Enter CYMBELINE, and Lords. Post. Alack, the king! Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight! If, after this command, thou fraught the court Thou art poison to my blood. Post. The gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court! Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is. Cym. O disloyal thing, That should'st repair my youth; thou heapest Imo. I beseech you, sir, Harm not yourself with your vexation; I Subdues all pangs, all fears. Cym. Past grace? obedience? [Exit. 150 Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace.. 161 Cym. That might'st have had the sole son of my queen! Imo. O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock. Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; would'st have made my throne A seat for baseness, Imo. No; I rather added A lustre to it. Cym. O thou vile one! 170 Imo. Sir, It is your fault that I have lov'd Posthumus : You bred him as my play-fellow; and he is Almost the sum he pays. Cym. What!-art thou mad? Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!-Would I were A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son! Re-enter Queen. Cym. Thou foolish thing! 180 [To the Queen. They were again together: you have done Not after our command. Away with her, Queen. Beseech your patience :-Peace, Dear lady daughter, peace;-Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some com fort Out of your best advice. Cym. Nay, let her languish A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, Die of this folly! [Exit. Enter Enter PISAΝΙΟ. 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. Queen. Ha! No harm, I trust, is done? Pis. There might have been, But that my master rather play'd than fought, Queen. I am very glad on't. 200 Imo. Your son's my father's friend: he takes his part To draw upon an exile! - O brave sir! The goer back. Why came you from your master? Pis. On his command: He would not suffer me To bring him to the haven: left these notes Queen. This hath been 210 Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour, Pis. I humbly thank your highness. Queen. Pray, walk a while. Imo. About some half hour hence, pray you, speak with me: B You You shall, at least, go see my lord aboard: [Exeunt. SCENE III. 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. 221 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. Clot. The villain would not stand me. [Aside. 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. 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. 1 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! f 251 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, 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. [Aside. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. IMOGEN'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, Bij 260 That |