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Post. My queen! my mistress!
O lady! weep no more, lest I give cause
Queen. Be brief, I pray you:
If the King come, I shall incur I know not
Post. Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
Imo. Nay, stay a little:
Post. How! how! another ? —
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
[Putting on the ring. While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you,
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To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles
[Patting a bracelet on her arm, Imo. O the gods!
When shall we see again?
Enter Cymbeline and Lords.
Post. Alack, the King!
Cymhellne. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight! If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy unworthiness, thou diest. Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.
Post. The gods protect you,
And bless the good remainders of the Court!
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is.
Cym. O disloyal thing!
That should'st repair my youth, thou heap'st
Imo. I beseech you, sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation:
Cym. Past grace? obedience?
Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.
Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of my queen.
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.
Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have made my throne A seat for baseness.
Imo. No; I rather added
A lustre to it.
Cym. O thou vile one!
It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus.
Cym. What! art thou mad?
Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!—-Would I were A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son!
Cym. Thou foolish thing ! —
[To the Queen.] They were again together: you have
done Not after our command. Away with her, And pen her up.
Queen. Beseech your patience. — Peace!
Dear lady daughter, peace ! — Sweet sovereign,
Cym. Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
Queen. Fie!TMyou must give way:
Here is your servant. —- How now, sir! What news? Pisanio. My lord your son drew on my master.
No harm, I trust, is done?
Pis. There might have been,
But that my master rather play'd than fought,
Queen. I am very glad on 't.
Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part. — To draw upon an exile ! —- 0 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 't pleas'd you to employ me.
Queen. This hath been
Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour
Pis. I humbly thank your Highness.
Queen. Pray, walk a while.
Imo. About some half hour hence,
[I] pray you, speak with me. You shall, at least, Go see my lord abroad: for this time, leave me.
A Public Place near Cymbelxne's Palace.
Enter Cloten, and two Lords. 1 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 so wholesome as that you vent.
Cloten. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it — Have I hurt him?
2 Lord. [Aside.] No, faith; not so much as his patience.
1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
2 Lord. [Aside.] His steel was in debt; it went o' th' backside the town.
Clo. The villain would not stand me. 2 Lord. [Aside.'] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own; but he added to your having, gave you some ground.
2 Lord. [Aside.] As many inches as you have oceans. — Puppies!
Clo. I would they had not come between us.
2 Lord. [Aside.] So would I, till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground.
Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!
2 Lord. [Aside.] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd.
1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.
2 Lord. [Aside.] She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.
Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber. "Would there had been some hurt done!
2 Lord. [Aside.] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.