Post. Enter CYMBELINE and Lords. Alack, the king! Cym. Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight! If, after this command, thou fraught the court Post. The gods protect you! [Exit. And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is. Cym. 1 O disloyal thing, That shouldst repair my youth; thou heapest Imo. I beseech you, sir, Harm not yourself with your vexation: I 3 Сут. queen! Imo. O blessed, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.1 Cym. Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne 1 i. e. renovate my youth, make me young again. "To repaire (according to Baret) is to restore to the first state, to renew." 2 Sir Thomas Hanmer reads: thou heapest many A year's age on me!" Some such emendation seems necessary. 3 "A touch more rare" is "a more exquisite feeling." 4 A puttock is a mean, degenerate species of hawk, too worthless to deserve training. Imo. Sir, It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus. Cym. What!-art thou mad? Imo. Almost, sir; Heaven restore me!—'Would I were A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus Our neighbor shepherd's son! And pen her up. 'Beseech your patience;-peace, Dear lady daughter, peace. Sweet sovereign, Leave us to ourselves; and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice.2 Сут. Nay, let her languish [Exit. A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, Die of this folly! Queen. Enter PISANIO. Fie!-you must give way; Here is your servant.-How now, sir? What news? Pis. My lord your son drew on my master. 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; The goer back. Why came you from your master? Queen. Pis. I humbly thank your highness. Queen. Pray, walk a while. About some half hour hence, I pray you, speak with me; you shall, at least, [Exeunt. 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. 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 backside 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. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her her brain go not together. She's a good have seen small reflection of her wit.1 2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest tion should hurt her. Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber. been some hurt done! [Aside. beauty and sign, but I the reflec[Aside. 'Would there had 2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall 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, 1 "Her beauty and her sense are not equal." To understand the force of this idea, it should be remembered, that anciently almost every sign had a motto, or some attempt at a witticism underneath. As offered mercy is. What was the last Pis. Imo. Then waved his handkerchief? Pis. 'Twas, His queen, his queen! And kissed it, madam. Imo. Senseless linen! happier therein than I!— Pis. Imo. Thou shouldst have made him As little as a crow, or less, ere left To after-eye him. Pis. Madam, so I did. Imo. I would have broke mine eye-strings; cracked them, but To look upon him; till the diminution 3 Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle; Nay, followed him, till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air; and then Have turned mine eye, and wept.-But, good Pisanio, When shall we hear from him? Pis. With his next vantage.1 Be assured, 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 Mine interest, and his honor; or have charged him, To encounter me with orisons, for then 1 "Its loss would be as fatal as the loss of intended mercy to a condemned criminal." 2 The old copy reads, "his eye or ear." 3 The diminution of space is the diminution of which space is the cause. 4 Opportunity. |