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1st Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly.
2nd Gent. What's his name and birth?
1st Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: his father
Was called Sicilius, who did join his honour Against the Romans, with Cassibelan; But had his titles by Tenantius, whom He served with glory and admired success; So gained the sur-addition, Leonatus: And had, besides this gentleman in question, Two other sons, who, in the wars o' the time, Died with their swords in hand; for which their father
(Then old and fond of issue) took such sorrow, That he quit being; and his gentle lady, Big of this gentleman our theme, deceased As he was born. The king he takes the babe To his protection; calls him Posthumus Leonatus; Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber; Puts him to all the learnings that his time Could make him the receiver of,-which he took, As we do air, fast as 't was ministered,
And in his spring became a harvest: lived in court (Which rare it is to do) most praised, most loved: A sample to the youngest; to the more mature, A glass that feated them; and to the graver, A child that guided dotards: to his mistress, For whom he now is banished,―her own price Proclaims how she esteemed him and his virtue; By her election may be truly read What kind of man he is.
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Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN. Queen. No, be assured, you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander of most stepmothers, Evil-eyed unto you: you are my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, So soon as I can win the offended king, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet The fire of rage is in him; and 't were good You leaned unto his sentence, with what patience Your wisdom may inform you. Please your highness,
Can tickle where she wounds!--My dearest husband,
I something fear my father's wrath, but nothing (Always reserved my holy duty) what His rage can do on me: you must be gone; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes; not comforted to live, But that there is this jewel in the world, That I may see again.
Post. 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.
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