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You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience
Your wisdom may inform you.

Post. Please your Highness,
I will from hence to-day.

Queen. You know the peril:
I'll setch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs of barr'd afsections, though the King
Hath charg'd you mould not speak together. \Exit.

Into. Dissembling courtesie! how fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,
I something sear my father's wrath, but nothing
(Always rescrv'd my holy duty) what
His rage can do on me. You must be gone,
And 1 shall here abide the hourly shot
Of angry eyes: not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world,
That I may see again.

Post. My Queen! my mistress!
O Lady, weep no more, lest I give cause
To be suspected of more tenderness
Than doth become a man. 1 will remain
The loyall'st husband, that did e'er plight troth;
My residence in Rome, at one Philario's,
Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter; thither write, my Queen,
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,
Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter Queen.

Queen. Be brief, I pray you;
If the King come, 1 shall incur I know not
How much of his displeasure —yet I'll move him \_Afide.
To walk this way; I never do him wrong,
But he 8 'buys ofP my injuries to be friends,
Pays dear for my ofsences. \_Extt.

Post. Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,

The

8 dees buy

Tbelothness to depart would grow: adieu.

Into. Nay, stay a Jittle ■ '.«'
Were you but riding forth to air your self,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love,
This diamond was my mother's; take it, heart,
But keep it 'till you woo another wise,
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. Remain, remain thou- here,

[Patting- on the ring.
While sense can keep thee on ! and sweetest, fairest,
As I my poor self did exchange for you
To your so infinite loss; so in our trines
I still win of you. For my fake wear this -r
It is a manacle of love, I'll place it .

[Putting a bracelet on her arm. Upon this fairest pris'ncr. t .

Imo. O the Gods! When shall we see again?

S C E N E IHV .

Enter Cymbeline, and Lords. Post. Alack, the King!

Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid, hence, from my fight: If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy unworthinefs, thou dy'st. Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.

Post. The Gods protect you, And bless the good remainders of the Court! I'm gone. [Exit.

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

Cym. O disloyal thing,
That (hould'st repair my youth, thou 9 'heapest many

H 4 A yearV

9 heap'st a year'*

A yearV age on me.

Jmo. I beseech you, Sir,
Harm not your self with your vexation;
I'm senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all sears. ,

Cym. Past grace? obedience?

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

Cym. Thou mglit'st have had the sole son of my Queen.

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

Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; woud'st have made my A seat for baseness.

Jmo. No, 1 rather added' A lustre to it.!

Cym. O thou vile one!

lmo. Sir,

It is your fault that I have lov'd.Postbumus:
You bred him as my play-sellow; he is
A man worth any woman; over-buys me -
Almost the sum he pays.

Cym. What? art thou mad? . ..

Imo. Almost, Sir; heav'n restore me! would I were A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus Our neighbour-shepherd's son!

Enter ^ueen. .

Cym. Thou foolish thing!' ...!

They were again together, you have done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her up.

<$ueen. 'Beseech your patience.; peace,. • ."
Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet Sovereign, *
Leave us t' ourselves, and make your self some comfort
Out of your best advice.

Cym. Nay, let her languish A drop of blood a-day, and being aged Pie of this folly.' {Exit.

Enter Enter Pisanio.

Queen. Fie, you must give way:
Here is your servant. How now, Sir? what news?

Pis. My Lord your son. drew on my master.

Queen. Hah!
No harm, I trust, is done?

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

Queen. I'm very glad on't.

Into. Your son's my father's friend, he takes his part,
To draw upon an exile: O brave Sir!
I would they were in As rick both together,
My self by with a needle, that 1 might prick
The goer-back. Why came you from your master?

Pis. On his command ; he would not sufser me
To bring him to the haven : left these notes
Of what commands I should be subject to,
Whcn't please you to employ me.

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

Pis. I humbly thank your Highness.

Queen. Pray walk a while.

Into. About some halt hour hence, pray speak with me; You shall, at least, go see my Lord aboard. For this time leave me. ■*: [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Enter Cloten, and .two Lords. i Lord. CIR, I would advise you to shift a stiirt;

the violence of action liath made you reek Is a sacrifice. Where air comes out, air comes in : there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.

Clot. Clot. 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 thorough-fare for steel if it be noc hurt.

2 Lord. His steel was in debt, it went o' th' backside the town. [Aside.

Clot. 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;

Clot. I would they had not come between us. 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 sellow, and resuse

me!

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

1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together. She's a good fign, 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!

2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt. [Aside.

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. [Exeunt.

SCENE

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