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You must begone;
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 ! Imog. 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. Post. 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, remain thou here [Putting on the Ring.
While sense can keep it on 1 And sweetest, fairest,
Upon this fairest prisoner.
Imog. O, the gods !— When shall we see again?
Enter CYM BELINE and Two LoRDs.
Post. Alack, the king! Cym. Thou basest thing! avoid—hence, from my sight ! If, after this command, thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness, thou diest: Away ! Thou art poison to my blood! Post. The gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court s— I am gone. [Erit. Imog. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.Pisanio, go, and see your lord on board. [Exit Pisa NIo. Cym. O, disloyal thing, That shouldst repair my youth ! thou heapest many A year's age on me. Imog. I beseech you, sir, Harm not yourself with your vexation! I Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare Subdues all pangs, all fears. Cym. That mightst have had the sole son of my ueen! Imog. O bless'd, that I might not Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne A seat for baseness.
Imog. No ; I rather added A lustre to it.
Cym. O thou vile one!
Cym. What, art thou mad?
Imog. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!—"Would
A neatherd's daughter, and my Leonatus
Cym. Thou foolish thing !
Queen. 'Beseech your patience:—Peace,
Out of your best advice.
Cym. Nay, let her languish
[Ereunt CYMBELINE and the Two Lords. Queen. Fie! you must give way.
Here is your servant,
Pisanio. "Twas “His queen, his queen 1" Imog. Then wav'd his handkerchief? Pisanio. And kiss'd it, madam. Imog. Senseless linen happier therein than Il And that was all o Pisanio. No, madam ; for so long As he could make me with this eye, or ear, Distinguish him from others, he did keep The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, Still waving, as the fits and stirs of his mind Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on, How swift his ship. Imog. Thou shouldst have made him As little as a crow, or less, ere left To after-eye him. Pisanio. Madam, so I did. Imog. I would have broke mine eye-strings, crack'd them, but To look upon him; till the diminution Of space, had pointed him sharp as my needle; Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air; and then Have turn'd mine eye and wept.—But, good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him Pisanio. Be assur'd, madam, With his next vantage. Imog. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest, and his honour; or have charg’d him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, To encounter me with orisons, for then I am in heaven for him ; or, ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Ç
Shakes all our buds from growing.—See, the queen— Those things I bid you do, get them despatch'd. [Erit. Pisanio. Madam, I shall. [Erit.
Enter QUEEN, meeting CoRN ELIUs.
Queen. Now, master doctor; have you brought those drugs? Corn. Pleaseth your highness, ay : [Gives the QUEEN a Phial. But I beseech your grace, without offence, My conscience bids me ask, wherefore you have Commanded of me these most poisonous compounds? Queen. I do wonder, doctor, Thou ask'st me such a question: Have I not been Thy pupil long I will try the forces Of these thy compounds, And apply Allayments to their act; and by them gather Their several virtues and effects. [Aside.] Here comes a flattering rascal; upon him Will I first work; he's for his master, And enemy to my son.
Enter PIs ANIo.
How now, Pisanio —Hark thee, a word.