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Than doth become a man! I will remain
The loyal'st husband that did e'er pligbt 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.

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.

(Erit. Post.

Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow: Adieu !

Imo. Nay, stay a little:
Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
This diamond was my mother's : take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.

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 sense t 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 nabacle of love; I'll place it
Upon this fairest prisoner.

[Putting a bracelet on her arm.

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0, the gods! When shall we see again?

Enter Cymbeline and Lords.


Alack, the king!
Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid ! hence, from my

If, after this command, thou fraught* the court
With thy unworthiness, thou diest: Away!
Thou art poison to iny bloed.

The gods protect you!
And bless the good remainders of the court!
I am gone.

Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
More sharp than this is.

o disloyal thing,
That should'st repair my youth: thou heapest
A year's age on mé!

I beseech you, sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation; I
Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more raret
Subdues all pangs, all fears.

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

grace. Cym. That might'st have had the solet son of my

queen! Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an

eagle, And did avoid a puttock g. 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.

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* Only.

+ A more exquisite feeling.

A kite.

Сут. O thou vile one!

It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus:
You bred him as my play fellow; and he is
A man, worth any woman; overbuys me
Almost the sum he pays.

What!-art thou mad ! Imo. Almost, sir : Heaven restore me!-'Would

I were
A peat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus
Our veighbour shepberd's son!

Re-enter Queen. Сут.

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.

'Beesech your patience :-Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace;--Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some

Out of your best advicet.

Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
Die of this folly!


Enter Pisanio.


Fyel-you must give way: Here is your servant.-How now, sir? What news?

Pis. My lord your son drew on my master.

No harm, I trust, is done?

There might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought,

• Cattle-keeper's.


And had no help of anger: they were parted
By gentlemen at hand.

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 Africk 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, I pray you, speak with me : you shall, at least, Go see my lord aboard: for this time, leave me.



A public place.

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 sacri. fice: Where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.

Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift itHave I hurt him? 2 Lord, 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. His steel was in debt; it went o'the backside the town.

[Aside. Clo. The villain would not stand me.

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

(Aside. 1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but he added to your having ; gave you some ground.

2 Lord. As mauy inches as you have oceans: Puppies!

(Aside. Clo. I would, they had not come between us.

2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground. (Aside.

Clo. And that sbe should love this fellow, and refuse me!

2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.

[Asi de. 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 ber witt.

2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.

[Aside. clo. Come, I'll to my chanıber: 'Would there had been some burt done!

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

(Aside. Clo. You'll go with us? 1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. Clo. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord.


• Her beauty and sense are not equal.

+ To understand the force of this idea, it should be remembered that anciently almost every sign had a motto, or someattemptat a witticism, underneath it.

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