b Expofing it (but, O, the harder heart! . Imo. Nay, be brief: I fee into thy end, and am almost A man already. Pij. First, make yourself but like one. ('Tis in my cloak-bag) doublet, hat, hofe, all с From youth of such a season, 'fore noble Lucius Present yourself, defire his fervice, tell him Wherein you are 'happy, (which you'll make him know, With joy he will embrace you; far he's honourable, Imo. Thou art all the comfort 慶 The gods will diet me with. Pr'ythee, away: There's more to be confider'd,; but we'll even All that good time will give us: * This attempt • the barder beart !]—of Pofthumus-barder bap. b rays. to the greedy touch of common-k fing Titan ;]—to the fun's scorching "Titan kifs a difh of butter." HENRY IV. Part I. A&t II. S. 4. Prince. e labour fome]—in the fashioning whereof much labour and skill were beftowed. in their ferving,]-in that dress. d • of fuch a feafon,]-about your own standing. bappy,-killed. You bave me, rich;]-in me you shall find an ample fund for your fubfiftence. will diet me with ]-afford me. we'll e'en]-we'll adjust matters as time will permit. fcheme, and to go through it. I am foldier to, and will abide it with Pif. Well, madam, we must take a short farewell; Left, being miss'd, I be fufpected of Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress, To fome shade, And fit you to your manhood:-May the gods direct you to the best! Imo. Amen: I thank thee. SCENE V. The Palace of Cymbeline. [Exeunt. Enter Cymbeline, Queen, Cloten, Lucius, and Lords. Cym. Thus far; and fo farewell, Luc. Thanks, royal fir. My emperor hath wrote: I muft from hence; And am right forry, that I must report ye My master's enemy. Cym. Our fubjects, fir, Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself To fhew less fovereignty than they, must needs Luc. So, fir, I defire of you A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven. Madam, all joy befal 'his grace, and you ! Cym. My lords, you are appointed for that office; The due of honour in no point omit : So, farewell, noble Lucius, Luc. Your hand, my lord. Clot. Receive it friendly: but from this time forth I wear it as your enemy. Luc. Sir, the event Is yet to name the winner: Fare you well. Cym. Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords, 'Till he have croft the Severn. Happiness! [Exit Lucius, &c. Queen. He goes thence frowning; but it honours us, That we have given him caufe. Clot. 'Tis all the better; Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor Queen. 'Tis not fleepy business; But must be look'd to fpeedily, and strongly. Queen. Royal fir, n [Exit a fervant, Since the exile of Pofthumus, moft retir'd Forbear sharp speeches to her: She's a lady So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, Re-enter the Servant. Cym. Where is the, fir? How Can her contempt be answer'd? Serv. Please you, sir, Her chambers are all lock'd; and there's no answer Queen. My lord, when laft I went to vifit her, Which daily the was bound to proffer: this She wish'd me to make known; but our great court Cym. Her doors lock'd? Not seen of late? Grant, heavens, that, which I fear, Prove falfe! [Exit. Queen. Son, I fay, follow the king. Clot. That man of hers, Pifanio her old fervant, I have not seen these two days.. [Exit. Queen, Go, look after. Pifanio, thou that stand'st fo for Pofthumus !- Where is the gone? Haply, defpair hath seiz'd her; To death, or to dishonour; and my end I have the placing of the British crown. How now, my fon? Re-enter Cloten. Clot, 'Tis certain, she is filed: Go in, and cheer the king; he rages, none Queen. All the better: May This night fore-stall him of the coming day! [Exit Queen. The low Pofthumus, flanders so her judgment, To be reveng'd upon her, For, when fools Enter Pifanio, Shall-Who is here? What! are you packing, firrah! Clot. Where is thy lady? or, by Jupiter, I will not ask again. Clofe villain, I'H have this fecret from thy heart, or rip Thy heart to find it. Is the with Posthumus? P fore-ftall]-deprive. Than lady, ladies, woman ;]-Than any lady, any number of ladies, the whole fex. "To any count, to all counts, to what is man.” ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, Vol. II. p. 405. Par. From |