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Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber':
I honour him
His only child. He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, l' the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stolen: and to this hour, no guess in knowledge Which way they went. 2 Gent.
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.
$ Formed their manners,
I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We must forbear; Here comes the queen, and princess.
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 Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, 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,
You know the peril:-
[Exit Queen. Imo.
O Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant 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 !
! 0, lady, weep no more ; lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man ! 'I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth. My residence in Rome at one Philario's ;. Who to my father was a friend, to me Known but by letter : thither write, my queen, And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send, Though ink be made of gall.
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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.
Should we be taking leave
Imo. Nay, stay a little :
But keep it till you woo another wife,
How! how ! another?
[Putting on the Ring.
[Putting a Bracelet on her Arm. Imo.
O, the gods !
Alack, the king !
The gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court!
[Exit. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is. Сут.
O disloyal thing, That should'st repair my youth; thou heapest
I am gone.
6 Close up:
A year's age on me!
I beseech you, sir,
Past grace? obedience? Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. Cym. That might'st have had the sole' son of my
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.?
Cym. Thou took’st a beggar; would'st have made
A seat for baseness.
No; I rather added
O thou vile one !
Sir, It is your
fault that I have lov'd Posthumus : You bred him as my playfellow; and he is А
any woman; overbuys me Almost the sum he pays. Cym.
What!-art thou mad! Imo. Almost, sir : Heaven restore me!-'Would
Re-enter Queen. Cym.
Thou foolish thing 9 A more exquisite feeling.
2 A kite. 3 Cattle keeper: