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I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs of barr'd affections; though the King oʻi
Hath charg'dy you should not speak together. [Exit. \
Imo. Diffembling courtefie! how fine this tyrant y
Ean tickle, where the wounds! My deareft husband,
I fomething fear my father's wrath, but nothing
(Always refervid my holy duty) what fas
His rage can do on me. You must be gone,
And Ifhall here abide the hourly fhot
Of angry eyes not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world,
That I may fee again.

Poft. My Queen! my Mistress!

O lady, weep no more, left I give causew
To be fufpected of more tenderness

Than doth become a man. I will remain

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The loyall'ft husband, that did e'er plight troth;
My refidence in Rome, at one Philario's;
Who to my father was a friend, to me!!
Known but by letter, thither write, my Queen, O
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you fend,
Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter Queen.

If the King come, I thall incur I know not

Queen. Be brief, I pray you;

How much of his difpleasure

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As long a term as yet we have to live,

The lothness to depart would grow:

Imo. Nay,oftay a littled and sgan lo so.

Were you but riding forth to air your felf,

Such Parting were too petty. Look here, Love, my (

This diamond was my mother's; take it, heart,
But keep it till you woo another wife,

When Imogen is dead.

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Poft. How how? another! qu5 bluort T You gentle Gods, give me but this I have, And fear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death. Remain, remain thou here,

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To your fo infinite lofs; fo in our trifles As ftill win of you. For my fake, wear this TwyQ It is a manacle of love, I'll place it.

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Imo. O, the Gods! saged When fhall we see again?

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I'm fenfelels of your wrath; a touch more rare
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Imo. Paft hope, and in defpair, that way, pafbgrace.
Cym. Thou might'ft have had the fole fon of my
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Imo. O, bleft, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.

Cym. Thou took'ft a beggar; would't have made my Throne

A Seat for Baseness.

Imo. No, I rather added

A luftre to it.

Cym.

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It is your fault, that I have lov'd Pofthumus.
You bred him as my play-fellow; and he is
A man, worth any woman; over-buys me
Almoft the fum he pays.

Cym. What art thou mad ?

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Our neighbour-fhepherd's fon!

Enter Queen.

Cym. Thou foolish Thing;

They were again together, you have done

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Queen. Befeech your patience; peace,

Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet, Sovereign, i Leave us t'our felves, and make your felf fome comfort Out of your beft advice.

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Enter Pifanio.

Queen. Fie, you must give way Here is your fervant. How now, Pif. My lord your fon drew on Queen. Hah!

No harm, I truft, is done?

Pif. There might have been, But that my mafter rather play'd, And had no help of anger: they By gentlemen at hand.

Queen. I'm very glad on't.

and find [Exit.

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Imo. Your fon's my father's friend, he takes his part, To draw upon an exile: O brave Sir!A Joel: I would they were in Africk both together, My felf by with a needle, that I might pricky The goer-back. Why came you from your mafter? P. On his Command; he would not fuffer me To bring him to the haven: left thefe notes A Of what commands I fhould be fubject to, When't pleas'd you to employ me.

Queen. This hath been

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Enter Cloten, and two Lords.

I Lord Sir, I would advise you to fhift a fhirt; the violence of action hath made you reek as a facrificel Where air comes out, air comes in there's none a broad fo wholfome as That you vent.si,

Clot. If my fhirt were bloody, then to fhift itA Have I hurt him?

2 Lord. No, faith: Not fo much as his patience.

[Afide. I Lord. Hurt him? his body's a paffable carkafs, if he be not hurt. It is a thorough-fare for fteel, if it be not hurellem vik

2 Lord. His fteel was in debt, it went o'th' backfide the town;

Clot. The villain would not ftand me.

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2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans, pup pies! 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." 2,3 on al[Afide. Clot. And that the fhould love this fellow, and re fufe me! "2 Lord. If it be a fin to make a true election, he's damn'd. 21 Afide. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together. She's a good Sign, but I have feen Imall reflection of her wit.vidmung 2 Lord. She fhines not upon fools, left the reflection fhould hurt her. Senol Hou had drool juoda [fide. Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'would, there had been some hurt done!dy solop theol in flant wor 2 Lord. I wish not fo; unfefs it had been the fall of an afs, which is no great hurt.

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