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SCENE I. Britain. The Garden behind Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter Two Gentlemen.
You do not meet a man, but frowns: our bloods"
2 Gent. * But what's the matter?
1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his king
He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow,
2 Gent. None but the king?
1 Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.
2 Gent. - And why so?
*Inclination, natural disposition.
1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her, (I mean, that married her, alack, good man!— And therefore banish'd) is a creature such As, to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that should compare. I do not think, So fair an outward, and such stuff within, Endows a man but he.
2 Gent. You speak him far.”
1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly.”
2 Gent. What's his name, and birth?
1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour, Against the Romans, with Cassibelan; But had his titles by Tenantius," whom He serv'd with glory and admir'd success: So gain'd the sur-addition, Leonatus: And had, besides this gentleman in question, Two other sons, who, in the wars o'the time, Died with their swords in hand; for which their fa
(Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow,
* i. e. You praise him extensively. 3 My praise, however extensive, is within his merit. 4. The father of Cymbeline.
Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber:
2 Gent. I honour him Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me, Is she sole child to the king 2
1 Gent. His only child. He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, I the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stolen: and to this hour, no guess in knowledge Which way they went.
2Gent. How long is this ago?
1 Gent. Some twenty years.
2 Gent. That a king's children should be so convey'd! So slackly guarded ! And the search so slow, That could not trace them
1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir.
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5 Formed their manners,
2 Gent. I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the queen, and princess. [Ereunt. SCENE II. The same.
Enter the Queen, Post HUMUs, and IMog EN.
Queen. No, be assur’d, you shall not find me, daughter, - After the slander of most step-mothers, Evil-ey'd unto you : you are my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthümus, So soon as I can win the offended king, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet The fire of rage is in him ; and 'twere good, You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience Your wisdom may inform you.
Post. Please your highness, I will from hence to-day. . Queen. You know the peril:—
I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
His rage can do on me: You must be gone;
Post. My queen my mistress :
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
To walk this way: I never do him wrong,
Post. Should we be taking leave
Imo, Nay, stay a little: