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'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than Thy master in bleeding: Say his name, good friend.
Imo. Richard du Champ. If I do lie, and do No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope
[Aside. They'll pardon it. Say you, sir? Luc.
Thy name? Imo.
Fidele. Luc. Thou dost approve thyself the very same: Thy name well fits thy faith; thy faith, thy name. Wilt take thy chance with me? I will not say, Thou shalt be so well master'd; but, be sure, No less belov'd. The Roman emperor's letters, Sent by a consul to me, should not sooner Than thine own worth prefer thee: Go with me.
Inno. I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods,
Ay, good youth;
• Her fingers.
A room in Cymbeline's palace.
Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio. Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with her. A fever with the absence of her son; A madness, of which her life's in danger:- Heavens, How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen, The great part of my comfort, gone: my queen Upon a desperate bed; and in a time When fearful wars point at me; her son gone, So needful for this present: It strikes me, past The hope of comfort.-But for thee, fellow, Who needs must know of her departure, and Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thee By a sharp torture. Pis.
Sir, my life is yours, I hunibly set it at your will: But, for my mistress, I nothing kpow where she remains, why gone, Nor when she purposes return. 'Beseech your high
Good my liege,
The time's troublesome : We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy
[To Pisanio. Does yet depend. 1 Lord.
So please your majesty, The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
Are landed on your coast; with a supply
Cym. Now for the counsel of my son, and queen! I am amaz'd with matter*, 1 Lord.
Good my liege, Your preparation can affrontt no less Than what you hear of: come more, for more you're
ready: The want is, but to put those powers f in motion, That long to move. Cym.
I thank you: Let's withdraw: And meet the time, as it seek us. We fear not What can from Italy annoy us; but We grieve at chances here.-Away. (Exeunt.
Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was slain: 'Tis strange : * Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings; Neither know I What is betid to Cloten ; but remain Perplex'd in all. The heavens still must work: Wherein I am false, I am honest; not true, to be
true. These present wars shall find I love my country, Even to the notes o'the king, or I'll fall in them. All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd.
. Confounded by a variety of business.
Before the cave.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Let us from it.
Nay, what hope
This is, sir, a doubt,
It is not likely, ..
O, I am known
† An account.
Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore
Than be so,
By this sun that shines,
By heavens, I'll go:
So say I; Amen.
(Aside. Till it fly out, and show them princes born.