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That I may see again。 POSTHUMUS。 My queen！ my mistress！ O lady；
weep no more； lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than
doth become a man。 I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight
troth； My residence in Rome at one Philario's； Who to my father was a
friend； to me Known but by letter； thither write； my queen； And with mine
eyes I'll drink the words you send； Though ink be made of gall。
Re…enter QUEEN
QUEEN。 Be brief； I pray you。 If the King come； I shall incur I know
not How much of his displeasure。 ＇Aside＇ Yet I'll move him To walk this
way。 I never do him wrong But he does buy my injuries； to be friends；
Pays dear for my offences。 Exit POSTHUMUS。 Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live； The loathness to depart would grow。
Adieu！ IMOGEN。 Nay； stay a little。 Were you but riding forth to air
yourself； Such parting were too petty。 Look here； love： This diamond was
my mother's； take it； heart； But keep it till you woo another wife； When
Imogen is dead。 POSTHUMUS。 How； how？ Another？ You gentle gods；
give me but this I have； And sear up my embracements from a next With
bonds of death！ Remain； remain thou here ＇Puts on the ring＇ While sense
can keep it on。 And； sweetest； fairest； As I my poor self did exchange for
you； To your so infinite loss； so in our trifles I still win of you。 For my
sake wear this； It is a manacle of love； I'll place it Upon this fairest
prisoner。 ＇Puts a bracelet on her arm＇ IMOGEN。 O the gods！ When shall
we see again？
Enter CYMBELINE and LORDS
POSTHUMUS。 Alack； the King！ CYMBELINE。 Thou basest thing；
avoid； hence from my sight If after this command thou fraught the court
With thy unworthiness； thou diest。 Away！ Thou'rt poison to my blood。
POSTHUMUS。 The gods protect you； And bless the good remainders of
the court！ I am gone。 Exit
IMOGEN。 There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is。
CYMBELINE。 O disloyal thing； That shouldst repair my youth； thou
heap'st A year's age on me！ IMOGEN。 I beseech you； sir； Harm not
yourself with your vexation。 I am senseless of your wrath； a touch more
rare Subdues all pangs； all fears。 CYMBELINE。 Past grace？ obedience？
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CYMBELINE
IMOGEN。 Past hope； and in despair； that way past grace。 CYMBELINE。
That mightst have had the sole son of my queen！ IMOGEN。 O blessed that
I might not！ I chose an eagle； And did avoid a puttock。 CYMBELINE。
Thou took'st a beggar； wouldst have made my throne A seat for baseness。
IMOGEN。 No； I rather added A lustre to it。 CYMBELINE。 O thou vile one！
IMOGEN。 Sir； 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 pays。 CYMBELINE。 What； art thou mad？ IMOGEN。 Almost；
sir。 Heaven restore me！ Would I were A neat…herd's daughter； and my
Leonatus Our neighbour shepherd's son！
Re…enter QUEEN
CYMBELINE。 Thou foolish thing！ ＇To the QUEEN＇ They were
again together。 You have done Not after our command。 Away with her；
And pen her up。 QUEEN。 Beseech your patience。… Peace； Dear lady
daughter； peace！… Sweet sovereign； Leave us to ourselves； and make
yourself some comfort Out of your best advice。 CYMBELINE。 Nay； let
her languish A drop of blood a day and； being aged； Die of this folly。 Exit；
with LORDS
Enter PISANIO
QUEEN。 Fie！ you must give way。 Here is your servant。 How now； sir！
What news？ PISANIO。 My lord your son drew on my master。 QUEEN。
Ha！ No harm； I trust； is done？ PISANIO。 There might have been； But that
my master rather play'd than fought； And had no help of anger； they were
parted By gentlemen at hand。 QUEEN。 I am very glad on't。 IMOGEN。
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； Myself by with a
needle； that I might prick The goer…back。 Why came you from your master？
PISANIO。 On his command。 He would not suffer me To bring him to the
haven； left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to； When't
pleas'd you to employ me。 QUEEN。 This hath been Your faithful servant。 I
dare lay mine honour He will remain so。 PISANIO。 I humbly thank your
Highness。 QUEEN。 Pray walk awhile。 IMOGEN。 About some half…hour
hence； Pray you speak with me。 You shall at least Go see my lord aboard。
For this time leave me。 Exeunt
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CYMBELINE
SCENE II。 Britain。 A public place
Enter CLOTEN and two LORDS
FIRST 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。 CLOTEN。 If my
shirt were bloody； then to shift it。 Have I hurt him？ SECOND LORD。
＇Aside＇ No； faith； not so much as his patience。 FIRST LORD。 Hurt him！
His body's a passable carcass if he be not hurt。 It is a throughfare for steel
if it be not hurt。 SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇ His steel was in debt； it went o'
th' back side the town。 CLOTEN。 The villain would not stand me。
SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇ No； but he fled forward still； toward your face。
FIRST LORD。 Stand you？ You have land enough of your own； but he
added to your having； gave you some ground。 SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇
As many inches as you have oceans。 Puppies！ CLOTEN。 I would they had
not come between us。 SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇ So would I； till you had
measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground。 CLOTEN。 And that
she should love this fellow； and refuse me！ SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇ If it
be a sin to make a true election； she is damn'd。 FIRST LORD。 Sir； as I told
you always； her beauty and her brain go not together； she's a good sign；
but I have seen small reflection of her wit。 SECOND LORD。 ＇Aside＇ She
shines not upon fools； lest the reflection should hurt her。 CLOTEN。 Come；
I'll to my chamber。 Would there had been some hurt done！ SECOND
LORD。 ＇Aside＇ I wish not so； unless it had been the fall of an ass； which is
no great hurt。 CLOTEN。 You'll go with us？ FIRST LORD。 I'll attend your
lordship。 CLOTEN。 Nay； come； let's go together。 SECOND LORD。 Well；
my lord。 Exeunt