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Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber":
I honour him
His only child. He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, I'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stolen: and to this hour, no guess in knowledge Which way they went. 2 Gent.
How long is this ago? 1 Gent. Some twenty years.
2 Gent. That a king's children should be so convey'd! So slackly guarded! And the search so slow, That could not trace them ! 1 Gent.
Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir.
$ Formed their manners,
I do well believe you. 1 Gent. We must forbear; Here comes the
queen, and princess.
Enter the Queen, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN. Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me,
Please your highness,
You know the peril:
[Exit Queen. Imo. 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;
My queen! my mistress !
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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. To walk this way: I never do him wrong, But he does buy my injuries, to be friends ; Pays dear for my offences.
Should we be taking leave
Imo. Nay, stay a little :
But keep it till you woo another wife,
How! how! another?
[Putting on the Ring.
[Putting a Bracelet on her Arm. Imo.
O, the gods ! When shall we see again?
Enter CYMBELINE and Lords. Post.
Alack, the king !
The gods protect you! And bless the good remainders of the court!
[Exit. 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
'I am gone.
6 Close up:
A year's age on me!
I beseech you, sir,
Past grace? obedience? Imo. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. Cym. That might'st have had the sole' son of my
Imo. O bless'd, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock.a
Cym. Thou took’st a beggar; would'st have made
A seat for baseness.
No; I rather added
Cym. O thou vile one !
Imo. It is your
fault that I have lov'd Posthumus : You bred him as my playfellow; and he is A man, worth any woman; overbuys me Almost the sum he
What!-art thou mad! Imo. Almost, sir : Heaven restore me!-'Would
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Thou foolish thing! 9 A more exquisite feeling.
2 A kite. 3 Cattle keeper: