ACT V. SCENE 1.

A Field, between the British and Roman Camps. Enter POSTHUMUS, with a bloody Handkerchief.

Posthumus.

YEA, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee; for I wish'd

Thou should'st be colour'd thus.

You married ones,

If each of you would take this course, how many
Must murder wives much better than themselves
For wrying but a little?-O, Pisanio!

Every good servant does not all commands:
No bond, but to do just ones.-Gods! if you
Should have ta'en vengeance on my faults, I never
Had liv'd to put on this: so had you saved
The noble Imogen to repent; and struck
Me, wretch, more worth your vengeance. But,

alack,

You snatch some hence for little faults; that's love,
To have them fall no more: you some permit
To second ills with ills, each elder worse;
And make them dread it, to the doers' thrift.
But Imogen is your own: Do your best wills,
And make me blest to obey !—I am brought hither
Among the Italian gentry, and to fight

Against my lady's kingdom: 'Tis enough

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That, Britain, I have kill'd thy mistress; peace! 20 I'll give no wound to thee, Therefore, good heavens,

Hear

Act 5.

CYMBELINE.

Scene I.

MBrown del!

Thornthwaite soup

MR POPE in POSTHUMUS.

Yea, bloody cloth Ill keep thee.

Printed for J.Bell British Library Strand London Feb. 28th 1786.

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