Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)
Peer Reviewed
2080
Scena Sexta.
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Enter Imogen alone.
¶I haue tyr'd my selfe: and for two nights together
2085But that my resolution helpes me: Milford,
¶Thou was't within a kenne. Oh Ioue, I thinke
¶Foundations flye the wretched: such I meane,
¶Where they should be releeu'd. Two Beggers told me,
¶That haue Afflictions on them, knowing 'tis
¶A punishment, or Triall? Yes; no wonder,
2095Is worse in Kings, then Beggers. My deere Lord,
¶My hunger's gone; but euen before, I was
¶At point to sinke, for Food. But what is this?
2100I were best not call; I dare not call: yet Famine
¶Ere cleane it o're-throw Nature, makes it valiant.
2105Take, or lend. Hoa? No answer? Then Ile enter.
¶Best draw my Sword; and if mine Enemy
¶Such a Foe, good Heauens.
Exit.
