His Rage can do on me. Poft. My Queen! my Miftrefs! O Lady, weep no more, left I give caufe Than doth become a Man. I will remain Enter Queen. Queen. Be brief, I pray you; you fend, If the King come, I fhall incur, I know not How much of his Difpleafure--yet I'll move him [Afide. But he do's buy my Injuries, to be Friends, Poft. Should we be taking leave, As long a term as yet we have to live, Were you but riding forth to Air your felf, When Imogen is dead. Poft. How, how? Another! You gentle Gods, give me but this I have, With Bonds of Death. Remain, remain thou here, [Exit. [Putting on the Ring. While Senfe can keep it on: And fweeteft, faireft, As I, my poor felf, did exchange for you To your fo infinite lofs: So in our Trifles I ftill win of you. For my fake wear this, It is a Manacle of Love, I'll place it [Putting a Bracelet on her Arm, Upon this faireft Prifoner. When shall we see again? Enter Cymbeline, and Lords. Poft. Alack, the King! Cym. Thou bafest thing, avoid, hence, from my Sight: If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy Unworthinefs, thou dyeft. Away! Thou'rt Poifon to my Blood. Poft. The Gods protect you, And bless the good Remainders of the Court: I am gone. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More fharp than this is. Cym. O difloyal thing, That should't repair my Youth, thou heap'ft A Year's age on me. Imo. I beseech you, Sir, Harm not your felf with your Vexation, I am fenfelefs of your Wrath; a touch more rare Cym. Paft Grace? Obedience? [Exit. Imo. Paft Hope, and in Defpair, that way paft Grace. Cym. That might'ft have had the fole Son of my Queen? Imo. O bleffed that I might not: I chose an Eagle, And did avoid a Puttock. Cym. Thou took'ft a Beggar, would'st have made my Throne A Seat for Baseness. Imo. No, I rather added a Luftre to it. Imo. Sir, It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus: Cym. What? art thou Mad? Imo. Almoft, Sir; Heav'n reftore me: would I were A Neat-herds Daughter, and my Leonatus Our Neighbour-Shepherd's Son. Enter Queen. Cym. Thou foolish thing; They were again together, you have done Not 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 beft Advice. Queen. Fie, you must give way: Here is your Servant. How now, Sir? What News? Pif. My Lord your Son, drew on my Master. Queen. Hah! No harm, I truft, is done? Pif. There might have been, But that my Mafter rather play'd than fought, Queen. I am very glad on't. [Exit. 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 Queen. This hath been Your faithful Servant: Idare 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. [Exeunt. Enter Cloten, and two Lords. I Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a Shirt; the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: Where Air comes out, Air comes in: There's r.one abroad fo whollome as that you vent. Clot. If my Shirt were bloody, then to shift itHave I hurt him? 2 Lord. No faith: Not fo much as his Patience. i Lord. Hurt him? His Body's a paflable Caikals if he be not hurt. It is a through-fare for Steel if it be not hurt. 2 Lord. His Steel was in debt, it went o'th'Back-fide the Town. Clot. 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 your own: But he added to your having, gave you fome ground. 2 Lord. As many Inches, as you have Oceans, 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 she should love this Fellow, and refufe me! 2 Lord. If it be a Sin to make a true Election, he is damn'd. 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 small reflection of her Wit. Lord. She fhines 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 wish not fo, unlefs 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'ft unto the Shores o'th' Haven, And questioned'ft ev'ry Sail: If he should write, And I not have it, 'twere a Paper loft As offer'd Mercy is: what was the last That he fpake 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 As he could make me with his Eyes, or Ear, Could beft exprefs how flow his Soul fail'd on, Imo. Thou fhould'st have made him As little as a Crow, or lefs, e'er left To after-eye him. Pif. Madam, fo I did. Ime. I would have broke mine Eye-ftrings ; Crack'd them, but to look upon him; 'till the Diminution Of space, had pointed him fharp as my Needle; Nay, followed him, 'till he had melted from The fmallness of a Gnat, to air; and then Have turn'd mine Eye, and wept. But, good Pifanie, Pif. Be affur'd, Madam, With his next Vantage. Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Mine Intereft, and his Honour; or have charg'd him I am in Heav'n for him; or e'er I could, Enter a Lady. Lady. The Queen, Madam, Defires your Highnefs Company. Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd, I will attend the Queen. Pif. Madam, I shall. [Exeunt. SCENE |