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Cymbeline (Folio 1, 1623)
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370The Tragedie of Cymbeline.
90I will be knowne your Aduocate: marry yet
91The fire of Rage is in him, and 'twere good
92You lean'd vnto his Sentence, with what patience
93Your wisedome may informe you.
95I will from hence to day.
96Qu. You know the perill:
97Ile fetch a turne about the Garden, pittying
102I something feare my Fathers wrath, but nothing
103(Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty) what
104His rage can do on me. You must be gone,
106Of angry eyes: not comforted to liue,
107But that there is this Iewell in the world,
108That I may see againe.
112Then doth become a man. I will remaine
113The loyall'st husband, that did ere plight troth.
114My residence in Rome, at one Filorio's,
115Who, to my Father was a Friend, to me
116Knowne but by Letter; thither write (my Queene)
117And with mine eyes, Ile drinke the words you send,
118Though Inke be made of Gall.
119Enter Queene.
120Qu. Be briefe, I pray you:
121If the King come, I shall incurre, I know not
123To walke this way: I neuer do him wrong,
124But he do's buy my Iniuries, to be Friends:
125Payes deere for my offences.
126Post. Should we be taking leaue
127As long a terme as yet we haue to liue,
128The loathnesse to depart, would grow: Adieu.
130Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe,
131Such parting were too petty. Looke heere (Loue)
132This Diamond was my Mothers; take it (Heart)
133But keepe it till you woo another Wife,
134When Imogen is dead.
135Post. How, how? Another?
136You gentle Gods, giue me but this I haue,
137And seare vp my embracements from a next,
138With bonds of death. Remaine, remaine thou heere,
140As I (my poore selfe) did exchange for you
143It is a Manacle of Loue, Ile place it
145Imo. O the Gods!
147Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.
148Post. Alacke, the King.
150If after this command thou fraught the Court
152Thou'rt poyson to my blood.
154And blesse the good Remainders of the Court:
155I am gone. Exit.
156Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
157More sharpe then this is.
160A yeares age on mee.
162Harme not your selfe with your vexation,
164Subdues all pangs, all feares.
168The sole Sonne of my Queene.
170And did auoyd a Puttocke.
174Cym. O thou vilde one!
175Imo. Sir,
177You bred him as my Play-fellow, and he is
178A man, worth any woman: Ouer-buyes mee
180Cym. What? art thou mad?
182A Neat-heards Daughter, and my Leonatus
183Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne.
184Enter Queene.
186They were againe together: you haue done
187Not after our command. Away with her,
188And pen her vp.
190Deere Lady daughter, peace. Sweet Soueraigne,
192Out of your best aduice.
194A drop of blood a day, and being aged
195Dye of this Folly. Exit.
196Enter Pisanio.
198Heere is your Seruant. How now Sir? What newes?
200Qu. Hah?
201No harme I trust is done?
202Pisa. There might haue beene,
203But that my Master rather plaid, then fought,
204And had no helpe of Anger: they were parted
205By Gentlemen, at hand.
206Qu. I am very glad on't.
207Imo. Your Son's my Fathers friend, he takes his part
208To draw vpon an Exile. O braue Sir,
209I would they were in Affricke both together,
210My selfe by with a Needle, that I might pricke
211The goer backe. Why came you from your Master?
213To bring him to the Hauen: left these Notes
215When't pleas'd you to employ me.
216Qu. This hath beene
217Your faithfull Seruant: I dare lay mine Honour
218He will remaine so.
Qu.