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АстІ. SCENE 11.

Cymbeline's Palace in Britain.

Enter two Gentlemen.

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i Gentleman. OU do not meet à inan but frowns : our

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No more obey the Heavens than our cour. Still seem as does the King's.

[tiers, 2 Gent. But what's the matter?

i Gent. His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, He purpos’d to his wife's sole son, a widow [whom That late he married, hath referr'd herself Unto a poor þut worthy gentleman. She's wedded'; Her husband banished; the imprison'd: All Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the King Be touch'd at very heart.

2 Gent. None but the King?

i Gent. He that hath lost her too: so is the Queen, That most desir'd the match. But not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent

į. e. Our dispositions: thefe are commonly supposed to be influenced by the weather, and therefore may be properly said to obey it. The sense therefore is, Every one you meet appears to be displeased and out of humour; the heavens have no more influence on our dispofitions than they have on the courtiers : both seem to be equally determined by the humour the King hapo pens to be in. If he is cloudy, all are instantly cloudy too. Revisal.

Of the King's look, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scoull at.

2. Gent. And why so?

i Gent. He that hath mifs'd the princess.is a thing: Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her, I mean that marry'd here alack, good man! And therefore banilh'd, is a creature fucli As, to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be fomething failing In him that should compare. I do not think So fair an outward, and such Auff within Endows a man but him.

2 Gent. You speak him far.

1 Gent. I do extend him, Sir, within himself, Crush him together rather than unfold His measure duly,

2 Gent. What's his name and birth?

i Gent. I cannot delve him to.the root: his father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour Against the Romans with Callbelan; But bad his titles by. Tenantius, whom He ferv'd with glory and admir'd with succefs; So gaind the sur-addition, Leonatus; And had, besides this gentleman in question, Two other fons; who, in the wars o'th' time, Dy'd with their swords in hand: for which their fa. Then old and fond of issue, took such forrow, [thera That he quit being; and his gentle lady, Big of this gentleman, our theam, deceas'd. As he was born. The King he takes the babe. To nis protection, calls him Posthumus, Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber; Puits to liim all the learnings that his tiine Could inake tiim the receiver of, which he took As we do air, fast as 'twas ministred, And in's (pring became a harvest: liv'd in court, Which rare it is to do, most prais'd, most lovid, A fimple to the young'st; to the more mature,

* That is, I do extend him, or give you his proposa, sicns; Sir, far' Sort of wha: they really are in himself,

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A glass that featur'd them; and to the graver,
A child that guided dotards. To his mistress,
For whom he now is baniili'd, her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue.
By her election may be truly read
What kind of man he is.

2 Gent. I honour him, Ev'n out of your report. But pray you tell me, Is she sole child to the King ?

i Geit. His only child. He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it); the eldest of thein at three years old, I'th' swathing clothes the other, from their nursery W'ere stoln; and to this hour, no gueis in knowWhich way they went.

[leuge 2 Gent. How long is this ago ? i Gent. Some twenty years.

2 Gent. That a king's children should be so con. So Nackly guarded, and the search fo flow [vey'd, That could not trace thein

i Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, Sir. 2 Gent. I do well believe you. i Gent. We must forbear. Here comes the gentle

inan, The queen and princess.

[Exeunt.

SC E N E II. Enter the Queen, Posthumus, Imogen, and Ai.

tendants. Queen. No, be assur'd you shall not find me, daughAfter the Nander of most step-mothers, [ter, Evil-eyed unto you. You're my prisoner, but Your goaler l'all deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you,

Posthumus, So soon as I can win th' offended king, I will be known your advocate : marry, yet, The fire of rage is in hin; and 'twere good You lean'd unto his fentence, with what patience Your, wisdom may inform you.

Poft. Please your Highness, I will from hence to-day.

Queen. You know the peril ; I'll ferch a turn about the garden, pitying The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king Hath charg'd you thould not speak together. [Exit.

Imo. Diflerbling Courtesy! how fine this tyrant
Cån tickle where the wounds! My deareft husband,
I something fear my father's wrath, but nothingr
Always reserv'u my holy duty, what
His rage can do on me.

You mut be goney
And I fall here abide the hourly Mot
Of angry eyes; not comforted to live,
Bilt that there is this jewel in the world,
That I may see again.

Poft. My Queen! my mistress!
O Lady, weep no more, lest I give cause
To be suspected of more tenderness
Than doth become a man. I will remain
The loyall'At husband that did e'er plight troth :
Mv residence in Rome, at one Philario's ;
Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter. Thither write, my Queen,
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you fend,
Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter Queen. Queen. Be brief, I pray you ; If the King come, I mall incur 'I know not How much of his displeasure. Yet I'll move him To walk this way: I never do him wrong, [Aside: But he does buy my injuries, to be friends Pays dear for my offences.

[Exit. post. Should we be taking leave, As long a term as yet we have to live, The lothness to depart would groit.-Adieu !

Imo. Nay, stay a little. Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Such parting were too petty. Look here, love. This diamond was my inother's; take it, heart, But keep it till you woo another wife, When Imogen is dead.

Post. How, how, another! You gentle gods, give me but this I have, And lear up my embracements from a next . With bonds of death. Remain, remain thou here

:

[Putting on the ring. While sense can keep thee on ! and sweetett, faireiten As I my poor self did exchange for you,

To your lo infinite loss; fo, in our trifles
I still win of you.' For my lake wear this;
It is a manacle of love, I'll place it

[Putting a bracelet on her arna l'pon this faireft pris'ner.

Imo, O, the Gods! When shall we see again?

SCE N E III.

Enter Cymbeline and Lords.
Poft. Alack, the King -
Cym. Thou baseft thing, avoid! hence ! from my.

fight!
If, after this command, thou fraught the court
With thy unworthinels, thou dy'it away!
Thou'rt poison to my blood,

Post. The Gods protect yoil,
And bless the good remainders of the court!
I'm gone.

[Exit. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp, than this is.

Cym. O disloyal thing,
That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'lt
A year's age

Imo. I beseech you, Sir,
Harm not yourself with your vexation ;
I'm.senseless of your wrath ;, a touch more rare
Subdues all pangs, all fears.

Cym. Paft grace? obedience?
Imo. Pafthope, and in defpair ; that way paft grace.
Cym. Thou might'st have had ibe fole ion of my

queen.
* I read,

thou heapijt
Years, ages on me., Johnson

* on me.

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