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2 Gent. But what's the matter?
That most defir'd the match. But not a courtier,
2 Gent. And why so ?
i Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her, (I mean that marry'd her, alack good man! And therefore banith'd) is a creature such, As to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that should compare. I do not think, So fair an outward, and such stuff within Endows a man but him, 2 Gent. You speak him falr.
Gent. I do extend him, Sir, within himself,
2 Gent. What's his name and birth ?
> Gent. I cannot delve him to the root : his fatlier Was callid Sicilius, who did join his honour Against the Romans, with Calibelan, But had his titles by Tenantius, whom He sery'd with glory and admir'd success; So gaind the fur-addition, Leonatus, And had, besides this gentleman in question, Two other sons; who in the wars o'th' time Dy'd with their swords in hand. For which their father, (Then old and fond of issue) took fuch forrow That he quit being; and his gentle lady Big of this gentleman, our theam, deceas', As he was born. The king, he takes the babe To his protection, calls him Posthumus, Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber, Puts to him all the learnings that his time Could make him the receiver of, which he took As we do air, fast as 'twas miniftred. His spring became a harvest: liv'd in court (Which rare it is to do,) moft prais’d, moit lov'd, A sample so the yomg'it; to th' more meture,
A glass that featur'd them; and to the graver,
2. Gent. I honour him ev'n out of your report, But tell me, is the sole child to the king ?
1 Gent. His only child. He had two fons (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it )‘the eldelt of them at three years old, I'th' swathing cloaths the other, from their nursery Were ftolin, and to this hour, no guess in knowledge Which way they went.
2 Gent. How long is this ago? i Gent. Some twenty years.
2 Gent. That a king's children should be so convey'd ! So Nackly guarded, and the fearch fo flow That could not trace them!
i Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it frue, Sir.
2 Gept. I do well believe.
i Gent. We must forbear. Here comes the gentleman, The queen, and princess,
[ Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter the Queen, Posthumus, Imogea, and attendants,
Queen. No, be assur'd you shall not find me, daughter,
I will from hence to-day.
Queen. You know the peril :
Imo. Dissembling courtesie ! how fine this tyrant
You muft be gone,
Poft. My queen! my mistress !
lady, weep no more, left I give cause
fend, Though ink be made of gall.
Imo. Nay, tay a little