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And rather father thee than master thee. [395]
My friends,
The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us
Find out the prettiest daisied plot we can,

And make him with our pikes and partisans
A grave: come, arm him. Boy, he is preferr’d [400]
By thee to us, and he shall be interr’d
As soldiers can. Be cheerful, wipe thine eyes:

Some falls are means the happier to arise.
[Exeunt.]

Scene III IT

Enter Cymbeline, Lords, Pisanio, and Attendants.

CYMBELINE

Again: and bring me word how ’tis with her.
[Exit an Attendant.]
A fever with the absence of her son;
A madness, of which her life’s in danger: heavens,

How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
The great part of my comfort gone: my queen [5]
Upon a desperate bed, and in a time
When fearful wars point at me: her son gone,

So needful for this present. It strikes me, past
The hope of comfort. But for thee, fellow,
Who needs must know of her departure, and [10]
Dost seem so ignorant, we’ll enforce it from thee

By a sharp torture.

PISANIO

Sir, my life is yours,
I humbly set it at your will: but, for my mistress,
I nothing know where she remains: why gone,

Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness, [15]
Hold me your loyal servant.