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