it
Upon this fairest prisoner.

(Putting a bracelet upon her arm. Imo.

O the gods ! When shall we see again ?

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Enter CYMBELINE and Lords.
Post.

Alack, the king !
Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid ! hence, from

my sight!

I am gone.

If after this command thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou diest : away!
Thou 'rt poison to my blood.
Post.

The gods protect you!
And bless the good remainders of the court !

[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.

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140

Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is.
Cym.

O disloyal thing,
That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st
A year's age on me.
Imo.

I beseech you, sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation :
I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.
Сут.

Past grace? obedience ?
Imo. Past hope, and in despair ; that way, past

grace.
Cym. That mightst have had the sole son of

my queen!
Imo. O blest, that I might not ! I chose an eagle,
And did avoid a puttock.
Cym. Thou took’st a beggar; wouldst have

made my throne A seat for baseness. Imo.

No; I rather added
A lustre to it.

Cym. O thou vile one!
Imo.

Sir,
It is
your

fault that I have loved Posthumus :
You bred him as my playfellow, and he is
A man worth any woman, overbuys me
Almost the sum he pays.
Cym.

What, art thou mad ?
Imo. Almost, sir : heaven restore me ! Would

I were
A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus
Our neighbour shepherd's son!
Сут.

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

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VOL. IV

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Re-enter QUEEN.
They were again together : you have done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her up.
Queen.

Beseech your patience. Peace,
Dear lady daughter, peace ! Sweet sovereign,
Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some

comfort
Out of your best advice.
Cym.

Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
Die of this folly ! [Exeunt Cymbeline and Lords.
Queen.

Fie! you must give way.

How now,

Enter PISANIO. Here is your servant.

sir ! What news ? Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. Queen.

Ha ! 166
No harm, I trust, is done ?
Pis.

There might have been,
But that my master rather play'd than fought
And had no help of anger : they were parted
By gentlemen at hand.
Queen.

I am very glad on’t.
Imo. Your son 's my father's friend; he takes

his part.

To draw upon an exile ! O brave sir !
I would they were in Afric both together;
Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
The goer-back. Why came you from your master?

Pis. On his command: he would not suffer

me

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To bring him to the haven ; left these notes

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168. needle (probably pronounced neeld).

Of what commands I should be subject to,
When't pleased you to employ me.
Queen.

This hath been
Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour
He will remain so.
Pis.

I humbly thank your highness.
Queen. Pray, walk awhile.
Imo.

About some half-hour hence,
I

pray you, speak with me : you shall at least Go see my ford aboard : for this time leave me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The same.

A public place.

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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

your

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.

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Oceans.

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

Puppies !
Clo. I would they had not come between us.

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?
First Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

.
Clo. Nay, come, let's go together.
Sec. Lord. Well, my lord.

[Exeunt.

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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.

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