Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, O, break! O, break! This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake; O noble weakness! By external swelling: but she looks like sleep, 5 Cleo. As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle-If they had swallow'd poison, 'twould appear Of Enter the Guard, rushing in. 1 Guard. Where is the queen? Char. Speak softly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cæsar hath sent Char. Too slow a messenger. [Applies the Asp. O, come: apace, despatch: I partly feel thee. 1 Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Cæsar's beguil'd. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Cæsar; · Dol. 1 Guard. This is an aspick's trail: and these fig- Have slime upon them, such as the aspick leaves Cæs. Most probable, That so she died; for her physician tells me, • Graceful appearance. Our army shall, [Exeunt. 6 Enfold. 1 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. And why so? 2 Gent. 1 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 Inclination, natural disposition. For one his like, there would be something failing 2 Gent. You speak him far. ? 1 Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself; Crush him together, rather than unfold His measure duly. 3 2 Gent. What's his name, and birth? 1 Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call'd Sicilius, who did join his honour, Against the Romans, with Cassibelan: But had his titles by Tenantius 4, 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 thei father (Then old and fond of issue) took such sorrow, 2i.e. You praise him extensively. 3 My praise, however extensive, is within his merit. 4 The father of Cymbeline. Enter the QUEEN, POSTHUMUS, and IMOGEN. Queen. No, be assur'd, you shall not find me, daughter, After the slander of most step-mothers, That lock up your restraint. For you, Posthúmus, I will be known your advocate: marry, yet Post. I will from hence to-day. Queen. Please your highness, You know the peril :I'll fetch a turn about the garden, pitying The pangs of barr'd affections; though the king Hath charg'd you should not speak together. Imo. [Exit QUEEN. I something fear my father's wrath; but nothing, (Always reserv'd my holy duty,) what His rage can do on me: You must be gone; Post. 5 Formed their manners. If, after this command, thou fraught? the court [Exit. O disloyal thing, That shouldst repair my youth; thou heapest A year's age on me! Imo. Cym. |