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We'll bury him: and then, what's brave, what's Where mine his thoughts did kindle,
noble,

stars,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,

Unreconcileable, should divide
And make death proud to take us. Come, away, Our equalness to this. — Ilear me, good friends!
This case of that huge spirit now is cold !

But I will tell you at some meeter season. —
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend

Enter a Messenger.
But resolution, and the briefest end!

The business of this man looks out of him,
(Exeunt; those above bearing off Antony's We'll hear him what he says.

Whence are you? body.

Mess. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mis

tress,

Confin'd in all she has, her monument,
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of thy intents desires instruction;
SCENE I. — Caesar's camp before Alexandria. That she preparedly may frame herself
Enter Caesar, Agrippa, DOLABELLA, Mecaenas, Gal- To the way she's forced to.
LUS, PROCULETUS, and Others.

Caes. Bid her have good heart;
Caes. Go to him, Dolabella, bid him yield ! She soen shall know of us, by some of ours,
Being so frustrate, tell him, he mocks us by How honourable and how kindly we
The pauses, that he makes.

Determine for her: for Caesar cannot live
Dol. Caesar, I shall!

(Exit Dolabella. To be ungentle.
Enter Dercetas, with the sword of Antony. Mess. So the gods preserve thee!

(Exit. Caes. Wherefore is that? and what art thou, that Caes. Come hither, Proculeius! Go, and say, dar'st

We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
Appear thus to us?

The quality of her passion shall require;
Der. I ani call'd Dercetas;

Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
Mark Antony I serv'd, who best was worthy She do defeat us: for her life in Rome
Best to be serv’d: whilst he stood up, and spoke, Would be eternal in our triumph. Go,
He was my master; and I wore my life,

And, with your speediest, bring us what she says,
To spend upon his haters. If thon please

Aud how you find of her!
To take me to thee, as I was to him

Pro. Caesar, I shall!

(Exit Proculeius. J'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not,

Cues. Gallus, go you along !- Where's Dolabella, I yield thee up my life.

To second Proculeius ?

[Exit Gallus. Caes. What is't thou say’st?

Agr. et Mec. Dolabella!
Der. I say, O Caesar, Antony is dead!

Caes. Let him alone, for I remember now
Caes. The breaking of so great a thing shvald makellow he's employ’d; he shall in time be ready.
A greater crack. The round world should have Go with me to my tent; where you shall see
shook

llow hardly I was drawn into this war;
Lions into civil streets,

How calm and gentle I proceeded still
And citizens to their dens. The death of Antony In all my writings. Go with me, and see
Is not a single doom; in the name lay

What I can show in this!

[Exeunt.
A moiety of the world!
Der. He is dead, Caesar!

SCENE II. - Alexandria. A room in the monu-
Not by a public minister of juice,
Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand

Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMAN, and Iras.
Which writ his honour in the acts it did,

Cleo. My desolation does begin to make
Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it, a better life. 'Tis paltry to be Caesar;
Splitted the heart. - This is his sword,

Not being Fortune, he's but Fortune's knave,
I robb’d his wound of it: behold it stain'd

A minister of her will; and it is great
With his most noble blood.

To do that thing that ends all other deeds;
Caes. Look you sad, friends ?

Which shackles accidents, and bolts np change;
The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings

Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung,
To wash the eyes of kings.

The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
Agr. And strange it is,

Enter, to the gates of the monument, PROCULEIUS,
That nature must compel us to lament

Gallus, and Soldiers.
Our most persisted deeds.

Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the queen of Egypt;
Mec. His taints and honours

And bids thee study on what fair demands
Waged equal with him.

Thou mean'st have him grant thee.
Agr. A rarer spirit never

Cleo. (IV'ichin.] What's thy name?
Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us Pru. My name is Proculeius.
Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd. Cleo. [ll ithin.] Antony
Mec. When such a spacious mirror's set before Did till me of you, bade me trust you; but
him,

I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd,
He needs must see himself.

