Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 473 words
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His only child: He had two Sons (if this be worth your hearing, Mark it) the eldest of them, at three years old I' th' swathing clothes, the other from their Nursery Were stolen, and to this hour, no guess in knowledge Which way they went. How long is this ago? Some twenty years. That a King's Children should be so conveyed, So slackly guarded, and the search so slow That could not trace them. howsoe'er, 'tis strange, Or that the negligence may well be laughed at: Yet is it true Sir. I do well believe you. We must forbear. here comes the Gentleman, The Queen, and Princess. No, be assured you shall not find me (Daughter) After the slander of most stepmothers, Euill-eyed unto you. You're my Prisoner, but Your Gaoler shall deliver you the keys That lock up your restraint. For you Posthumus, So soon as I can win th' offended King, I will be known your Advocate: marry yet The fire of Rage is in him, and 'twere good You leaned unto his Sentence, with what patience Your wisdom may inform you. Please your Highness, I will from hence to day. You know the peril: I'll fetch a turn about the Garden, pitying The pangs of barred Affections, though the King Hath charged you should not speak together. O dissembling Courtesy! How fine this Tyrant Can tickle where she wounds? My dearest Husband, I something fear my Father's wrath, but nothing (Always reserved my holy duty) what His rage can do on me. You must be gone, And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes: not comforted to live, But that there is this jewel in the world, That I may see again. My Queen, my Mistress: O Lady, weep no more, lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a man. I will remain The loyall'st husband, that did ere plight troth. My residence in Rome, at one Filorio's, Who, to my Father was a Friend, to me Known but by Letter; thither writ (my Queen) And with mine eyes, I'll drink the words you send, Though Ink be made of Gall. Be brief, I pray you: If the King come, I shall incur, I know not How much of his displeasure: yet I'll move him To walk this way: I never do him wrong, But he does buy my Injuries, to be Friends: Pays dear for my offences. Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live, The loathness to departed, would grow: Adieu. Nay, stay a little: Were you but riding forth to air yourself, Such parting were too petty. Look here (Love) This Diamond was my Mothers; take it (Heart) But keep it till you woe another Wife, When Imogen is dead.
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His onely childe: He had two Sonnes (if this be worth your hearing, Marke it) the eldeſt of them, at three yeares old I' th' ſwathing cloathes, the other from their Nurſery Were ſtolne, and to this houre, no gheſſe in knowledge Which way they went. How long is this ago? Some twenty yeares. That a Kings Children ſhould be ſo conuey'd, So ſlackely guarded, and the ſearch ſo ſlow That could not trace them. Howſoere, 'tis ſtrange, Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at: Yet is it true Sir. I do well beleeue you. We muſt forbeare. Heere comes the Gentleman, The Queene, and Princeſſe. No, be aſſur'd you ſhall not finde me (Daughter) After the ſlander of moſt Step-Mothers, Euill-ey'd vnto you. You're my Priſoner, but Your Gaoler ſhall deliuer you the keyes That locke vp your reſtraint. For you Poſthumus, So ſoone as I can win th' offended King, I will be knowne your Aduocate: marry yet The fire of Rage is in him, and 'twere good You lean'd vnto his Sentence, with what patience Your wiſedome may informe you. 'Pleaſe your Highneſſe, I will from hence to day. You know the perill: Ile fetch a turne about the Garden, pittying The pangs of barr'd Affections, though the King Hath charg'd you ſhould not ſpeake together. O diſſembling Curteſie! How fine this Tyrant Can tickle where ſhe wounds? My deereſt Husband, I ſomething feare my Fathers wrath, but nothing (Alwayes reſeru'd my holy duty) what His rage can do on me. You muſt be gone, And I ſhall heere abide the hourely ſhot Of angry eyes: not comforted to liue, But that there is this Iewell in the world, That I may ſee againe. My Queene, my Miſtris: O Lady, weepe no more, leaſt I giue cauſe To be ſuſpected of more tenderneſſe Then doth become a man. I will remaine The loyall'ſt husband, that did ere plight troth. My reſidence in Rome, at one Filorio's, Who, to my Father was a Friend, to me Knowne but by Letter; thither write (my Queene) And with mine eyes, Ile drinke the words you ſend, Though Inke be made of Gall. Be briefe, I pray you: If the King come, I ſhall incurre, I know not How much of his diſpleaſure: yet Ile moue him To walke this way: I neuer do him wrong, But he do's buy my Iniuries, to be Friends: Payes deere for my offences. Should we be taking leaue As long a terme as yet we haue to liue, The loathneſſe to depart, would grow: Adieu. Nay, ſtay a little: Were you but riding forth to ayre your ſelfe, Such parting were too petty. Looke heere (Loue) This Diamond was my Mothers; take it (Heart) But keepe it till you woo another Wife, When Imogen is dead.