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CYMBELINE,

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heart

Printed for Bell, British Library Strad London Map 9 1786

I draw the sword myself : take it; and hit
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart:
Fear not; 'tis empty of all things, but grief:
Thy master is not there; who was, indeed,
The riches of it: Do his bidding ; strike.
Thou may'st be valiant in a better cause;
But now thou seem'st a coward.

Pis. Hence, vile instrument!
Thou shalt not damn my hand.

Imo. Why, I must die; And if I do not by thy hand, thou art No servant of thy master's: Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, That cravens my weak hand. Come, here's my heart;

370 Something's afore't :Soft, soft; we'll no defence; Obedient as the scabbard. -What is here? The scriptures of the loyal Leonatus, All turn’d to heresy? Away, away, Corrupters of my

faith!

you

shall no more Be stomachers to my heart ! Thus

may poor fools Believe false teachers : Though those that are be

tray'd
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.
And thou, Posthumus, that diddest set up
My disobedience 'gainst the king my father,
And mad'st me put into contempt the suits
Of princely fellows, shalt hereafter find
It is no act of common passage, but

A strain