Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber: Could make him the receiver of; which he took, By her election may be truly read, What kind of man he is. Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me, Is she sole child to the king ? 1 Gent. His only child. He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, Which way they went. 2 Gent. How long is this ago ? 1 Gent. Some twenty years. 2 Gent. That a king's children should be so convey'd! So slackly guarded! And the search so slow, That could not trace them! 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir. C VOL. IX. 5 Formed their manners. 2 Gent. I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the queen, and princess. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. Enter the Queen, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN. Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most step-mothers, Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience Your wisdom may inform you. Post. I will from hence to-day. Please your highness, 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. Imo. [Exit Queen. Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant His rage can do on me: You must be gone; Of angry eyes; not comforted to live, That I may see again. Post. My queen! my mistress ! O, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause Than doth become a man! I will remain Queen. Re-enter Queen. Be brief, I pray you: If the king come, I shall incur I know not How much of his displeasure: -Yet I'll move him To walk this way: I never do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends; Pays dear for my offences. [Aside. [Exit. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow: 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 mother's: take it, heart; 1 But keep it till you woo another wife, When Imogen is dead. How! how! another? You gentle gods, give me but this I have, [Putting on the Ring. While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles I still win of you: For my sake, wear this; It is a manacle of love; I'll place it Upon this fairest prisoner. [Putting a Bracelet on her Arm. Imo. O, the gods! When shall we see again? Post. 1 Enter CYMBELINE and Lords. Alack, the king! Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight! If, after this command, thou fraught the court Thou art poison to my blood. Post. The gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court! 6 Close up. 7 Sensations 8 Fill. A year's age on me! I beseech you, sir, Harm not yourself with your vexation; I Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare9 Subdues all pangs, all fears. Cym. Past grace? obedience? Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of my queen! Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.2 Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have made It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus : You bred him as my playfellow; and he is A man, worth any woman; overbuys me Almost the sum he pays. Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me! -'Would I were A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son ! Re-enter Queen. Cym. Thou foolish thing! 9 A more exquisite feeling. Only. 3 Cattle keeper. 2 A kite. |