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Were you but riding forth to air yourself,
Look here, love;
How, how! another ?
Remain, remain thou here
[Putting a bracelet upon her arm. Imo.
O the gods ! When shall we see again ?
Enter CYMBELINE and Lords.
Alack, the king!
The gods protect you!
[Exit. 116. sear up, wither, shrivel shroud) suggested the latter
Grant White proposed phrase. cere, Singer seal, for sear; but
124. see, see each other. the bonds of death 'bind' by 125. avoid, begone! wasting away. Probably, how- 126. fraught, burden. ever, the associations 'cere' 129. the good remainders the and cere-cloth (the waxed linen 'good' whom I leave behind me.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
O disloyal thing,
I beseech you, sir,
Past grace? obedience? Imo. Past hope, and in despair ; that way, past
grace. Cym. That mightst have had the sole son of
made my throne A seat for baseness. Imo.
I rather added
Cym. O thou vile one !
fault that I have loved Posthumus :
What, art thou mad ?
Thou foolish thing! 135. senseless of, insensible 137. that way, past grace;
' past grace' as being past 135. a touch more rare, a more blessedness. poignant feeling.
140. puttock, kite. 129
Nay, let her languish
Fie! you must give way.
Ha ! 160
There might have been,
I am very glad on’t.
To draw upon an exile ! O brave sir !
Pis. On his command: he would not suffer
To bring him to the haven ; left these notes 168. needle (probably pronounced neeld).
Of what commands I should be subject to,
This hath been
I humbly thank your highness.
About some half-hour hence,
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.
Clo. If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him ?
Sec Lord. [Aside] No, 'faith ; not so much as his patience.
First Lord. Hurt him ! his body 's a passable 16 carcass, if he be not hurt : it is a throughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
Sec. Lord. (Aside] His steel was in debt; it went o' the backside the town.
Clo. The villain would not stand me.
face. 176. walk, walk aside, with- 13. it went o' the backside the draw.
town, i.e. slunk, like a debtor 10. passable, allowing free avoiding his creditors, round the passage.
outskirts of Cloten's person.
First Lord. Stand you! You have land enough
Sec. Lord. [Aside] So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
Clo. And that she should love this fellow and refuse me!
Sec. Lord. [Aside] If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.
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.
Sec. Lord. [Aside] She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.
Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some hurt done!
Sec. Lord. (Aside] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
Clo. You 'll go with us ?
SCENE III. A room in Cymbeline's palace.
Enter IMOGEN and PISANIO.