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YoU do not meet a man, but frowns: our bloods No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers; Still seem, as does the king's. 2 Gent. But what's the matter? 1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his kingo: w d He 'd to his wife's sole son (a widow, #. married,) hath referr'd herself Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: She's wedded; Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd : all ls outward sorrow; though, I think, the king Be touch'd at very heart. 2 Gent. 1 Gent. He, that hath
queen, That most desir'd the match: But not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.
2 Gent. And why so?
1 Gent. He that hathmiss'd the princess, is a thing Too bad for bad report: And he that hath her, (I mean, that married her, alack, good man!— And therefore banish'd) is a creature such As, to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that should compare. I do not think So fair an outward, and such stuff within, Endows a man but he.
2 Gent. You speak him far.”
1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold
None but the king? lost her, too: so is the
(1) Inclination, natural disposition.
(2) i. e. You praise him extensively.
(3) My praise, however extensive, is within his merit. vol. in
His measure duly.”
atner o old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow, at he quit being; and his gentle lady,
Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd
ven out of your report. ut, 'pray you, tell me, Is she sole child to É. king? pray y
1 Gent. His only child He had two sons (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, I'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Werestolen: and tothis hour, noguessinknowledge Which way they went.
2 Gent. How long is this ago? 1 Gent. Some twenty years.
(4) The father of Cymbeline. (5) Formed their manners.
2 Gent. That aking'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, Qr that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir, Gent. I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We must forbear: Herecomes the queen, and princess. [Exeunt.
SCENTE II.-The same. Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen. *
Queen. No, be assur’d, you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander of most step-mothers,
Post. 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.
do ! How fine th
issembling cou ! How fine this tyrant Can tickle *...". wounds!—My dearest hus
I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing
Post. My o ! my mistress!
ho 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.
Re-enter Queen. Be brief, I pray you: If the . 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. [Erit. Post. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow: Adieu! Imo. Nay, stay a little: Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; This diamond was my o take it, heart; But keep it till you woo another wife, When Imogen is dead.
Post. Hyw! how ! another?— (1) Close up. (2) Sensation. (3) Fill. (4) A more exquisite feling (5) Only.
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
Post. Alack, the king!
If, after this command, thou fraught the court
Post. The gods protect you!
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in dea More sharp than this is.
Cym. O disloyal thing, 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.
Past grace? obedience. Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past