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But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.

Poft. How, how? another !
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And Tear up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death. Remain, remain thou here!

[ Putting on the ring..
While sense can keep thee on: and sweetest, fairest,
As I my poor self did exchange for you
To your fo infinite loss; so in our trifles
I still win of you.

For my fake wear this, It is a manacle of love, I'll place it

[ Putting a bracelet:on her arm. Upon this faireft pris'ner..

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

SCENE III.

Enter Cymbeline, and lords.
Post. Alack, the king!
Cym. Thou baseft thing, avoid, hence, from my

fight :
If after this command thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou dy'ft. Away!
Thou’rt poison to my blood.

Poft. The gods protect you,
And bless the good remainders of the court!

(Exit: Imo. There cannot be a.pinch in death More Tharp than this is.

Cym. O disloyal thing,
That should'ft repair my youth, thou heap't
A year's age on me..

Ímo. I befeech you, Sir,
Harm not your

self with

your. vexation; I'm senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare Subdues all pangs, all fears.

; Cym. Past grace ? obedience? Imo, Paft hope, and in despair ; that way past grace:.

Суть.

I'm gone.

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Cym. Thou miglıt'st have had the role for of my

queen. Imo. O bleft that I might not ! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a + puttock.

Cym. Thou took it a beggar; would't wave inade

iny throne

A feat for bafenels.

"Imo. No, I rather added A lustre to it.

Cym. O thou vile one!

Imo. Sir,
It is your fault that I have lov'd Pofthuthus:
You bred hiin as my play-fellow; he is
A man, worth any woman; over-buys me
Almost the sum he pays.

Cym. Why? art thou mad?

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

Enter Queen.
Cym. Thou foolish thing;
They were again together, you have done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And

pen
Queen. Beseech your patience ; peace,
Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet sovereign,
Leave us tourselves, and make your self fome comfort
Out of

your

beft advice.
Cym. 'Nay Tet her languish
A drop of blood a-day, and being aged
Die of this folly.

[Exit.
Enter Pisanio.
Queen. Fie, you must give way:
Here is your servant. How now, Sir? What 'news?
Pif. My lord your fon, drew on my master.

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

Pif: f a sort of Kite,

hér up:

pif. There might have been,
But that my master rather play'd than fought,
And had nó help of anger: they were parted:
By gentleinen at hand.
Qyeen. I'm very glad on't.

Imo. Your son's my father's friend, he takes his parr,
To draw upon an exile: bravc Sir!
I would they were in Africk both together,
My self by with a needle, that I might prick
The goer-back. Why came you from your matter?

Pil. On his command; he would not suffer me
To bring him to the haven: left these notes
Of what commands Iifhould be subject to,
When't please you to employme.si

Queen. This hath been
Your faithful servant:d dare lay mine honour
He will neimain fo...

Pis. I humbly thank your highness.
Queen, Pray walk a while.
Imo. About some half hour hence, pray speak wich

mes
You shall, at least, go see my lord aboard,
For this cime leave me in

[Exeunt.

S.CEN E IV.

Enter Cloten, and two Lords. i 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 ro wholsome as that you vent.

Clot. If my thirt wete bloody, then to shift itHave I hurt him?

No faith : Not so much as his patience. 1 Lort. Plurt him? his body's a pasláble carkafs. x he be not hurt. It is a thorough-fare for steel if it be not hurt. 2 Lord. His steel was in debt, it went o'ch' back-Gidé

Clotai

2 Lord

the town.

Clot. The villain would not stand me.

2 Lord. No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.

| 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 occans, puppies!

(aside. Clot. I would they had not come between us.

2 Lord. So would'1, 'till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground.

(afide. Clot. And that the should love this fellow, and refuse me!

2 Lord. If it be a fin to make a true ele&tion, she's damn'd.

[afide. 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 refle&tion of her wit.

2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, left the reflection fhould hurt her.

[afide. Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber : would there had been some hurt donc !

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

[ afide. Clot. You'll go with us? I Lord. I'll attend your Lordship. Clot. Nay come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord.

(Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Enter Imogen, And Pisanio. Imo. I

Would thou grew'ft unto the shores o'th' haven,

And questioned'ft every fail: if he should write,
And I not haye it, 'twere a paper loft
As ofer*d mercy is.

What was the last
That he spake with thee?
Pis. 'Twas, His queen, his queen!

Imo. Then way'd his handkerchief?
Pif. And kiss'd it, madam.

Imo. Senseless linnen, happier therein than 1:
And that was all ?

Pif. No, madam; for so long
As he could make me with his eye, or ear,
Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fit and stirs of's mind
Could best express how low his soul faild on,
How swift his ship.

Imo. Thou should'st have made him
As little as a crow, or less, ere left
To after-eye him.

Pif. Madam, fo I did.
Imo. ' I would have broke mine eye-strings ; crackt

• 'em, but
To look upon him ; 'till the diminution
• Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle;

Nay follow'd him, 'till he had melted from
• The smallness of a gnat, to air; and then
• Have turn'd mine eye,

and
wept

but, good Pifanio, When shall we hear from him?

Pif. Be affur'd, madam, With his next vantage.

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him How I would think on him at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such ; or I could make him fwear, The she's of Italy should not betray Mine interest, and his honour; or have charg'd him At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, T'encounter me with orisons, (for then I am in heay'n for him) or ere I could Give him that parting kiss which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Shakes all our buds from growing. .

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