That have no use for trusting. If your master
Caes. O Antony!

Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him
I have follow'd thee to this! - But we do lance That majesty, to keep decorum, must
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce

No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
Have shown to thee such a declining day,

To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together He gives me so much of mine own, as I
In the whole world : but yet let me lament,

Will kneel to him with thanks.
With tears as sovereign, as the blood of hearts, Pro. Be of good cheer!
That thou, my brother, my competitor

You are fall’n into a princely hand, fear nothing!
In top of all design, my mate in empire,

Make your full rerence freely to my lord,
Friend and companion in the front of war,

Who is so full of grace, that it slows over
The arm of mine own body, and the heart On all that need. Let me report to him

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Your sweet dependancy; and you shall find Dol. I understand not, madam.

( A conqueror, that wiil pray in aid for kindness, Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony;

1 Where he for grace is kneelid to. 0, such another sieep, that I might see

I Cleo. (Within.] Pray yon, tell him

But such another man! I am his fortune's vassal, and I send him

Dol. If it might please roo, The greatnes, he has got. I hourly learn

Cleo. His face was as the heavens; and thereia stuck A doctrine of obedience; acd would gladly A sun, and moon; which kept their course, and Lighted

H Look him i'the face.

The little 0, the earth.
Pro. This I'll report, dear lady!

Dol. Most sovereign creature, ~
Have comfort; for I know, your plight is pitied Cleo. His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm

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Of him that caus'd it.
Crested the world: his roice was propertied

N Gal. You see how easily she may be surpris'd; as all the tuned spheres, and that to friends :

[Iere Proculeius, und two of the guard, c- But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,

scend the monument by a ladder placed He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,
aruint u window, and having descended, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas,

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come behind Cleopatra. Some of the guard That grew the more by reaping. His delights
unbar and open the gates.

Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
Guard her till Caesar come!

The element they liv'd in. In his livery
[To Proculeius and the guard. Exit Gallus. Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands
Iras. Royal queen!
Char. () Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen! As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands!

Dol. Cleopatra,

[Drawing a dagger. Cleo. Think you, there was, or might be, such a man Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hola!

As this I dream'd of?
(Seizes and disarms her. Dol. Gentle madam, no!
Do not yourself such wrong, who are in this Cleo. You lie, up to the hearing of the gods.
Reliev'd, but not betray’d.

But, if there be, or ever were one such,
Cleo. What, of death too,

It's past the size of dreaming. Nature wants staff That rids our dogs of languish?

To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine Pro. Cleopatra,

An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy,
Do not abuse my master's bounty by

Condemuing shadows quite.
The undoing of yourself: let the world see Dol. Gear me, good madam!
His nobleness well acted, which your death Your loss is as yourself, great; and yon bear it
Will never let come forth.

As answering to the weight. 'Would, I might never Cleo. Where art thou, death?

O'ertake pursu'd success, but I do feel, Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen By the rebound of yours, a grief that shoots Worth many babes and beggars!

My very heart at root.
Pro. (), temperance, lady!

Cleo. I thauk you, sir!
Cleo. Sir, I will eat no meat, I'll not drink, sir! Know you, whūt Caesar means to do with me?
If idle talk will once be necessary,

Dol. I am loth to tell you, what I would you koer,
P'll not sleep neither! This mortal house I'll ruin, Cleo. Nay, pray you, sir,
Do Caesar what he can! Kuow, sir, that I

Dol. Though her, honourable, Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court; Cleo. He'll lead me then in triumph? Nor once be chástiśd with the sober eye

Dol. Madam, he will; of dull Octavia. Slul they hoist me up,

I know it. And show me to the shouting varletry

Within. Make way there, — Caesar! Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Enter Caesar, GALLUS , Procureits, MecAESAS Be gentle grave to me! rather on Nilus' mud

SELECCUS, and attendants, Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies

Caes. Which is the queen Blow me into abhorring! rather make

of Egypt? My country's high pyramides my gibbet,

Dol. "Tis the emperor,

madam! (Cleopatra And hang meup in chains !

