ACT I Sc. I For one his like, there would be something failing Endows a man but he. SEC. GENT. You speak him far. FIRST GENT. I do extend him, Sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly. SEC. GENT. What's his name and birth? FIRST GENT. I cannot delve him to the root: his father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour So gain'd the sur-addition Leonatus: 30 Died with their swords in hand; for which their father, That he quit being; and his gentle Lady, To his protection; calls him Posthumus Leonatus ; What kind of man he is. SEC. GENT. I honour him But, pray you, tell me, Even out of your report. His only child. 40 50 1 fashioned. 2 He had two sons (if this be worth your hearing, I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery Which way they went. SEC. GENT. How long is this ago? FIRST GENT. Some twenty years. SEC. GENT. That a King's children should be so convey'd! So slackly guarded! and the search so slow, That could not trace them! FIRST GENT. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, FIRST GENT. We must forbear: here comes the gentle man, ACT I The Queen, and Princess. [exeunt. Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN. QUEEN. NO, be assur'd you shall not find me, Daughter, Evil-ey'd unto you: you're my prisoner, but That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good You lean'd unto his sentence with what patience POST. I will from hence to-day. QUEEN. 71 I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying O [exit. Dissembling Courtesy! How fine this tyrant ACT I Sc. I (Always reserv❜d my holy duty) what His rage can do on me: you must be gone; POST. My Queen! my Mistress! To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth: My 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 send, QUEEN. Re-enter the QUEEN. Be brief, I pray you: If the King come, I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure. [aside.] Yet I'll move him To walk this way: I never do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; POST. [exit. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, IMO. Nay, stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Such parting were too petty. Look here, Love; 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 sear1 up my embracements from a next ΙΙΟ [putting on the ring. While sense can keep it on! And, Sweetest, Fairest, 1 wrap up in a winding-sheet; or lock up; or a legal metaphor, from melting wax 210 for a seal. 2 i.e. while I am alive to guard it. Enter CYMBELINE and Lords. CYM. Thou basest Thing, avoid! hence, from my sight! If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy unworthiness, thou diest: away! Thou 'rt poison to my blood. POST. And bless the good remainders of the Court! I am gone. The Gods protect you! [exit. IMO. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is. 130 Harm not yourself with your vexation : I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare CYM. Past grace? obedience? IMO. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. And did avoid a puttock.1 140 CYм. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have made my throne ACT I You bred him as my playfellow; and he is CYM. What! art thou mad? Iмo. Almost, Sir: Heaven restore me! Would I were Our neighbour shepherd's son ! CYM. Re-enter the QUEEN. Thou foolish Thing! 151 They were again together: you have done QUEEN. Beseech your patience. Peace, Dear Lady Daughter, peace! Sweet Sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort Here is your servant. No harm, I trust, is done? PIS. Ha! 160 There might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought, 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! O brave Sir! I would they were in Afric both together; Myself by with a needle, that I might prick 170 |