Whom thou didst banish; and (which more, may 'grieve thee, As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd "Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, my lord? Cym. All that belongs to this. Iach. That paragon, thy daughter,For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits. Quail to remember,2-Give me leave; I faint. Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength: I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiving, (Most like a noble lord in love, and one 2 * Quail to remember,] To quail is to sink into dejection. That had a royal lover,) took his hint ; His mistress picture; which by his tongue being made, And then a mind put in't, either our brags Were crack'd of kitchen trulls, or his description Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. Tach. Your daughter's chastity-There it begins, He spake of her as Dian3 had hot dreams, And she alone were cold: Whereat, I, wretch! In suit the place of his bed, and win this ring Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; + 3 as Dian] i. e. as if Dian. averring notes-] Such marks of the chamber and pictures, as averred or confirmed my report. Of chamber-hanging pictures, this her bracelet, Post. Ay, so thou dost, [Coming forward. That all the abhorred things o'the earth amend, Be villainy less than 'twas!-O Imogen! Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear! Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page, There lie thy part. Pis. Mine, and your [Striking her: she falls. O, gentlemen, help, help mistress :-O, my lord Posthumus! 5 Some upright justicer!] Justicer is used by Shakspeare thrice in King Lear. The most ancient law books have justicers of the peace, as frequently as justices of the peace. 6 and she herself. That is,-She was not only the temple of virtue, but virtue herself. You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now:-Help, help!- Mine honour'd lady! Cym. Does the world go round? Wake, my mistress! Post. How come these staggers' on me? Pis. To death with mortal joy. Pis. How fares my mistress? Imo. O, get thee from my sight; Thou gav'st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence! Breathe not where princes are. Cym. Pis. Lady, The tune of Imogen! The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if Imo. Cor. It poison'd me. O Gods!- Cym. Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? 7- these staggers-] This wild and delirious perturbation. Staggers is the horse's apoplexy. Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead, Bel. There was our error, Gui. This is sure, Fidele. My boys, Ime. Why did you throw your wedded lady from you? 8 Think, that you are upon a rock; and now Throw me again. Post. Till the tree die! Cym, [Embracing him. Hang there like fruit, my soul, How now, my flesh, my child? Your blessing, sir. What, mak'st thou me a dullard' in this act? Imo. [Kneeling. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame ye not; You had a motive for't. Cym. [To GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS. My tears, that fall, Prove holy water on thee! Imogen, Imo. I am sorry for't, my lord. Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it was, That we meet here so strangely: But her son Is gone, we know not how, nor where. Pis. My lord, Now fear is from me, I'll speak troth. Lord Cloten, Upon my lady's missing, came to me With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouth, and swore, Think, that you are upon a rock] In this speech, or in the answer, there is little meaning. Perhaps, she would say,-Con sider such another act as equally fatal to me with precipitation from a rock, and now let me see whether you will repeat it. 9 -a dullard-] In this place means a person stupidly unconcerned. |