Caes. Arise,
Pro. You do extend

You shall not kneel!
These thoughts of horror further than

you
shall 1

pray you, rise! rise, Egypt ! Find cause in Caesar.

Cleo. Sir, the gods
Enter DOLABELLA.
Will have it thüs; my master and

my
Dol. Proculcius,

I must obey.
What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows, Cues. Take to you no hard thoughts:
And he hath sent for thee: as for the queen, The record of what injuries you did us,
I'll take her to my guard.

Though written in our flesh, we shall remember
Pro. So, Dolabella,

As things but done by chance.
It shall content me best: be gentle to her! Cleo. Sole sir o'the world,
To Cacsar I will speak what you shall please, I cannot project inine own cause so well

[To Cleopatra. To make it clear; but do confess, I have
If you'll employ me to him.

Been laden with like frailties, which before
Cleo. Say, I would die.

Have often sham'd our sex.
(Exeunt Proculeius and Soldiers. Caes. Cleopatra, know,
Dol. Most noble empress, you have heard of me? We will extenuate rather than enforce:
Cleo. I cannot tell.

If you apply yourself to our intents,
Dol. Assuredly, you know me.
Cleo. No matter, sir, what I have heard or known. A benefit iu this change; but if you seek

(Which towards you are most gentle, yon sbal bad
You laugh, when boys, or women, tell their dreams; To lay ou me a cruelty, by taking
Is't not your trick?

Autony's course, you shall bereave yourself

Aneels

lord

and we,

Of my good purposes, and put your children Be noble to myself: but hark thee, Charmian!
To that destruction which I'll guard them from,

[II hispers Charmian. If thereon you rely. I'll take my leave.

Iras. Finish, good lady! the bright day is done,
Cleo. And may, through all the world : 'tis yours; And we are for the dark.

Cleo. Hie thee again!
Your 'scutcheons, and your signs of conquest, shall I have spoke already, and it is provided ;
Hang in what place you please. Here, my good lord! Go, put it to the haste.
Caes. You shall advise me in all for Cleopatra. Char. Madam, I will!
Cleo. This is the brief of money, plate, and jewels,

Re-enter DOLABELLA.
I am possess'd of: ’tis exactly valued;

Dol. Where is the queen ?
Not petty things admitted. - Where's Seleucus? Char. Behold, sir.

[Exit Charmian. Sel. Here, madam !

Cleo. Dolabella?
Cleo. Thisis my treasurer; let him speak, my lord, Dol. Madam, as thereto sworn by your command,
Upon his peril, that I have reserv'd

Which my love makes religion to obey,
To myself nothing. Speak the truth, Seleucas! I tell you this: Caesar through Syria
Sel. Madam,

Intends his journey; and, within three days,
I had rather seal my lips, than, to my peril, You with your children will he send before :
Speak that which is not.

Make your best use of this: I have perform’d
Cleo. What have I kept back?

Your pleasure, and my promise.
Sel. Enough to purchase what you have made known. Cleo. Dolabella,
Caes. Nay, blush not, Cleopatra! I approve I shall remain your debtor.
Your wisdom in the deed.

Dol. I your servant.
Cleo. See, Caesar! 0, behold,

Adieu, good queen! I must attend on Caesar.
How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours ; Cleo. Farewell, and thanks! [Exit Dol.] Now, Iras,
And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. what think'st thou?
The ingratitude of this Seleucus does

Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
Even make me wild. – O slave, of no more trust, In Rome, as well as I: mechanic slaves,
Than love that's hir'd! - What, goest thou back? With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
thou shalt

Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Go back, I warrant thee! but I'll catch thine eyes, Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
Though they had wings. Slave, soul-less villain, dog! And forc'd to drink their vapour.
O rarely base!

Iras. The gods forbid !
Caes. Good queen, let us entreat you!

