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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!
Poft. The gods protect you !
I am gone.
· Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.
Cym. O difoyal thing,
Imo. I beseech you, sir,
i Years, ages on me. a louch more rare]-a more exquisite sensation, a nobler passion,
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Cym. Palt grace ? obedience ?
Imo. O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle,
Imo. No; I rather added
Cym. O thou vile one!
Cym. What !-art thou mad ?
Imo. Almoft, fir : Heaven restore me!-'Would I were
up. Queen. Beseech your patience : - Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace ;--Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort Out of your
a puttock. ]-a kite.
Almost the fum be pays.]-By almost every pang he feels on my account,
Cym. Nay, let her languish
Pif. My lord your son drew on my master.
Pif. There might have been,
Queen. I am very glad on't.
Imo. Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.
Pif. On his command : He would not suffer me
Queen. This hath been
Pif. I humbly thank your highness.
lord aboard: For this time, leave me,
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.
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 !
Pif. No, madam ; for fo long
go not together: ]--are not equal. P She's a good fign,]-She has a specious appearance, but no wit, I 'were a paper loft as offer'd mercy is.]-as valuable to me as that which contained a criminal's pardon.