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1st Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his kingdom, whom He purpos'd to his wife's sole son, (a widow, That late he married,) hath referred herself Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: She's wedded; Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king Be touch'd at very heart.

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.

2d Gent. You speak him far.

1st Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly.

2d Gent. What's his name, and birth?

1st Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour, Against the Romans, with Cassibelan;

But had his titles by Tenantius, whom . .

He serv'd with glory and adinir'd success:

So gain'd the sur-addition, Leonatus:

And had, besides this gentleman in question,

Two other sons, who, in the wars o'the time,

Died with their swords in hand; for which their father

(Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow,

That he quit being; and his gentle lady,

Big of this gentleman, our theme, deceas'd

As he was born. The king, he takes the babe

To his protection; calls him Posthumus;

Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber:

Puts him to all the learnings that his time

Could make him the receiver of; which he took,

As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and

In his spring became a harvest: Liv'd in court,

(Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, most lov'd:

A sample to the youngest; to the more mature,

A glass that f'eated them; and to the graver,

A child that guided dotards: to his mistress,

For whom he now is banish'd,—her own price

Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue; .

By her election may be truly read,

What kind of man he is.

Qd Gent. I honour him

Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me,
Is she sole child to the king?

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,
F 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 convey'd! So slackly guarded ! And the search so slow, That could not trace them!

1st Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir.

2d Gent. I do well believe you.

1st Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the queen, and princess. [Exeunt.

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-mothers, Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, So soon as I can win the offended king, I will be known )'our advocate: marry, yet The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good, You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience Your wisdom may inform you.

Post. Please your highness,
I will from hence to-day.

Queen. You know the peril:—
I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying
The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king
Hath charg'd you should not speak together.

[Exit Queen.

Imo. O
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds!—My dearest husband.,
I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing,
(Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what
His rage can do on me: You must be gone;
And I shall here abide the hourly shot
Of angry eyes; not comforted to live,
But that there is this jewel in the world,,
That I may see again.

Post. My queen! my mistress!
O, lady, weep no more; lest I give cause
To be suspected of more tenderness
Than doth become a man! I will remain
The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth.
My residence in Rome at one Philario's;
Who to my father was a friend, to me
Known but by letter: thither write, my queen,
And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send,
Though ink be made of gall.

Re-enter Queen.
Queen. Be brief, I pray you:
If the king come, I shall incur I know not
How much of his displeasure:—Yet I'll move him

[Aside.
Tq walk this way: I never do him wrong,
But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;
Pays dear for my offences. [Exit.

Post. Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow: Adieu!

Imo. Nay, stay a little:
Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Such parting were too petty. Look here, love;
This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart;
But keep it till you woo another wife,
When Imogen is dead.

Post. How! how! another !—
You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And sear up my embracements from a next
With bonds of death !—Remain thou here,

[Putting on the ring.
While sense can keep it on! And sweetest, fairest,
As I my poor self did exchange for you,
To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles
I still win of you: For my sake, weai this;
It is a manacle of love; I'll place it
Upon this fairest prisoner.

[Putting a bracelet on her arm.

Imo. O, the gods! When shall we see again?

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 With thy unworthiness, thou diest: Away! Thou art poison to my blood. Post. The gods protect you!

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