With thy unworthiness, thou diest: away! POST. The gods protect you, And bless the good remainders of the court! I am gone. IMO. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is. CYM. O disloyal thing, That shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st Harm not yourself with your vexation: I am senseless of your wrath; a touch more rare CYM. [Exit. 130 Past grace? obedience? IMO. Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. CYм. That mightst have had the sole son of my queen! IMO. O blessed, that I might not! I chose an eagle, And did avoid a puttock. CYM. Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne A seat for baseness. 140 IMO. A lustre to it. No; I rather added 129 the good remainders of the court] the good people left at court. 135 I am... rare] I am insensible to your wrath; a finer and superior sensation. 136 Past grace?] The technical use of grace in the calvinistic sense of divine redemption is curiously anachronistic. Cf. I, ii, 26-27, infra, and note. It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus: CYM. What, art thou mad! IMO. Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I They were again together: you have done 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. CYM. A drop of blood a day; and, being aged, Die of this folly! Nay, let her languish [Exeunt Cymbeline and Lords. Fie! you must give way. 146-147 overbuys . . . pays] all that he gives for me is in excess of my worth; compared with him I am worth hardly anything. 156 Out of your best advice] After due consideration of the circumstances. Enter PISANIO Here is your servant. How now, sir! What news? No harm, I trust, is done? PIS. Ha! 160 There might have been, QUEEN. I am very glad on 't. IMO. 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? This hath been QUEEN. PIS. I humbly thank your highness. QUEEN. Pray, walk awhile. 163 had no help of anger] did not lose his temper, which would have made him dangerous. 167 Afric] Used for a desert place, where there would be none to part duellists. Cf. Cor., IV, ii, 23-25: "I would my son Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, His good sword in his hand." 170 IMO. About some half-hour hence, I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least Go see my lord aboard: for this time leave me. [Exeunt. SCENE II—THE SAME 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 carcass, if he be not hurt: it is a throughfare for steel, if it be not hurt. SCENE II] Here begins the third scene of the Folios. Cf. I, i, 70, supra, and note. 1-4 Sir, I would vent] Sir, I would advise you to change your shirt. In your violence of action you have sweated offensively; the good air within you has changed places with the bad air without. There is no air abroad so wholesome as what you exhale. 5 then to shift it] then were need to shift it. 8 a passable carcass] a corpse to be run through and through. 10 SEC. LORD. [4 side] His steel was in debt; it went o' the backside the town. CLO. The villain would not stand me. SEC. 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. SEC. LORD. [4 side] As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies! CLO. I would they had not come between us. SEC. LORD. [4side] 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. 20 30 11-12 it went . . . town] like a debtor, it skulked in the back streets to avoid arrest. 17-18 gave you some ground] quibble on a common expression for beating a retreat. 26-27 If it . . . damned] These technicalities of Calvinistic theology are curiously anachronistic. Cf. I, i, 137, supra. 29 a good sign] a fair outward symbol. Cf. Much Ado, IV, i, 32: "She's but the sign and semblance of her honour." |