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Cymbeline

Act IV, Scene 3

A room in Cymbeline's palace.
 
[Enter CYMBELINE, Lords, PISANIO, and Attendants]
 
CYMBELINE
         ,          ,          ,          ,          ,
      Again:| and bring | me word | how 'tis | with her,
         ,       ,         ,        ,        ,
      A fev|er with | the ab|sence of | her son;
         ,         ,        2       ,         ,          x
      A mad|ness, of | which her life's | in dang|er. Heavens,
            ,    3   3     ,         ,          ,   ,
      How deep|ly you at once | do touch | me. Im|ogen,
            ,       ,           ,          ,         ,
      The great | part of | my com|fort, gone:| my queen
        ,       ,    2     ,         ,       ,
      Upon | a des|perate bed,| and in | a time
             ,        ,      ,                   ,    ,
      When fear|ful wars | point at | me: her / son gone,
           ,   ,     2        ,              ,            ,
      So need|ful for this | present?| It strikes | me, past
            ,        ,         ,          ,     ,
      The hope | of com|fort. But | for thee,| fellow,
            ,            ,        ,       ,         ,
      Who needs | must know | of her | depart|ure, and
             ,        ,     ,         2       x       ,
      Dost seem | so ig|norant,| we'll enforce it | from thee
               ,    ,
      By a / sharp tor|ture.
 
PISANIO
                              ,         ,         ,
                             Sir,| my life | is yours,
         ,         x       2       ,     ,     2      ,
      I hum|bly set it | at your will:| but for my | mistress,
          ,        ,      ,      2     T     T    T
      I noth|ing know | where she re|mains: why gone,
            ,       ,    ,      ,       ,          ,
      Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness,
        ,             ,      ,
      Hold me | your loy|al serv|ant.
 
FIRST LORD
                                        ,         ,
                                      Good | my liege,
           ,          ,         ,         ,         ,
      The day | that she | was mis|sing, he | was here;
          ,         ,            ,          ,          ,
      I dare | be bound | he's true,| and shall | perform
       ,    ,       2         ,         ,   2         ,       ->
      All parts / of his sub|jection | loyally.| For Clo||ten,
        ,       ,         ,     ,         ,     2
      There | wants no | dili|gence in | seeking him,
         2      ,     ,          ,
      And will no | doubt be | found.
 
CYMBELINE
                                              ,         ,    2
                                      The | time is | troublesome.
              ,     ,     2     ,          2     ,      ,
      We'll slip | you for a | season,| but our jeal|ousy
            ,        ,
      Does yet | depend.
 
FIRST LORD
                               ,           ,    ,
                         So please | your maj|esty,
           ,      ,         ,          ,   2    ,
      The Rom|an leg|ions, all | from Gal|lia drawn,
            ,      ,          ,       ,          ,
      Are land|ed on | your coast,| with a | supply
          ,       ,     ,      2     ,        ,
      Of Rom|an gent|lemen,| by the sen|ate sent.
 
CYMBELINE
       ,              ,       ,       ,          ,
      Now for | the couns|el of | my son | and queen,
      ,         ,           ,
      I am | amazed | with mat|ter.
 
FIRST LORD
                                     ,         ,
                                   Good | my liege,
            ,     ,       ,        ,          ,
      Your pre|para|tion can | affront | no less
             ,        ,        ,    ,         ,          ,
      Than what you hear of. Come more, for more you're ready:  ????
            ,     ,     2      ,             x         ,
      The want | is, but to | put those | powers in | motion,
             ,         ,
      That long | to move.
 
CYMBELINE
                               ,            ,           ,
                           I thank | you: let's | withdraw
            ,          ,      2     ,                ,   ,
      And meet | the time,| as it seeks | us. We / fear not
            ,          ,   ,      ,         ,
      What can | from It|aly | annoy | us, but
            ,          ,        ,      ,    oo
      We grieve | at chan|ces here.| Away.|
 
[Exeunt all but PISANIO]
 
PISANIO
          ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
      I heard | no let|ter from | my mast|er, since
          ,          ,   ,          ,             ,
      I wrote | him Im|ogen | was slain.| 'Tis strange:
            ,    ,     2      ,          ,         ,
      Nor hear | I from my | mistress,| who did | promise
           ,         ,      ,          ,        ,      ->
      To yield | me of|ten tid|ings. Neith|er know || I
        ,      2   ,        ,        ,        ,
      What | is betid | to Clo|ten, but | remain
            ,         ,         ,         ,            ,
      Perplexed | in all.| The heav|ens^still | must work:
            ,    2     ,      2    ,        ,      T    .  T   T
      Wherein | I am false,| I am hon|est: not | true, to be true.
             ,         ,            ,        ,         ,      o
      These pres|ent wars | shall find | I love | my count|ry,   (hex with prev)
       ,       2      ,      2      ,      2       ,         ,
      Even | to the note | of the king,| or I'll fall | in them:
           ,        ,          ,          ,          ,
      All oth|er doubts,| by time | let them | be cleared,
       ,                ,           ,           ,           ,
      Fortune | brings^in | some* boats,| that are | not steered.
 
[Exit]

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