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 fear up my embracements from a next

With bonds of death. Remain, remain thou here!

[Putting on the ring. While fenfe can keep thee on: and fweeteft, faireft, As I my poor felf did exchange for you To your fo infinite loss; so in our trifles. I ftill 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 fhall we fee again?

Enter Cymbeline, and lords.

Poft. Alack, the king!

Cym. Thou bafeft thing, avoid, hence, from my

fight:

If after this command thou fraught the court
With thy unworthinefs, thou dy't. Away!
Thou'rt poifon to my blood.

Poft. The gods protect you,

And blefs the good remainders of the court!

I'm gone.

Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death

More fharp than this is..

Cym. O diffoyal thing,.

That fhould'ft repair my youth, thou heap'ft

A year's age on me.

Imo. I befeech you, Sir,.

Harm not your felf with your vexation,

[Exiti

I'm fenfelefs of your wrath; a touch more rare

Subdues all pangs, all fears.

Cym. Paft grace? obedience?

Imo. Paft hope, and in despair; that way paft grace.

A 5

Cyme

Cym. Thou might'ft have had the fole fon of my queen.

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

Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would't have made my throne

A feat for bafenefs.

Imo. No, I rather added
A luftre to it.

Cym. O thou vile one!
Imo. Sir,

It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus:
You bred him as my play-fellow; he is

A man, worth any woman; over-buys me
Almoft the fum he pays.

Cym. Why? art thou mad?

Imo. Almoft, Sir; heav'n reffore me: would I were A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus

Our neighbour-fhepherd's fon!

Enter Queen.

Cym. Thou foolish thing;

They were again together, you have done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her up.

Queen. Befeech your patience; peace,
Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet fovereign,
Leave us t' our felves, and make your felf fome confort
Out of your beft advice.

Cym. Nay let her languifh

A drop of blood a-day, and being aged

Die of this folly.

Enter Pifanio.

Queen. Fie, you must give way:

[Exit..

Here is your fervant. How now, Sir? what news?

Pif. My lord your fon, drew on my master.

Queen. Hah!

No harm, I trust, is done?

† a fort of Kite

Pif. There might have been,

But that my maffer rather play'd than fought,
And had no help of anger: they were parted
By gentlemen at hand.

Queen. I'm very glad on't.

Imo. Your fon's my father's friend, he takes his part, To draw upon an exile: O brave Sir!

I would they were in Africk both together,
My felf by with a needle, that I might prick
The goor-back, Why came you from your mafter?
Fif. On his command; he would not fuffer me
To bring him to the haven: left these notes
Of what commands I fhould be subject to,
When't please you to employ me.

Queen. This hath been

Your faithful fervant: I dare lay mine honour
He will remain fo. a

Pif. I humbly thank your highnefs.

Queen, Pray walk a while.

Imo. About fome half hour hence, pray fpeak with

me;

You fhall, at leaft, go fee my lord aboard.

For this time leave me.

I Lord. SIR,

[Exeunt.

the

IR, I would advise you to fhift a fhirt; violence of action-hath made you reek as a facrifice. Where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad fo wholfome as that you vent. Clot. If my fhirt were bloody, then to fhift itHave I hurt him?

2 Lord. No faith: Not fo much as his patience. Lord. Hurt him? his body's a paffable carkafs f he be not hurt. It is a thorough-fare for fteel if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His fteel was in debt, it went o'th' back-fide the town.

Clot

Clot. The villain would not ftand me.

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

your

1 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 oceans, pup

pies!

[afide. Clot. I would they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, 'till you had meafur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground.

[afide. Clot. And that the fhould love this fellow, and refufe me!

2 Lord. If it be a fin to make a true election, 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 feen fmall reflection of her wit.

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

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

2 Lord. I wifh not fo; unless it had been the fall of an afs, which is no great hurt.

Clot. You'll go with us?

Lord. I'll attend your Lordship. Clot. Nay come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord.

SCENE V.

Enter Imogen, and Pifanio.

[afide.

[Exeunt.

Imo. And queftioned'st every fail: if he should writes

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

And I not have it, 'twere a paper loft

As ofer'd mercy is. What was the laft

That he fpake with thee?

Pif. 'Twas, His queen, his queen!

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

Imo. Senfelefs linnen, happier therein than I:
And that was all?

Pif. No, madam; for fo longe

As he could make me with his eye, or ear,
Diftinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief,
Still waving, as the fit and ftirs of's mind
Could beft exprefs how flow his foul fail'd on,
How fwift his fhip.

Imo. Thou fhould'ft have made him

As little as a crow, or lefs, ere left

To after-eye him.

Pif. Madam, fo I did.

Imo. I would have broke mine eye-ftrings; crackt • 'em, but

To look upon him; 'till the diminution

Of space had pointed him fharp as my needle;
Nay follow'd him, 'till he had melted from

• The fmallness of a gnat, to air; and then
• Have turn'd mine eye, and

Pifanio,

When fhall we hear from him ?

Pif. Be affur'd, madam,

With his next vantage.

wept

but, good

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Moft pretty things to fay: ere I could tell him How I would think on him at certain hours,

Such thoughts, and fuch; or I could make him fwear, The fhe's of Italy fhould not betray

Mine intereft, and his honour; or have charg'd him
At the fixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
T'encounter me with orifons, (for then

I am in heav'n for him) or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss which I had fet
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father,
And like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

Enter