Ymbeline, King of Britain. CY Cloten, Son to the Queen by a former Husband. Leonatus Pofthumus, A Gentleman in Love with the Princess, and privately Married to her. Guiderius, Difguis'd under the Names of Polidore and Arviragus, Cadwal, fuppofed Sons to Bellarius. Bellarius, A Banish'd Lord, disguis'd under the Name of Morgan. Philario, An Italian, Friend to Pofthumus. Jachimo, Friend to Philario. Caius Lucius, Ambassador from Rome. Pifanio, Servant to Pofthumus. A French Gentleman, Friend to Philario. Cornelius, A Doctor, Servant to the Queen. Queen, Wife to Cymbeline. Imogen, Daughter to Cymbeline by a former Queen. Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators,Tribunes, Ghofts, a Soothsayer, Captains, Soldiers, Meffengers, and other Attendants. SCENE, for fome Part of the first, second, and third Alts, lyes in Rome, for the reft of the Play in Britain. CY Μ ΒΕLINE ACTI SCENE I SCENE A Falace, Enter two Gentlemen. I GENTLEMAN. OU do not meet a Man but frowns: Our No more obey the Heav'ns than our Courtiers; 2 Gent. But what's the matter? I Gent. His Daughter, and the Heir of's He purpos'd to his Wife's fole Son, a Widow Is outward forrow, though I think the King 2 Gent. None but the King? 1 Gent. He that hath loft her too: fo is the Queer. That most defir'd the Match. But not a Courtier, Although they wear their Faces to the bent Of the King's looks, hath a Heart, that is not 2 Gent. And why fo? 1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the Princefs, is a thing 2 Gent. You speak him fair. I Gent. I do extend him, Sir, within himself, 2 Gent. What's his Name and Birth? I Gent. I cannot delve him to the Root: his Father And had, befides this Gentleman in question, Dy'd with their Swords in Hand. For which their Father, What kind of Man he is. 2 Gent 2 Gent. I honour him, even out of your report. But pray you tell me, is the fole Child to th'King? 1 Gent. His only Child. He had two Sons (if this be worth your hearing, a Gent. How long is this ago? I Gext. Some twenty Years. ■ Gent. That a King's Children fhould be fo convey'd ! So Blackly Guarded, and the Search fo flow That could not trace them I Gent, Howfoe'er 'tis ftrange, Or that the Negligence may well be laugh'd at, 2 Gent. I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We muft forbear. Here comes the Gentleman, The Queen, and Princefs. [Exeunt. Enter the Queen, Pofthumus, Imogen, and Attendants. Queen. No, be affur'd you fhall not find me, Daughter, After the Slander of moft Step-Mothers, Evil-ey'd unto you: You're my Prifoner, but That lock up your Reftraint. For you, Pofthumus, 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 Your Wifdom may inform you, Poft. Please your Highnefs, I will from hence to Day. Queen. You know the peril : I'll fetch a turn about the Garden, pitying The Pangs of barr'd Affections, though the King Hath charg'd you should not speak together. [Exit Imo. O diffembling Courtefie! How fine this Tyrant Can tickle where the wounds! My deareft Husband, I fomething fear my Father's Wrath, but nothing, Always referv'd my holy Duty, what G 4 His His Rage can do on me. You must be gone, Poft. My Queen! my Miftrefs! O Lady, weep no more, left I give cause Than doth become a Man. I will remain Who to my Father was a Friend, to me Enter Queen. Queen. Be brief, I pray you; If the King come, I fhall incur, I know not How much of his Difpleasure.yet I'll move him [Ale. To walk this way; I never do him wrong, But he does buy my Injuries, to be Friends, Pays dear for my Offences. Poft. Should we be taking leave, As long a term as yet we have to live, The lothness to depart, would grow; Adieu. Were you but riding forth to Air your felf, Poft. How, how? Another ! You gentle Gods, give me but this I have, [Exit. [Putting on the Ring. While Senfe can keep it on: And fweeteft, faireft, [Putting a Bracelet on her Arm. |