Cleo. Nay, 'tis most certain, Iras! Saucy lictors
Cleo. O Caesar, what a wounding shame is this ; Will catch at us, like strumpets; and scald rhymers
That thou, vouchsafing here to visit me,

Ballad us out o'tune: the quick comedians
Doing the honour of thy lordliness

Extemporally will stage us, and present
To one so meek, that mine own servant should Our Alexandria revels; Antony
Parcel the sum of my disgraces by

Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Addition of his envy! Say, good Caesar,

Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
That I some lady's tritles have reserv’d,

l'thc posture of a whore.
Immoment toys, things of such dignity

Irus. o the good gods!
As we greet modero friends withal ; and say, Cleo. Nay, that is certain.
Some pobler token I have kept apart

Iras. I'll never see it; for, I am sure, my nails
For Livia, and Octavia, to induce

Are stronger, than mine eyes.
Their mediation; must I be unfolded

Cleo. Why, that's the way
With one that I have bred? The gods! it smites me To fool their preparation, and to conquer
Beneath the fall I have. Pr’ythee, go hence! Their most absurd intents. Now, Charmian?

[To Seleucus.

Enter CHARMAN.
Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits

Show me, my women,

like a queen! Go fetch
Through the ashes of my chance: wert thou a man, My best attires! – I am again for Cydnus,
Thou would'st have mercy on me.

To meet Mark Antony. Sirrah, Iras, go!--,
Caes. Forbear, Seleucus!

(Exit Seleucus. Now, noble Charmian, we'll dispatch indeed!
Cleo. Be it known, that we, the greatest, are mis- And, when thou hast done this chare, I'll give thee
thought

leave For things, that others do; and, when we fall, To play till dooms-day.- Bring our crown and all! We answer others' merits in our name,

Wherefore's this noise? (Exit Iras. A noise within.
Are therefore to be pitied.

Enter one of the guard.
Caes. Cleopatra,

Guard. Here is a rural fellow,
Not what you have reserv'd, nor what acknowledg'd, That will not be denied your highness' presence ;
Put we i'the roll of conquest: still be it yours, He brings you figs.
Bestow it at your pleasure; and believe,

Cleo. Let him come in. How poor an instrument
Caesar's no merchant, to make prize with you

(Exit guard. of things that merchants sold. Therefore be cheer'd; May do a noble deed! he brings me liberty. Make not your thoughts your prisons: no, dear queen! My resolution's plac'd, and I have nothing For we intend so to dispose you, as

Of woman in me. Now from head to foot
Yourself shall give us counsel. Feed, and sleep! I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon
Our care and pity is so much upou yoil,

No planet is of mine.
That we remain your friend; and so dieu ! Re-enter guard, with a Clown bringing a basket.
Cleo. My master, and my lord!

Guard. This is the man.
Caes, Not so: adieu !

Cleo. Avoid, and leave him!

(Exit guard. [Exeunt Caesar, and his train. Hast thou the pretty worm of Nilus there, Caes. He words me, girls, he words me, that I should That kills and pains not?

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party that should desire you to touch him, for his; o Antony! - Nay, I will take thee too! -biting is immortal; those, that do die of it, do sel

(Applying another asp to her arm. dom or never recover.

What should I say - (Falls on a bed, und dies. Cleo. Remember'st thou any that have died on't? Char. In this wild world? -- So, fare thee well! Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very A lass unparallel'd. — Downy windows, close; honest woman, but something given to lie; as a And golden Phoebus pever be beheld woman should not do, but in the way of honesty: Of eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry; how she died of the biting of it, what pain she felt, I'll mend it, and then play, --truly, she makes a very good report o'the worm:

Enter the guard, rushing in. but he that will believe all that they say, shall i Guard. Where is the queen? never be saved by half that they do. But this is Char. Speak softly, wake her not. niost fallible, the worm's an odd worm.

1 Guard. Caesar hath sentCleo. Get thee hence; farewell!

Char. Too slow a messenger. [Applies the Asp.
Clown. I wish you all joy o'the worm !

