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With bonds of death! - Remain, remain thou here

(Putting on the ring, While sense can keep in on! And sweetest, fairest, As 1 my poor self did exchange for you, To your fo infinite loss; fo, in our trifles I ftill win of you: For my fake, wear this; It is a manacle of love; I'll place it

[Putting a bracelet on ber arm. Upon this faireít prisoner.

Imo. O, the gods ! When shall we see again?

Enter Cymbeline, and Lords. Poft. Alack, the king !

Cym. Thou base st thing, avoid ! hence, from my sight!
If, after this command, thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness, thou dy'st : Away!
Thou art poison 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 sharp than this is.

Cym. O difoyal 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.

i Years, ages on me. a louch more rare]-a more exquisite sensation, a nobler passion,

TemPEST, Vol. I. p. 70. Pro. with more urgent touches." ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A& I. S. 2. Ant:


Cym. Palt 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 blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle,
And did avoid 'a puttock.
Cym. Thou took'lt a beggar; would'st have made my

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
Almost the sum he pays.

Cym. What !-art thou mad ?

Imo. Almoft, fir : Heaven restore me!-'Would I were
A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus
Our neighbour shepherd's fon!

Re-enter Queen,
Cym. Thou foolish thing!
They were again together: you have done

Not after our command. Away with her,

up. Queen. Beseech your patience : - Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace ;--Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort Out of your

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

Enter Pifanio.
Queen. Fie !-you must give way :
Here is your servant.—How now, sir? What news ?

Pif. My lord your son drew on my master.

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

Pif. There might have been,
But that my 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 !- brave fir!
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?

Pif. 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 fervant: I dare lay mine honour,
He will remain so.

Pif. I humbly thank your highness.
Queen. Pray, walk a while.
Imo. About some half hour hence, pray you, speak

with me:
You shall, at least, go see iny

lord aboard: For this time, leave me,



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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 it Have I hurt him? 2 Lord. No, faith ; not so much as his patience.

[ Afide. i Lord. Hurt him? his body's a paffable 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 back-side the town.

[Afide. Clot. The villain would not stand me.

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

[Afide. i 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 !

[-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 sin to make a true election, she is damn'd.

[Aside. i Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her reek)-smoke.

brain o go not together : P 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.

(Afide. Clot. 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 afs, which is no great hurt.

[Afide. 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.


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Imogen's Apartments.

Enter Imogen, and Pifanio. Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven, And question’dst 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 way'd his handkerchief? Pif. And kiss'd it, madam.

Imo. Senseless 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

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