Enter CYMBELINË, and Lords.

1

Post. Alack, the king!

Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid ! hence, from my to

sight!
If, after this command, thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou dy'st : Away!
Thou art poison to my blood.

Post. The gods protect you !
And bless the good remainders of the court!
I am gone.

[Exit. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death 150 More sharp than this is.

Cym. O disloyal thing, 0 That should'st repair my youth; thou heapest

A year's age on me!

Imo. I beseech you, sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation; I
Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.

Cym. Past.grace? obedience ?

Imo. Past hope, and in despair ; that way, past grace.

161 Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of iny queen!

Imo. O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.

Cym, Thou took’st a beggar; would'st have made

Imo. No; I rather added
A lustre to it.
Cym. O thou vile one !

170
Imo. Sir,
It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus :
You bred him as my play-fellow; and he is
A man, worth any woman ; over-buys me
Almost the sum he pays.

Cym. 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!

Re-enter Queen.
Cym. Thou foolish thing!

180 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 com

fort
Out of your best advice.

Cym. Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
Die of this folly!

[Exit.

Enter Enter PISANIO.

200

Queen. Fie !--you must give way:

191 Here is your servant.-How now, sir, what news?

Pis. My lord, your son drew on my master.

Queen. Ha!
No harm, I trust, is done?

Pis. There might have been,
But that niy master rather play'd than fought,
And had no help of anger: they were parted
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 !
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.
Ime. About some half hour hence, pray you, speak

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with me:

You shall, at least, go see my lord aboard:
For this time, leave me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Enter CLOTEN, ånd two Lords.

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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.

Clot. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift itHave 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 thorough-fare for steel, if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o' the backside the town.

[ Aside, Clot. The villain would not stand me.

230 2 Lord. No; but he Aed 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.

9 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans : Puppies!

[ Aside. Clot. I would, they had not come between us.

:

2 Lord. So would I, 'till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground. [ Aside.

Clot. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!

242 2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd.

[ Aside. i 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.

2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.

[ Aside. Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there had been some hurt done!

251 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.

[ Aside. Clot. You'll go with us? i Lord. I'll attend your lordship. Clot. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord.

[ Exeunt.

SCENE W.

IMOGÈN's Apartments. Enter I MOGEN, 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

260 As offer'd mercy is. What was the last Bij

That