Upon this fairest Prifoner. When shall we fee again? Enter Cymbeline, and Lords. Poft. Alack, the King! Cym. Thou bafeft thing, avoid, hence, from my Sight: If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy Unworthiness, thou dy't. Away! Thou'rt Poifon to my Blood. Poft. The Gods protect you, And blefs the good Remainders of the Court: I am gone. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More (harp than this is. Cym. O difloyal thing, That should't repair my Youth, thou heap'st A Year's age on me. Imo. I beseech you, Sir, Harm not your felf with your Vexation, I am fenfeless of your Wrath; a touch more rare Cym. Paft Grace? Obedience ? [Exit. Imo. Paft Hope, and in Despair, that way past Grace. Cym. That might't have had the fole Son of my Queen. Imo. O bleffed that I might not : I chofe an Eagle, And did avoid a Puttock. Cym. Thou took'ft a Beggar, would'st have made my Throne A Seat for Basenefs. Imo. No, I rather added a Luftre to it. Imo. Sir, It is your fault that I have lov'd Pofthumus: Cym. What? art thou Mad? Imo. Almoft, Sir; Heav'n Reftore me: would I were A Neat-herd's Daughter, and my Leonatus Our Neighbour-Shepherd's Son. Enter Queen. Cym. Thou foolish thing; They were again together, you have done Not after our Command. Away with her, Queen. Befeech your Patience; Peace, Dear Lady Daughter, peace. Sweet Sovereign, Leave us to our felves, and make your felf fome Comfort Out of your belt Advice. Cym. Nay let her languish A drop of Blood aday, and being aged Die of this Folly. Enter Pifanio. Queen, Fie, you must give way: [Exit. Flere is your Servant. How now, Sir? What News? Pif. My Lord your Son, drew on my Mafter. No harm, I truft, is done? Pif. There might have been, But that my Master rather play'd than fought, 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 Africk both together, My felf by with a Needle, that I might prick To bring him to the Haven: Left thefe Notes Queen. This hath been Your faithful Servant: I dare lay mine Honour Pif. I humbly thank your Highness. Queen. Pray walk a while. Imo. About fome half Hour hence, pray you speak 'with me; You fhall, at least, go fee my Lord aboard. For this time leave me. Enter Cloten, and two Lords. [Exeunt. 1 Lord. Sir, I would advise you to fhift a Shirt; the Vic lence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: Where Air comes out, Air comes in: There's none abroad fo whol Come as that you vent. Clot. If my Shirt were bloody, then to shift it Have I hurt him? 2 Lord. No faith: Not fo much as his Patience. 1 Lord. Hurt him? His Body's a passable Carkass if he be not hurt. It is through-fare for Steel if it be not hurt. 2 Lord. His Steel was in debt, it went o'th' Back-fide the Town. Clo. The Villain would not ftand me. 2 Lord. No, but he fled forward ftill, toward your Face. 1 Lord. Stand you? you have Land enough of yourown: But he added to your having, gave you fome ground. 2 Lord. As many Inches, as you have Ocean, Puppies! 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. Clot. And that he should love this Fellow, and refufe me! 2 Lord. Ifit be a Sin to make a true Election, she is damn'd. I Lord. Sir,as I told you always, her Beauty and her Brain go not together. She's a good Siga, but I have feen fmall reflection of her Wit. 2 Lord. She shines not upon Fools, left the reflection Should hurt her. Clot. Come, I'll to my Chamber: would there had been fome hurt done. 2 Lord. I with not fo, unless it had been the fall of an Afs, which is no great hurt. Clot. You'll go with us? 1 Lord. I'll attend your Lordship. Clot. Nay come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my Lord. Enter Imogen, and Pifanio. [Exeunt. Imo. I would thou grew'It unto the Shores o'th' Haven, And questioned'ft every Sil: If he fhould 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. It was his Queen, his Queen. Imo. Senfelefs Linnen, happier therein than I: And that was all? Pif. No, Madam; for fo long And as he could make me with his Eyes, or Ear, The Deck, with Glove, or Hat, or Handkerchief, Could best express how flow his Sɔul fail'd on, Imo. Thou fhould'ft have made him As little as a Crow, or lefs, e'er left To after-eye him. Pif. Madam, fo I did. Imo. I would have broke mine Eye-ftrings; Crack'd them, but to look upon him; 'till the Diminution Offpace, had pointed him sharp as my Needle; Nay, followed him, 'till he had melted from The fmallness of a Gnat, to air; and then Pif. Be affur'd, Madam, With his next Vantage. Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Mine Intereft, and his Honuor; or have charg'd him I am in Heav'n for him; or e'er I could, Shakes all our buds from growing, Enter a Lady. Lady. The Queen, Madam, Defires your Highnefs Company. Imo. Thofe things I bid you do, get them difpatch'd, I will attend the Queen. Pif. Madam, I fhall. [Exeunt. SCENE Enter Philario, Iachimo, and a French Man. Iach. Believe it, Sir, I have feen him in Britain; he was then of a Crescent, none expected to prove fo worthy, as fince he hath been allowed the name of. But I could then have look'd on him, without the help of Admiration, though the Catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his fide, and I to perufe him by Items. Phil. You speak of him when he was lefs furnish'd, than now he is, with that which makes him both without and within. French. I have feen him in France; we had very many there, could behold the Sun, with as firm Eyes as he. lach. This matter of marrying his King's Daughter, wherein he must be weighed rather by her value, than his own, words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the matter. French. And then his banishment. Iach. Ay, and the approbation of thofe, that weep this lamentable Divorce under her Colours, are wonderfully to extend him; be it but to fortifie her Judgment, which elle an cafie Battery might lay flat, for taking a Beggar without more Quali y. But how comes it, he is to fojourn with you? how creeps acquaintance? Phil. His Father and I were Soldiers together, to whom I have been often bound for no less than my Life. Enter Pofthumus. Here comes the Britain. Let him be fo entertainnd amongst you, as fuits with Gentlemen of your knowing, to a ftranger of his quality. I beseech you all be better known to this Gentleman, whom I commend to you, as a noble Friend of mine. How worthy he is, I will leave to appear hereafter, rather than ftory him in his own hearing. French. Sir, we have known together in Orleance. Post. Since when I have been debter to you for courte fies, which I will be ever to pay, and yet pay ftill. French. Sir, you o'er-rate my poor kindness; I was glad I did atone my Countryman and you; it had been pity you should have been put together, with fo mortal a purpofe, as then each bore, upon importance of fo flight and trival a nature. Poft. |