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A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus
Our neighbour shepherd's son!

Cym.

Re-enter QUEen.

Thou foolish thing!-

[To the QUEEN.

They were again together: you have done

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 comfort

Out of your best advice.

A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,

Cym.

Die of this folly!

Queen.

Nay, let her languish

[Exit.

Enter PISANIO.

Fye!-you must give way:

Here is your servant.-How now, sir? What news? Pis. My lord your son drew on my master.

Queen.

No harm, I trust, is done?

Pis.

Ha!

There might have been,

But that my master rather play'd than fought,
And had no help of anger: they were parted
By gentlemen at hand.

Queen.

I am very glad on 't.

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 Afric both together;

Myself by with a needle, that I might prick

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
Of what commands I should be subject to,
When 't pleas'd you to employ me.

VOL. VIII.

B

Queen.

This hath been

Your faithful servant: I dare lay mine honour,
He will remain so.

Pis.

I humbly thank your highness.

Queen. Pray, walk a while.

Imo.

About some half hour hence,

I pray you, speak with me: you shall, at least,
Go see my lord aboard: for this time, leave me.

SCENE III.-A public Place.

Enter CLOTEN and Two Lords.

[Exeunt.

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.

Clo. 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 passable carcass if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel if it be not hurt.

2 Lord. His steel was in debt: it went o' the back side the town.

Clo. The villain would not stand me.

[Aside.

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.

Clo. I would they had not come between us. 2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.

[Aside

Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!

2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.

[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. Clo. 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.

Clo. You'll go with us?

1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

Clo. Nay, come, let 's go together.

2 Lord. Well, my lord.

[Aside.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.

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, 't were a paper lost,

As offer'd mercy is. What was the last

That he spake to thee?

Pis.

It was, "His queen, Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief?

Pis.

his queen!

And kiss'd it, madam.

Imo. Senseless linen! happier therein than I!
And that was all?

Pis.
No, madam; for so long
As he could make me with his eye or ear
Distinguish him from others, he did keep
The deck, with glove or hat or handkerchief
Still waving, as the fits and stirs of his mind

Could best express how slow his soul sail'd on,

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Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but

To look upon him; till the diminution

Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle:
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from

The smallness of a gnat to air; and then

Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.-But, good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him?

Pis.

With his next vantage.

Be assur'd, madam,

Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him How I would think on him, at certain hours,

Such thoughts, and such; or I could make him swear
The shes of Italy should not betray

Mine interest and his honour; or have charg'd him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orisons, for then

I am in heaven for him; or ere I could

Give him that parting kiss, which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father,
And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north,
Shakes all our buds from growing.

Lady.

Enter a Lady.

The queen, madam,

Desires your highness' company.

Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them despatch'd.—

I will attend the queen.

Pis.

Madam, I shall.

a Vantage-opportunity.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-Rome. An Apartment in Philario's House.

Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, and a Frenchman. Iach. Believe it, sir: I have seen him in Britain: he was then of a crescent note; expected to prove so worthy as since he hath been allowed the name of: but I could then have looked on him without the help of admiration; though the catalogue of his endowments had been tabled by his side, and I to peruse him by items.

Phi. You speak of him when he was less furnished, than now he is, with that which makes him both without and within.

French. I have seen him in France: we had very many there could behold the sun with as firm eyes as he. Iach. This matter of marrying his king's daughter, (wherein he must be weighed rather by her value than his own,) words him, I doubt not, a great deal from the

matter.

French. And then his banishment

Iach. Ay, and the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce, under her colours, are wonderfully to extend him; be it but to fortify her judgment, which else an easy battery might lay flat, for taking a beggar without less quality. But how comes it he is to sojourn with you? How creeps acquaintance?

Phi. His father and I were soldiers together; to whom I have been often bound for no less than my life :

Enter POSTHUMUS.

Here comes the Briton: Let him be so entertained amongst you, as suits, with gentlemen of your knowing, to a stranger of his quality.-I beseech you all, be better known to this gentleman, whom I commend to you as a noble friend of mine: How worthy he is I will leave

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