O, come! apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee!
Cleo. Farewell! [Clown sets down the basket. í Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well! Caesar's
Clown. You must think this, look you, that the beguilid.
worm will do his kind.

2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; – Cleo. Ay, ay; farewell !

call him !
Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trusted, 1 Guard. What work is here? - Charmian, is thls
but in the keeping of wise people; for, indeed, well done?
there is no goodness in the worm.

Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess,
Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be hecded. Descended of so many royal kings.
Clown. Very good! give it nothing, I pray you, Ah, soldier!

[Dies for it is not worth the feeding.

Enter DOLABELLA. Cleo. Will it eat me?

Dol, How goes it here? Clown. You must not think I am so simple, but I 2 Guard. All dead. know the devil himself will not cat a woman :

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Dol, Caesar, thy thoughts know, that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the Touch their effects in this. Thyself art coming devil dress her not. But, truly, these same whoreson To see perform’d the dreaded act, which thou devils do the gods great harm in their women; for So sought'st to hinder, in every ten that they make, the devils mar five. Within. Away there, way for Caesar! Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewell!

Enter Caesar, and Attendants. Clown. Yes,forsooth!I wish you joy o'the worm![Exit. Dol. O, sir, you are too sure an augurer;

Re-enter Iras, with a robe, croun, etc. That, you did fear, is done. Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Caes. Bravest at the last : Immortal longings in me. Now no more

She levell’d at our purposes, and, being royal

, The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: -- Took her own way. The manner of their deaths? Yare, yare, good Iras, quick! - Methinks, I hear I do not see them bleed, Antony call; I see him rouse himself

Dol. Who was last with them? To praise my poble act; I hear him mock 1 Guard. A simple countryman, that brought her bg5 The luck of Caesar; which the gods give men This was his basket. To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come! Caes. Poison'd then. Now to that name my courage prove my title ! 1 Guard. O Caesar, I am fire, and air; my other elements

This Charmian liv?d but now; she stood, and spake: I give to baser life. — S0,- have you done? I found her trimming up the diadem Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips! On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood, Farewell, kiud Charmian ! -- Iras, long farewell ! And on the sudden dropp’d.

(Kisses them. Iras fulls and dies. Caes. O noble weakness! Have I the aspick in my lips? Dost fall?

If they had swallow'd poison, 'would appear If thon and nature can so gently part,

By external swelling; but she looks like sleep,
The stroke of death is as a lover's pioch,

As she would catch another Antony
Which hurts, and is desir'd. Dost thou lie still? In her strong toil of grare.
If thus thou vanishest, thou tell’st the world Dol. Here, on her breast,
It is not worthy leave-taking.

There is a vent of blood, and something blown:
Char. Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say, The like is on her arm.
The gods themselves do weep!

1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail: and these fig-leaves Cleo. This proves me base:

Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves If she first meet the curled Antony,

Upon the caves of Nile.
He'll make demand of her: and spend that kiss, Cues. Most probable,
Which is my heaven to have. Come, mortal wretch! That so she died; for her physician tells me,
[To the

asp, which she applies to her breust. She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate

of easy ways to die. – Take up her bed; of life at once untie: poor venomous fool,

And bear her women from the monument:--
Be angry, and dispatch! O, could'st thou speak! She shall be buried by her Antony:
That I might hear thee call great Caesar, ass No grave upon the earth shall clip in it
Unpolicied!

A pair so famous. High events as these
Char. O eastern star!

Strike those that make them: and their story Cleo. Peace, peace!

No less in pity, than his glory, which Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, Brought them to be lamented. 'Our army shall

, That sucks the nurse asleep?

In solemn show, attend this funeral;
Char. O, break! 0, break!

And then to Rome. - Come, Dolabella,
Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle, High order in this great solemnity!

