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What !-art thou mad? Imo. Almost, sir: Heaven restore me!-'Would I
A neat-herd's daughter! and my Leonatus
Re-enter Queen. Cym.
Thou foolish thing !-They were again together: you have done
[To the Queen. Not after our command. Away with her, And pen her up .
Queen. 'Beseech your patience :—Peace,
Nay, let her languish
Fye!-you must give way:
Pis. My lord your son drew on my master.
There might have been,
I am very glad on't.
part. — To draw upon an exile !–O brave sir!I would they were in Africk both together;
your best advice.] i. e. consideration, reflection.
Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
Pis. On his command: He would not suffer me
This hath been
I humbly thank your highness.
About some half hour hence,
A publick Place.
Enter Cloten, and Two Lords.
1 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? 2 Lord. No, faith ; not so much as his patience.
[Aside. 1 Lord. Hurt him? his body's a passable carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
2 Lord. His steel was in debt; it went o'the back side the town.
[A side. Clo. The villain would not stand me.
2 Lord. No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.
[Aside. 1 Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but he added to your having; gave you some ground. 2 Lord. As many inches as you have oceans : Puppies!
[Aside. Clo. I would, they had not come between us.
2 Lord. So would I, till you had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
[A side. Clo. And that she should love this fellow, and refuse me!
2 Lord. If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damned.
[A side. 1 Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not togethero: She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit?.
2 Lord. She shines not upon fools, lest the reflection should hurt her.
[A side. Clo. Come, I'll to my chamber: 'Would there had been some hurt done!
2 Lord. I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
[Aside. Clo. You'll go with us? 1 Lord. I'll attend your lordship. Clo. Nay, come, let's go together. 2 Lord. Well, my lord.
her beauty and her brain go not together :) I believe the lord means to speak a sentence, “Sir, as I told you always, beauty and brain go not together.” Johnson.
7 She's a good sign, but I have seen small reflection of her wit.] She has a fair outside, a specious appearance, but no wit. But to understand the whole force of Shakspeare's idea, it should be remembered, that anciently almost every sign had a motto, or some attempt at a witticism underneath it.
A Room in Cymbeline's Palace.
Enter I MOGEN and PISANIO.
Imo. I would thou grew'st unto the shores o'the haven, And question'dst every sail: if he should write, And I not have it, 'twere a paper lost, As offer'd mercy iss. What was the last That he spake to thee? Pis.
'Twas, His queen, his queen! Imo. Then wav'd his handkerchief? Pis.
And kiss'd it, madam.
No, madam ; for so long
Thou should'st have made him
Madam, so I did.
'twere a paper lost, As offer'd mercy is.] Perhaps the meaning is, that the loss of that paper would prove as fatal to her as the loss of a pardon to a condemned criminal.
Have turn'd mine eye, and wept.—But, good Pisanio,
Be assur'd, madam, With his next vantage'.
Imo. I did not take my leave of him, but had Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him How I would think on him, at certain hours, Such thoughts, and such ; or I could make him swear The shes of Italy should not betray Mine interest, and his honour; or have charg'd him, At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight, To encounter me with orisons ', for then I am in heaven for him; or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father, And, like the tyrannous breathing of the north, Shakes all our buds from growing.
Enter a Lady Lady.
The queen, madam, Desires your highness' company. Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them de
spatch'd. I will attend the queen. Pis.
Madam, I shall. [Exeunt.
Rome. An Apartment in Philario's House.
Enter PHILARIO, IACHIMO, a Frenchman, a Dutchman,
and a Spaniard. Iach. Believe it, sir: I have seen him in Britain : he was then of a crescent note; expected to prove so
next vantage.] Next opportunity.