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SCENEI.-Britain. The Garden behind CYMBELINE's

Palace.

Enter two Gentlemen. 1st Gent. You do not meet a man, but frowns : our

bloods No more obey the heavens, than our courtiers ; Still seem, as does the king's.

ed Gent. But what's the matter?

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1st Gent. His daughter, and the heir of his kingdom,

whom
He purpos’d to his wife's sole son, (a widow,
That late he married,) hath referred herself
Unto a poor but worthy gentleman : She's wedded;
Her husband banish’d; she imprison'd: all
Is outward sorrow; though, I think, the king
Be touch'd at very heart.

2d Gent. None but the king ?

1st Gent. He, that hath lost her, too: so is the queen, That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at.

2d Gent. And why so?

1st Gent. He, that hath miss’d the princess, is a thing Too bad for bad report: and he, that hath her, (I mean, that married her, -alack, good man ! And therefore banish'd) is a creature such As, to seek through the regions of the earth For one his like, there would be something failing In him that should compare. I do not think, So fair an outward, and such stuff within, Endows a man but he.

od Gent. You speak him far.

1st Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly.

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

1st Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was callid Sicilius, who did join his honour, Against the Romans, with Cassibelan;

But had his titles by Tenantius, whom
He serv'd with glory, and admir'd success:
So gain’d 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, deceas’d
As he was born. The king, he takes the babe
To his protection; calls him Posthumus;
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 'twas minister'd; and
In his spring became a harvest: Liv’d in court,
(Which rare it is to do,) most prais'd, most lov’d:
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 banish’d,-her own price
Proclaims how she esteem'd him and his virtue;
By her election may be truly read,
What kind of man he is.

2d Gent. I honour him
Even out of your report. But, 'pray you, tell me,
Is she sole child to the king ?

1st Gent. His only child. He had two sons; (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it,) the eldest of them at three years old, l'the swathing clothes the other, from their nursery Were stolen ; and to this hour, no guess in knowledge Which way they went.

2d Gent. How long is this ago? 1st Gent. Some twenty years. 2d Gent. That a king's children should be so con

vey'd ! So slackly guarded ! And the search so slow, That could not trace them !

1st Gent. Howsoe'er 'iis strange, Or ihat the negligence may well be laugh'd at, Yet is it true, sir.

od Gent. I do well believe you. 1st Gent. We must forbear: Here comes the queen, and princess.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The same.

Enter the Queen, PosthuMUS, and IMOGEN. Queen. No, be assur’d, you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most step-moihers, Evil-ey'd unto you: you are my prisoner, but Your gaoler shall deliver you ihe keys That lock up your restraini. For you, Posihúmus, So soon as I can win ihe offended king, I will be known your advocate : marry, yet The fire of rage is in him; and ’iwere good, You lean’d unto his senience, with what patience Your wisdom may inform you.

Post. Please your highness,
I will from hence to-day.

Queen. You know ihe peril :-
I'll fetch a turn aboui the garden, pilying

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