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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. 2d Gent. But what's the matter?
Ist 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?
Ist 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.
ed Gent. You speak him far.
Ist Gent. I do extend him, sir, within himself;
2d Gent. What's his name, and birth ?
ist Gent. I cannot delve him to the root: His father Was call's Sicilius, who did join his honour, Against the Romans, with Cassibelan;
But had his titles by Tenantius, whom
2d Gent. I honour him
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, I' 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
Ist Gent. Howsoe'er 'iis strange,
2d Gent. I do well believe you.
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 advocale : 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,
Queen. You know ihe peril :-