Page 577 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
The dogs o’ th’ street to bay me: every villain
Be call’d Posthumus Leonatus, and
Be villainy less than ’twas. O Imogen! [225]

My queen, my life, my wife, O Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen!

IMOGEN
Peace, my lord, hear, hear −

POSTHUMUS
Shall’s have a play of this? Thou scornful page,
There lie thy part.

[Striking her: she falls.]

PISANIO
O, gentlemen, help!
Mine and your mistress: O, my lord Posthumus! [230]
You ne’er kill’d Imogen till now. Help, help!
Mine honour’d lady!

CYMBELINE
Does the world go round?

POSTHUMUS
How comes these staggers on me?

PISANIO
Wake, my mistress!

CYMBELINE
If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
To death with mortal joy.

PISANIO
How fares my mistress? [235]