No, be assured you shall not find me, Daughter,

1.2.385After the slander of most stepmothers,

1.2.486Evil-eyed unto you. You're my prisoner, but

1.2.587Your jailer shall deliver you the keys

1.2.688That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,

1.2.789So soon as I can win th'offended King,

1.2.890I will be known your advocate; marry, yet

1.2.991The fire of rage is in him, and 'twere good

1.2.1092You leaned unto his sentence; with what patience,

1.2.1193Your wisdom may inform you.

Your wisdom may inform you. Please Your Highness,

1.2.1295I will from hence today.

I will from hence today. You know the peril.

1.2.1397I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying

1.2.1498The pangs of barred affections, though the King

1.2.1599Hath charged you should not speak together.

O dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant

1.2.18101Can tickle where she wounds! My dearest husband,

1.2.19102I something fear my father's wrath but nothing

1.2.20103(Always reserved my holy duty) what

1.2.21104His rage can do on me. You must be gone,

1.2.22105And I shall here abide the hourly shot

1.2.23106Of angry eyes, not comforted to live

1.2.24107But that there is this jewel in the world

1.2.25108That I may see again.

That I may see again. My queen, my mistress,

1.2.26110O lady, weep no more lest I give cause

1.2.27111To be suspected of more tenderness

1.2.28112Than doth become a man. I will remain

1.2.29113The loyalest husband that did e'er plight troth.

1.2.30114My residence in Rome, at one Philario's,

1.2.31115Who to my father was a friend, to me

1.2.32116Known but by letter. Thither write, my queen,

1.2.33117And with mine eyes I'll drink the words you send

1.2.34118Though ink be made of gall.

Though ink be made of gall. Be brief, I pray you.

1.2.35121If the King come, I shall incur I know not

1.2.36122How much of his displeasure -- [Aside] yet I'll move him

1.2.37123To walk this way. I never do him wrong

1.2.38124But he does buy my injuries, to be friends;

1.2.39125Pays dear for my offenses.

Should we be taking leave

1.2.41127As long a term as yet we have to live,

1.2.42128The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu.

Nay, stay a little:

1.2.44130Were you but riding forth to air yourself,

1.2.45131Such parting were too petty. Look here, love,

1.2.46132This diamond was my mother's;

This diamond was my mother's; Take it, heart,

1.2.47133But keep it till you woo another wife

1.2.48134When Imogen is dead.

When Imogen is dead. How, how? Another?

1.2.49136You gentle gods, give me but this I have

1.2.50137And cere up my embracements from a next

1.2.51138With bonds of death. Remain, remain thou here

1.2.52139While sense can keep it on. And sweetest, fairest,

1.2.53140As I my poor self did exchange for you

1.2.54141To your so infinite loss, so in our trifles

1.2.55142I still win of you. For my sake wear this;

1.2.57143It is a manacle of love. I'll place it

1.2.58144Upon this fairest prisoner.

Upon this fairest prisoner. O the gods!

1.2.59146When shall we see again?

When shall we see again? Alack, the King!

Thou basest thing, avoid hence, from my sight!

1.2.61150If after this command thou fraught the court

1.2.62151With thy unworthiness, thou diest. Away:

1.2.63152Thou'rt poison to my blood.

Thou'rt poison to my blood. The gods protect you

1.2.64154And bless the good remainders of the court.

1.2.65155I am gone.

I am gone. There cannot be a pinch in death

1.2.66157More sharp than this is.

More sharp than this is. O disloyal thing

1.2.67159That shouldst repair my youth, thou heapst

1.2.68160A year's age on me.

A year's age on me. I beseech you, sir,

1.2.69162Harm not yourself with your vexation.

1.2.70163I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare

1.2.71164Subdues all pangs, all fears.

Subdues all pangs, all fears. Past grace? Obedience?

Past hope and in despair, that way past grace.

That mightst have had 168the sole son of my Queen.

Oh, blessed that I might not! I chose an eagle

1.2.75170And did avoid a puttock.

Thou tookst a beggar, wouldst have made my 172throne

1.2.77A seat for baseness.

A seat for baseness. No, I rather added

1.2.78A luster to it.

A luster to it. O thou vile one!

A luster to it. O thou vile one! Sir,

1.2.80176It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus:

1.2.81177You bred him as my playfellow, and he is

1.2.82178A man worth any woman; over-buys me

1.2.83179Almost the sum he pays.

Almost the sum he pays. What? Art thou mad?

Almost, sir, Heaven restore me! Would I were

1.2.85182A neatherd's daughter and my Leonatus

1.2.86183Our neighbor shepherd's son.

Our neighbor shepherd's son. Thou foolish thing,

1.2.87186They were again together. You have done

1.2.88187Not after our command. Away with her

1.2.89188And pen her up.

And pen her up. Beseech your patience. -- Peace,

1.2.90190Dear lady daughter, peace. -- Sweet sovereign,

1.2.91191Leave us to ourselves and make yourself some comfort

1.2.92192Out of your best advice.

Out of your best advice. Nay, let her languish

1.2.93194A drop of blood a day and, being aged,

1.2.94195Die of this folly.

Die of this folly. 197Queen [To Imogen]

Fie! You must give way!

1.2.95198Here is your servant. -- How now, sir? What news?

My lord your son drew on my master.

My lord your son drew on my master. Ha?

1.2.97201No harm, I trust, is done?

No harm, I trust, is done? There might have been,

1.2.98203But that my master rather played than fought

1.2.99204And had no help of anger. They were parted

1.2.100205By gentlemen at hand.

By gentlemen at hand. I am very glad on't.

Your son's my father's friend: he takes his part

1.2.102208To draw upon an exile. Oh, brave sir!

1.2.103209I would they were in Afric both together,

1.2.104210Myself by with a needle that I might prick

1.2.105211The goer-back. Why came you from your master?

On his command. He would not suffer me

1.2.107213To bring him to the haven; left these notes

1.2.108214Of what commands I should be subject to

1.2.109215When't pleased you to employ me.

When't pleased you to employ me. This hath been

1.2.110217Your faithful servant. I dare lay mine honor

1.2.111218He will remain so.

I humbly thank Your Highness.

I humbly thank Your Highness. 220Queen [To Imogen]

Pray walk awhile.

1.2.113221Imogen [To Pisanio]

About some half hour hence, 222pray you speak with me;

1.2.114223You shall at least go see my lord aboard.

1.2.115224For this time, leave me.