With bonds of death!-Remain, remain thou here

[Putting on the ring,

While fenfe can keep in on! And fweeteft, fairest,
As I my poor felf did exchange for you,

To your fo infinite lofs; fo, in our trifles
I ftill win of you: For my fake, wear this;
It is a manacle of love; I'll place it

Upon this faireft prifoner.

Imo. O, the gods!

When fhall we fee again?

[Putting a bracelet on her arm.

Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.

Poft. Alack, the king!

Cym. Thou bafcft thing, avoid! hence, from my fight! If, after this command, thou fraught the court With thy unworthinefs, thou dy'ft: Away! Thou art poifon to my blood.

Poft. The gods protect you!

And bless the good remainders of the court!
I am gone.

Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death.
More fharp than this is.

Cym. O difloyal thing,

That should'st repair my youth; thou heapest

1A year's age on me!

Imo. I beseech you, fir,

Harm not yourself with your vexation; I

k

Am fenfelefs of your wrath; a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.

i Years, ages on me.

* a touch more rare]-a more exquifite fenfation, a nobler paffion.

TEMPEST, Vol. I. p. 70. Pro.

"with more urgent touches."
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A& I. S. 2.

Ant:

Cym.

Cym. Paft grace? obedience?

Imo. Paft hope, and in despair; that way, paft grace. Cym. That might'ft have had the fole fon of my queen! Imo. O bleft, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.

Cym. Thou took'ft a beggar; would't have made my throne

A feat for baseness.

Imo. No; I rather added

A luftre to it.

Cym. O thou vile one!

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

Almoft the fum he pays.

Cym. What!-art thou mad?

Imo. Almoft, fir: Heaven reftore me!-'Would I were A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus

Our neighbour fhepherd's fon!

Re-enter Queen.

Cym. Thou foolish thing!

They were again together: you have done

Not after our command. Away with her,

And pen her up.

Queen. Beseech your patience:- Peace,

[To the queen,

Dear lady daughter, peace;-Sweet sovereign,

Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself fome comfort

1 a puttock]-a kite.

count.

Almoft the fum he pays.]-By almost every pang he feels on my ac

Cym.

Cym. Nay, let her languish

A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,

Die of this folly!

Enter Pifanio.

[Exit.

Queen. Fie!-you must give way:

Here is your fervant.-How now, fir? What news?
Pif. My lord your fon drew on my master.

Queen, Ha!

No harm, I truft, is done?

Pif. There might have been,

But that my mafter 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 fon's my father's friend; he takes his part.-
To draw upon an exile !-O brave fir!-
I would they were in Africk both together;
Myfelf by with a needle, that I might prick

The goer back. Why came you from your mafter?
Pif. On his command: He would not fuffer me

To bring him to the haven: left these notes
Of what commands I fhould be fubject to,

When it pleas'd you to employ me.

Queen. This hath been

Your faithful fervant: I dare lay mine honour,

He will remain fo.

Pif. I humbly thank your highness.

Queen. Pray, walk a while.

Imo. About fome half hour hence, pray you, speak

with me:

You fhall, at least, go fee my lord aboard:

For this time, leave me,

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Enter Cloten, and two Lords.

1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a fhirt; the violence of action hath made you'reek as a facrifice: Where air comes out, air comes in: there's none abroad fo wholefome as that you vent.

Clot. If my fhirt were bloody, then to fhift itHave I hurt him?

2 Lord. No, faith; not fo much as his patience.

[Afide.

1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a paffable carcafs, if he be not hurt it is a thorough-fare for steel, if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His fteel was in debt; it went o' the back-fide the town.

Clot. The villain would not stand me.

[Afide.

2 Lord. No; but he fled forward ftill, toward your face.

[Afide. 1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but he added to your having; gave you fome ground.

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

[Afide.

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.

[Afide.

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

2 Lord. If it be a fin to make a true election, fhe is damn'd. [Afide. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her

1

"reek]-smoke.

brain • go not together: She's a good fign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.

2 Lord. She fhines not upon fools, left the reflection fhould hurt her. [Afide. Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there had been fome hurt done!

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

Clot. You'll go with us?

2 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

Clot. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord.

SCENE IV.

Imogen's Apartments.

Enter Imogen, and Pifanio.

[Afide.

[Exeunt.

Imo. I would thou grew'ft unto the fhores o' the haven, And question'dft every fail: if he should write,

And I not have it,

'twere a paper loft

As offer'd mercy is.

What was the last

That he spake to thee?

Pif. 'Twas, His queen, bis queen!

Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief?

Pif. And kiss'd it, madam.

Imo. Senfeless linen! happier therein than I !—

And that was all?

Pif. No, madam; for fo long

As he could make me with this eye, or ear,

Distinguish him from others, he did keep

go not together:]-are not equal.

P She's a good fign,]-She has a fpecious appearance,

but no wit.

'were a paper loft as offer'd mercy is.]—as valuable to me as that

which contained a criminal's pardon.

The