He had two sons: (if this be worth your hearing I' the swathing-clothes the other, from their nursery 2 Gen. How long is this ago? 1 Gen. Some twenty years. 2 Gen. That a king's children should be so con vey'd, So slackly guarded, and the search so slow, That could not trace them! 1 Gen. Howsoe'er 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir. Enter 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 That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthumus, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet The fire of rage is in him; and 'twere good You lean'd unto his sentence, with what patience Your wisdom may inform you. Post. I will from hence to-day. Queen. Please your highness, You know the peril : I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying Imo. [Exit Queen. Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds!—My dearest husband, His rage can do on me. Post. Known but by letter: thither write, my queen, Queen. Re-enter QUEen. If the king come, I shall incur I know not Be brief, I pray you: How much of his displeasure.-Yet I 'll move him [aside. [Exit. To walk this way: I never do him wrong, Post. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu! Imo. Nay, stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Such parting were too petty. Look here, love; This diamond was my mother's: take it, heart; When Imogen is dead. Post. How! how! another? You gentle gods, give me but this I have, And sear1 up my embracements from a next With bonds of death !-Remain, remain thou here [putting on the ring. While sense can keep it on. And, sweetest, fairest, As I my poor self did exchange for you, To your so infinite loss; so, in our trifles, 1 Close. |