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You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience
Poft. Please your Highness,
Queen. You know the peril:
Imo. Dillembling courtesie! how fine this tyrant
You must be gone,
Poft. My Queen ! my mistress! !
[Exit. Pelt. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live,
The 8 does buy
The lochness to depart would grow: adieu.
Imo. Nay, stay a little -
Pot. How, how ? another!
[Putting on the ring
[Putting a bracelet on her arm. Upon this fairest pris’ner,
Imo. O the Gods !
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Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.
Cym. Thou baseft thing, avoid, hence, from my sight:
Poft. The Gods protect you,
Cym. O disloyal thing,
A year's 9 heap'it a year's
A year's age on me.
Ímo. I befeech you, Sir,
Cym. Pait grace? obedience ?
Imo. O bleft that I might not ! I chose an eagle,
(throne Cym. Thou cook’tt a beggar; woud'st have made my A feat for baseness.
Imo. No, I rather added A luftre to it.
Cym. O thou vile one!
Cym. What ? art thou mad ? :
Imo. Almoft, Sir; heav'n restore me! would I were
Queen. 'Beseech your patience ; peace,
Cym. Nay, let her languish
. My Lord your fon. drew on my master.
Pif. There might have been,
Imo. Your son's my father's friend, he takes his part,
. On his command; he would not suffer me
Queen. This hath been
Pif. I humbly thank your Highness.
Imo. About some half hour hence, pray speak with me;
Enter Cloten, and two Lords.
the violence of action hath made you reek as a sacrifice. Where air comes out, air comes in : there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
Clot. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it Have I hurt him?
2 Lord No, 'faith: not so much as his patience, [Aside.
1 Lord. Hurt him ? his body's a paflable carcass if he be not hurt. It is a thorough-fare for steel if it be not hurt.
2 Lord. His steel was in debt, it went o' th backside the town.
[Aide. Clot. The villain would not stand me. 2 Lord. No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.
[Aside. i Lord. Stand you? you have land enough of your own; but he added to your having, gave you some ground. 2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans, puppies !
[Afidei Clot. I would they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measur'd how long you were upon the ground.
[Aide Clot. And that The should love this fellow, and refuse
me ! 2 Lord. If it be a fin to make a true 'election, she's damn'd.
[Afide. Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together. She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.
2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.
[Afide. Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber : would there had been some hurt done!
2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
[Afide. Clot. You'll go with us? i Lord. I'll attend your Lordship. Clot. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my Lord.