Enter CYMBELINE, and Lords. Post. Alack, the king! Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight! If, after this command, thou fraught the court Thou art poison to my blood. Post. The gods protect you! 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 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 Cym. Past grace? obedience? [Exit. 150 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 my throne A seat for baseness, Imo. No; I rather added A lustre to it. Cym. O thou vile one! Imo. Sir, It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus: Cym. What!-art thou mad? 170 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! They were again together: you have done 180 [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, 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. 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 my master rather play'd than fought, Queen. I am very glad on't. 200 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; The goer back. Why came you from your master 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. 210 Imo. About some half hour hence, pray you, speak with me: B.. You You shall, at least, go see my lord aboard: For this time, leave me. [Exeunt. SCENE III. 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. Clot. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift itHave I hurt him? 2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience. 221 [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. Clot. The villain would not stand me. [Aside. 230 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! Clot. I would, they had not come between us. [Aside. 2 Lord. 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. 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. 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. Clot. You'll go with us? 1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. Clot. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord. SCENE IV. [Aside. [Exeunt. IMOGEN'S Apartments. 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, 260 As offer'd mercy is. What was the last Bij That |