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Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber:
What kind of man he is.
I honour him
Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me, Is she sole child to the king?
His only child.
1 Gent. 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.
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!
Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at,
I do well believe you.
1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the
Enter the Queen, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN.
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
That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,
I will be known your advocate: marry, yet
I will from hence to-day.
Please your highness,
You know the peril :
I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king
Can tickle where she wounds!-My dearest husband, I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing, (Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what
His rage can do on me: You must be gone;
My queen! my mistress!
Than doth become a man! I will remain
Known but by letter: thither write, my 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,
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;
But keep it till you woo another wife,
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 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;
Upon this fairest prisoner.
Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my
If, after this command, thou fraught the court
Thou art poison to my blood.
I beseech you, sir,
A year's age on me!
Harm not yourself with your vexation; I
Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare9
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.2
Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have made my throne
It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus:
What!-art thou mad!
Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!-'Would
A neat-herd's3 daughter! and my Leonatus
Our neighbour shepherd's son!