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SCENEI.-Britain. The Garden behind CYMBELINE's
Enter two Gentlemen. 1st Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns : our
bloods No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers ; Still seem, as does the king's.
ed Gent. But what's the matter?
1st Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his kingdom,
2d Gent. None but the king ?
1st Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.
2d Gent. And why so?
1st Gent. He, that hath miss’d the princess, is a thing Too bad for bad report: and he, that hath her, (I mean, that married her, -alack, good man ! And therefore banish'd) is a creature such As, to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that should compare. I do not think, So fair an outward, and such stuff within, Endows a man but he.
ed Gent. You speak him far.
1st Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly.
ad Gent. What's his name, and birth?
1st Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was callid Sicilius, who did join his honour, Against the Romans, with Cassibelan;
But had his titles by Tenantius, whom
2d Gent. I honour him
1st Gent. His only child. He had two sons; (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, l'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stolen ; and to this hour, no guess in knowledge
Which way they went.
2d Gent. How long is this ago? 1st Gent. Some twenty years. 2d Gent. That a king's children should be so con
vey'd ! So slackly guarded ! And the search so slow, That could not trace them !
1st Gent. Howsoe'er 'iis strange, Or ihat the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir.
od Gent. I do well believe you. 1st Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the queen, and princess.
SCENE II.-The same.
Enter the Queen, PosthuMUS, and IMOGEN. Queen. No, be assur’d, you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most step-moihers, Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you ihe keys That lock up your restraini. For you, Posihúmus, So soon as I can win ihe offended king, I will be known your advocate : marry, yet The fire of rage is in him; and ’iwere good, You lean’d unto his senience, with what patience Your wisdom may inform you.
Post. Please your highness,
Queen. You know ihe peril :-