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Enter CYMBELINE, and Lords.
Post. Alack, the king!
Post. The gods protect you !
[Exit. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death 150 More sharp than this is.
Cym. O disloyal thing,
Imo. I beseechi you, sir,
Cym. Past grace? obedience ?
Imo. Past hope, and in despair ; that way, past grace.
161 Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of iny queen!
Imo. O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle,
Imo. No; I rather added
Cym. What !-art thou mad?
A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus
180 They were again together : you have done
[To the Queen. Not after our command. Away with her, And pen her
up: Queen. Beseech your patience :-Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace;-Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some com.
Cym. Nay, let her languish
Queen. Fie!--you must give way :
191 Here is your servant.-How now, sir, what news?
Pis. My lord, your son drew on my master.
Pis. There might have been,
Queen. I am very glad on't.
Pis. On his command: He would not suffer me
Queen. This hath been
Pis. I humbly thank your highness.
You shall, at least, go see my lord aboard :
Enter Cloten, and two Lords.
1 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 none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
Clot. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift itHave I hurt him? 2 Lord. No, faith; not so much as his patience.
[ Aside. 1 Lord. Hurt him his body's a passable 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' the backside the town.
[ Aside, Clot. The villain would not stand me.
230 2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
[ Aside. 1 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!
[ Aside. 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. [ Aside.
Clot. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!
242 2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn'd.
[ Aside. i 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.
[ Aside. Clot. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there had been some hurt done!
251 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
[ Aside. 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.
IMOGÉN'S Apartments. Enter IMOGEN, and PISANIO. Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the
haven, And question’dst every sail : if he should write, And I not have it, 'twere a paper
260 As offer'd mercy is. What was the last Bij