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He is a man; I'll love him as my brother:
Imo. 'Mongst friends, -y
Bel. He wrings at some distress.
Guid. Would I could free't!
Arv. Or I, whate'er it be,
Bel. Hark, boys. [Whispering;
Imo. Great men,
Bel. It shall be so:
Guid. I pray draw near.
Arv» The night to th' owl, and morn to th' lark, left welcome.' [Exeunt.*
(a) ■ 1 less welcome! [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Rome. Enter t<wo Roman Senators, and Tribune:. t Sen. * I ^His is the tenor of the Emperor's writ;
X That since the common men are now inaction
3 prize 4 ballasting 5 differing. . . tU tdU. Tbub. emend.
"**'A fever with the absence of her son;
Pis. Sir, my life is yours,
Full weak to undertake our war against
Tri. Is Lucius Gen'ral of the forces i
2 Sen. Ay.
Tri. Remaining now in (Sallia?
I Sen. With those legions
Tri. We will discharge our duty. ££x«w»A < your highness
The day that she was missing, he was here;
Cym. The time is troublesome;
Lori. So please your Majesty,
Cymb. Now for the counsel of my son and Queen:
Lord. Good my Liege,
The want is, but to put these powers in motion,
Cym. I thank you; let's withdraw
[Exeunt Cymbeline and Lords.
Pis. '9 I've had N no letter from my master, since I wrote him Imogen was slain. 'Tis strange; Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings. Neither know I What is betid to Cloten, but remain Perplext in all. The heavens still must work; Wherein I'm false, I'm honest; "not true, true.N These present wars shall find I love my country, Ev'n to the note o'th* King, or I'll fall in them i All other doubts, by time let them beclearM; Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd. £ExU.
7 And 8 Away. 9 I hear* ■ not true, to be true ACT IV. SCENE I.
IAm near to th' place where they should meet, if Pisarrio have mapp'd it truly. How fit his garments serve me! why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather, (saving reverence of the word,) because 'tis said, a woman's fitness comes by fits. Therein I must play the workman; I dare speak it to my self, for it is no vainglory for a man and his glass to conser in his own chamber; I mean, the lines of roy body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions; yet this 1 'ill-perseverantN thing loves him in my despight. What mortality is! Postbumus, thy head which is now growing upon thy moulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistrese enfore'd, thy garments cut to pieces before 1 'herN face; and all this done, 4 'I'll spurnN her home to her fa
rough usage; but my mother having power of his testinese, shall turn all into my commendations. My horse is ty'd up fase: out, sword, and to a sore purpose! fortune put them into my hand! this is the very description of their meeting-place, and the fellow dares not deceive me. [Exit.
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Enter Cloten alone.
happily, be a little angry for my so
7&<? Front of the Cave.
Enter Bellarius, Guidcrius, Arviragus, and Imogen, from the Cave.
Bel. You are not well: remain here in the cav^ We'll come t' you after hunting.
Arv. Brother, stay here: Are we not brothers?
Imo. So man and man mould be, But clay and clay dissers in dignity, Whose dust is both alike. I'm very sick.
Guid. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him.
Imo. So sick I am not, yet I am not well,
Guid. I love thee: I have spoke it;
Bel. What? how? how?
Arv. If it be sin to fay so, Sir, I yoak roe
Bel. Oh noble strain!