Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not 2 Gent. And why so? 1 Gent. He that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her, Endows a man but he. 2 Gent. You speak him far. 2 1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly. › 2 Gent. What's his name, and birth? 1. Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour, Died with their swords in hand; for which their father (Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow, That he quit being; and his gentle lady, Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd 2 i. e. You praise him extensively. 3 My praise, however extensive, is within his merit. The father of Cymbeline. As he was born. The king, he takes the babe I honour him But, 'pray you, tell me, 2 Gent. Even out of your report. Is she sole child to the king? 1 Gent. His only child. He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, I'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stolen: and to this hour, no guess in knowledge 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 con vey'd! So slackly guarded! And the search so slow, 1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, VOL. IX. 5 Formed their manners. C 2 Gent. I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the queen, and princess. SCENE II. The same. [Exeunt. Enter the Queen, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN. Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most step-mothers, Evil-eyed unto you: you are my prisoner, but That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience Post. I will from hence to-day. Queen. 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 Imo. [Exit Queen. Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant band, I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing, (Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what His rage can do on me: You must be gone; But that there is this jewel in the world, That I may see again. Post. My queen! my mistress! O, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause 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, Though ink be made of gall. 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, Post. [Aside. [Exit. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow: Adieu ! Were you but riding forth to air yourself, When Imogen is dead. Post. How how! another? You gentle gods, give me but this I have, And sear up 6 my embracements from a next With bonds of death! Remain thou here 6 Close up. [Putting on the Ring. While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, Upon this fairest prisoner. Imo. [Putting a Bracelet on her Arm. O, the gods! When shall we see again? Post. 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! [Exit. And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is. Cym. O disloyal thing, That should'st repair my youth; thou heapest Imo. I beseech you, sir, Harm not yourself with your vexation: I Am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare 9 Subdues all pangs, all fears. Cym. Past grace? obedience ? Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. 7 Sensation. 8 Fill. 9 A more exquisite feeling. |