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Enter CYMBELINE, and Lords.

Post. Alack, the king!

Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight!

If, after this command, thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou dy'st: Away!

Thou art poison to my blood.

Post. The gods protect you!

And bless the good remainders of the court!

I am gone.

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

Cym. O disloyal thing,

That should'st repair my youth; thou heapest

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.

Cym. Past grace? obedience?

[Exit.

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

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Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of iny queen!

Imo. O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.

Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st 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 lov'd Posthumus:
You bred him as my play-fellow; and he is
A man, worth any woman; over-buys me
Almost the sum he pays.

Cym. What!-art thou mad?

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Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!-Would I

were

A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus

Our neighbour shepherd's son !

Re-enter Queen.

Cym. Thou foolish thing!

They were again together: you have done

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[To the Queen.

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 com-

fort

Out of your best advice.

Cym. Nay, let her languish

A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,

Die of this folly!

[Exit.

Enter

Enter PISANIO.

Queen. Fie!-you must give way:

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Here is your servant.-How now, sir, what news?

Pis. My lord, your son drew on my master.

Queen. Ha!

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.

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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 Africk 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
To bring him to the haven: left these notes
Of what commands I should be subject to,
When it pleas'd 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 a while.

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Imo. About some half hour hence, pray you, speak

with me:

B..

You

You shall, at least, go see my lord aboard:

For this time, leave me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Enter CLOTEN, and two Lords.

1 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.

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Clot. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift itHave I hurt him?

2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience.

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[Aside. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thorough-fare for steel, if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o' the backside the town.

Clot. The villain would not stand me.

[Aside.

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2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward your

face.

[Aside.

1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own but he added to your having; gave you some ground.

2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans : Puppies! Clot. I would, they had not come between us.

[Aside.

2 Lord.

2 Lord. So would I, 'till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground.

[Aside.

Clot. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!

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2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd. [Aside.

1 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.

2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.

[Aside. Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there had been some hurt done!

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2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of

an ass, which is no great hurt.

Clot. You'll go with us?

1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

Clot. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord.

SCENE IV.

[Aside.

[Exeunt.

IMOGEN'S Apartments. 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

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As offer'd mercy is.

What was the last

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