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By her election may be truly read,
I honour him
His only child. He had two sons (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, I’the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stolen : and to this hour, no guess in know
ledge Which way they went. 2 Gent.
How long is this ago? | Gent. Some twenty years. 2 Gent. That a king's children should be so con
vey'd ! So slackly guarded! And the search so slow, That could not trace them ! 1 Gent.
Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir. 2 Gent.
I do well believe you. i Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the queen, and princess.
Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen. Queen. No, be assur’d, you shall not find me,
daughter, After the slander of most step-mothers, Evil-ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, So soon as I can win the offended king, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good,
You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience
Please your bighness,
You know the peril :I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king Hath charg'd you should not speak together.
[Erit Queen. Imo.
0 Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds !-My dearest hus
band, I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing (Always reserv’d my holy duty,) what His rage can do on me: You must be gone; And I 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! 0, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man! I will remain The loyal'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, I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure :-Yet I'll move him
[Aside. To walk this way: I never do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; Pays dear for my offences.
Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
Imo. Nay, stay a little.:
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 thou here
(Putting on the ring. While senset can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles I still win of you: For my sake, wear this; It is a manacle of love ; I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner,
[Putting a bracelet on her arm.
O, the gods ! When shall we see again?
Enter Cymbeline and Lords. Post.
Alack, the king !
The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders of the court!
O disloyal thing,
I beseech you, sir,
I am gone.
# Close up.
Harm not yourself with your vexation ; I
Past grace? obedience? Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past
grace. Cym. That might'st have had the solet son of my
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not ! I chose an
eagle, And did avoid a puttock I.
Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would’st have made
A seat for baseness.
No; I rather added
Cym. O thou vile one!
What !-art thou mad ! Imo, Almost, sir : Heaven restore me -'Would
Thou foolish thing !They were again together : you have done
[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
* A more exquisite feeling.
Out of your best advice*.
Nay, let her languish
[Exit. Enter Pisanio, Queen.
Fyel-you must give way: 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. 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 Afric 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. Imo.
About some half hour hence, 1
pray you, speak with me: you shall, at least, Go see my lord aboard : for this time, leave me.
[Exeunt. * Consideration.