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Pisanio, servant to Posthumus.
Cloten, son to the queen by a former husband. CORNELIUS, a Physician.
Leonatcs Posthumus, a gentleman, husband to Iso-

Two Gentlemen.
Belarius, a banished lord, disguised under the Two Gaolers.

name of Morgan.
GUIDERIUS,

sons to Cymbeline, disguised under the Queen, wife to Cymbeline,
names of Polydore and Cadwal, sup-Helex, woman to Imogen.

Imoges, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen.
ARVIRAGUS,

posed sons to Belarius.
Pallanuo
, friend to Posthumus, Italians.

Lords, Ladies, Roman Senators, Tribunes, Appa-
Sachimo, Philurio,

ritions, a Sothsayer, a Dutch Gentleman, at A French Gentleman, friend to Philario.

Spanish Gentleman, Musicians, Officers, CapCaius Lucius, general of the Roman forces. tains, Soldiers, Messengers, und other AttendA Roman Captain. Two British Captains.

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As he was born. The king, he takes the babe SCENE I. Britain. The garden behind Cymbe- To his protection; calls him Posthumus; Lixe's palace.

Breeds him, and makes him of his bed-chamber :
Enter two Gentlemen.

Pat him to all the learnings, that his time
1 Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns: our bloods Could make him the receiver of, which he took,
No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers; As we do air, fast as 'twas minister'd; and
Still seem, as does the king's.

In his spring became a harvest: liv'd in court, 2 Gent. But what's the matter?

(Which rare it is to do,) must prais’d, most lov'd: 1 Gent. His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, À sample to the youngest; to the more mature, whom

A glass that feated them; and to the graver,
He purpos’d to his wife's sole son, (a widow, A child that guided dotards: to his mistress,
That late he married,) hath referr'd herself For whom he now is banish’d, - her own price
Unto a poor but worthy gentleman. She's wedded; Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
Her husband banish’d; she imprison'd: all By her election may be truly read,
Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king What kind of man he is.
Be touch'd at very heart.

2 Gent. I honour him
2 Gent. None but the king?

Even out of your report. But, pray you, tell me,
i Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, Is she sole child to the king ?
That most desir'd the match : but not a courtier, 1 Gent. His only child.
Although they wear their faces to the bent

He had two sons, (if this be worth your hearing, of the king's looks, hath a heart, that is not Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, Glad at the thing they scowl at.

l'the swathing clothes the other, from their pursery 2 Gent. And why so?

Were stolen; and to this hour, no guess in know-
1 Gent. He, that hath miss'd the princess, is a thing ledge
Too bad for bad report: and he, that hath her, Which way they went.
(I mean, that married lier, — alack, good man ! - 2 Gent. How long is this ago?
And therefore banish’d) is a creature such

1 Gent. Some twenty years.
As, to seek through the regions of the earth 2 Gent. Thata king's children should be so convey'd!
For one his like, there would be something failing So slackly guarded! and the search so slow,
In him that should compare. I do not think, That could not trace them !
So fair an outward, and such stuff within,

1 Gent. Howsoe'er 'tis strange,
Endows a man but he.

Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, 2 Gent. You speak him far.'

Yet is it true, sir.
1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; 2 Gent. I do well believe you.
Crush him together, rather than unfold

1 Gert. We must forbear. Here comes the queen, His measure duly.

and princess.

Exeunt. 2 Gent. What's his name, and birth?

SCENE JI. The same.
1 Gent. I cannot delve hiin to the root. His father

Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and IMOGEN.
Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me,
Against the Romans with Cassibelan;

daughter,
But had his titles by Tenantios, whom

After the slander of most step-mothers,
He serv'd with glory and admir'd success;

Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but
So gain’d the sur-addition, Leopatus:

Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys,
And had, besides this gentleman in question, That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus,
Two other sons, who, in the wars o'the time, So soon as I can win the oflended king,
Died with their swords in hand; for which their father I will be known your advocate: marry, yet,
(Then old and fond of issue,) took such sorrow, The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good,
That he quit being; and his gentle lady,

You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience

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