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Enter CYMBELINE and Lords.
I am gone.
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 blessed, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.
Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made
A seat for baseness.
No; I rather added
0 thou vile one!
1 i. e. renovate my youth, make me young again. “To repaire (according to Baret) is to restore to the first state, to renew.” 2 Sir Thomas Hanmer reads :
thou heapest many
A year's age on me!” Some such emendation seems necessary.
3 6 A touch more rare” is “a more exquisite feeling.”
4 A puttock is a mean, degenerate species of hawk, too worthless to deserve training
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
your patience ;—peace,
Nay, let her languish
Fie !-you must give way;
Pis. My lord your son drew on my master.
There might have been, But that my master rather played than fought, And had no help of anger." They were parted By gentlemen at hand.
1 « My worth is not half equal to his." 2 Advice is consideration, reflection.
I am very glad on't. Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his
part.To draw upon an exile !-0 brave sir! I would they were in Afric 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 pleased you to employ me. Queen.
This hath been
I humbly thank your highness.
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.
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. 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 thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o’the backside the town.
[Aside. Clo. The villain would not stand me.
2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
[Aside. 1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own; but he added to your having; gave you some ground.
2 Lord. As many inches as you have · oceans. Puppies!
[ Aside. Clo. I would they had not come between us.
2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground. [Aside.
Člo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me !
2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.
[ Aside. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together. She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.1
2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.
[ Aside. Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber. 'Would there had been some hurt done!
2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
[Aside. Clo. You'll go with us ? 1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. Clo. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord.
SCENE IV. A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO.
Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o’the
haven, And question’dst every sail ; if he should write, And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost
1 “Her beauty and her sense are not equal.” To understand the force of this idea, it should be remembered, that anciently almost every sign had a motto, or some attempt at a witticism underneath.
As offered mercy is." What was the last
"Twas, His quèen, his queen! Imo. Then waved his handkerchief? Pis.
And kissed it, madam.
No, madam ; for so long
Thou shouldst have made him
Pis. Madam, so I did.
Be assured, madam, With his next vantage."
Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say. Ere I could tell him, How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest, and his honor; or have charged him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, To encounter me with orisons, for then
1 66 Its loss would be as fatal as the loss of intended mercy to a condemned criminal."
2 The old copy reads, “his eye or ear. 3 The diminution of space is the diminution of which space is the cause. 4 Opportunity.