Crush him together, rather than unfold 2 Gent. What's his name and birth 1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: his father 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 father, Then old and fond of issue,-took such sorrow And in's spring became a harvest: liv'd in court,— What kind of man he is. 2 Gent. I honour hin 1 Gent. 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, 2 Gent. I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We must forbear: here comes the gentleman, The queen, and princess. Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN. [Exeunt. Queen. No, be assur'd you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most stepmothers, Evil-ey'd unto you: you're my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint.-For you, Posthumus, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience Post. I will from hence to-day. Please your highness, You know the peril. Queen. His rage can do on me. You must be gone; And I shall here abide the hourly shot angry eyes; not comforted to live, Of But that there is this jewel in the world Post. My queen! my mistress! O 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: Who to my father was a friend, to me Re-enter QUEEN. [Exit. Queen. Be brief, I pray you: If the king come I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure.-[Aside.] Yet I'll move him But he does buy my injuries to be friends,- Post. Should we be taking leave The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu! Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Post. 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, remain thou here [Excit. [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; It is a manacle of love; I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner. Imo. When shall we sce again? Post. [Putting a bracelet on her arm. O the gods! Alack, the king! Enter CYMBELINE and Lords. Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence from my sight! If after this command thou fraught the court With thy unworthiness. thou diest: away! Thou art poison to my blood. Post. The gods protect you! [Exit. And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is. Cym. O disloyal thing, That shouldst repair my youth, thou heapest A year's age on me! Imo. I beseech you, sir, Harm not yourself with your vexation: I Сут. 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; wouldst have made my throne Sir, It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus: Сут. What, art thou mad? Imo. Almost, sir: heaven restore me!-Would I were A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son! Сут. Thou foolish thing!— Re-enter QUEEN. 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 comfort Out of your best advice. Сут. Nay, let her languish [Exit, with Lords. A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, Queen. Fie! you must give way. Enter PISANIO. Here is your servant.-How now, sir! What news? Queen. No harm, I trust, is done! Pis. Ha! There might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought, By gentlemen at hand. Queen. 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!— The goer back.-Why came you from your master? This hath been Queen. Pis. I humbly thank your highness. About some half hour hence, Queen. Pray, walk awhile. Imo. I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least Go see my lord aboard: for this time leave me. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-BRITAIN. A public Place. Enter CLOTEN and two Lords. 1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice: where air comes out air comes in: there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent. Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it.-Have I hurt him? 2 Lord. [aside.] No, faith; not so much as his patience. 1 Lord. Hurt him! His body's a passable carcass if he be not hurt it is a throughfare for steel if it be not hurt. 2 Lord. [aside.] His steel was in debt; it went o' the back side the town. Clo. The villain would not stand me. 2 Lord. [aside.] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face. 1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but he added to your having; gave you some ground. 2 Lord. [aside.] As many inches as you have oceans.— Puppies! Clo. I would they had not come between us. 2 Lord. [aside.] So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground. Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me! 2 Lord. [aside.] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her |