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So slackly guarded, and the search so slow
That could not trace them!

FIRST GENTLEMAN
Howsoe’er ’tis strange, [65]
Or that the negligence may well be laugh’d at,
Yet is it true, sir.

SECOND GENTLEMAN
I do well believe you.

FIRST GENTLEMAN
We must forbear. Here comes the gentleman,
The queen, and princess. [70]
[Exeunt.]

Scene II IT

Enter the Queen, Posthumus, and Imogen.

QUEEN
No, be assur’d you shall not find me, daughter,
After the slander of most stepmothers,

Evil-ey’d unto you. You’re my prisoner, but
Your gaoler shall deliver you the keys
That lock up your restraint. For you Posthumus, [5]
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 lean’d unto his sentence, with what patience
Your wisdom may inform you.

POSTHUMUS
Please your highness, [10]

I will from hence to-day.

QUEEN