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Enter the Queen, PosthumUS, and IMOGEN.
Please your highness, I will from hence to-day. Queen.
You know the peril: I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying The pangs of barr'd affections ; though the king Hath charg'd you should not speak together.
[Exit Queen. Imo.
O Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds ! - My dearest. hus
band, 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; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of
angry eyes; not comforted to live,
My queen! my mistress !
Than doth become a man! I will remain
Re-enter Queen. 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.
Should we be taking leave
Imo. Nay, stay a little:
How ! how! another?
(Putting on the Ring,
[Putting a Bracelet on her Arm.
6 Close up.
O, the gods !
I am gone.
Enter CYMBELINE and Lords. Post.
Alack, the king!
The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders of the court!
O disloyal thing,
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
queen! 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 ! Imo.
8 A more exquisite feeling.
9 A kite. 1 Cat:1c-keeper.
It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus :
What! - art thou mad! Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!-'Would
Re-enter Queen. Сут. .
Thou foolish thing!They were again together : you have done
[To the Queen. Not after our command. Away with her, And pen her
up Queen. 'Beseech your patience : Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace; - Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some
Nay, let her languish
Fye! - you must give way: Here is your servant. - How now, sir ? What news?
Pis. My lord your son drew on my master.
There might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought, And had no help of anger: they were parted By gentlemen at hand.
I am very glad on't. Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his
part. To draw upon an exile ! O brave sir ! I would they were in Africk both together ; Myself by with a needle, that I might prick The goer back. - Why came you from your
master? Pis. On his command : He would not suffer me To bring him to the haven : left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to, When it pleas'd you to employ me. Queen.
This hath been Your faithful servant : I dare lay mine honour, He will remain so. Pis.
I humbly thank your highness. Queen. Pray, walk a while. Imo.
About some half hour hence, I pray you, speak with me: you shall, at least, Go see my lord aboard : for this time, leave me.
A publick Place.
Enter Cloten, and Two Lords. Clo. Have I hurt him ? 2 Lord. No, faith ; not so much as his patience.
[Aside. 1 Lord. Hurt him ? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel if it be not hurt.
2 Lord. His steel was in debt. Clo. The villain would not stand me. 2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward
[Aside. 1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of