Page 513 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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Will not endure his yoke; and for ourself [5]
To show less sovereignty than they, must needs
Appear unkinglike.
LUCIUS
So, sir: I desire of you
A conduct over land, to Milford-Haven.
Madam, all joy befal your grace, and you!
CYMBELINE
My lords, you are appointed for that office: [10]
The due of honour in no point omit.
So farewell, noble Lucius.
LUCIUS
Your hand, my lord.
CLOTEN
Receive it friendly: but from this time forth
I wear it as your enemy.
LUCIUS
Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well. [15]
CYMBELINE
Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords,
Till he have cross’d the Severn. Happiness!
[Exeunt Lucius and Lords.]
QUEEN
He goes hence frowning: but it honours us
That we have given him cause.
CLOTEN
’Tis all the better,
Your valiant Britons have their wishes in it. [20]
