Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of my queen! Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock. 2 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. O thou vile one! Sir, Cym. Imo. It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus : Cym. What! -art thou mad! Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!-'Would I were A neat-herd's daughter! 3 and my Leonatus pen her up. Queen. 'Beseech your patience: — - Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace; -Sweet sovereign, comfort make yourself some ? A kite. 4 Consideration. Cym. Nay, let her languish A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, [Exit. Ha! Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. Queen. No harm, I trust, is done? Pist. 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! master? Why came you from your 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. This hath been Queen. I Pis. Queen. Pray, walk a while. Imo. I humbly thank your highness. About some half hour hence, pray you, speak with me: you shall, at least, Go see my lord aboard: for this time, leave me. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A publick Place. 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. Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it Have I hurt him? 2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience. [Aside. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt. 2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o'the back side the town. Glo. The villain would not stand me. [Aside. 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! [Aside. Clo. I would, they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground. [Aside. Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me! 2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. [Aside. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and Cym. Nay, let her languish A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, Die of this folly! Queen. [Exit. Ha! Here is your servant. news? Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. Queen. No harm, I trust, is done? Pist. 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! 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. About some half hour hence, Queen. Pray, walk a while. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A publick Place. 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. Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it Have I hurt him? 2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience. [Aside. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt. 2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o'the back side the town. [Aside. Glo. The villain would not stand me. 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! [Aside. Clo. I would, they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground. [Aside. Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me! 2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. [Aside. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and |