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IMOGEN
O, get thee from my sight,
Thou gav’st me poison: dangerous fellow, hence!
Breathe not where princes are.
CYMBELINE
The tune of Imogen!
PISANIO
Lady,
The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if [240]
That box I gave you was not thought by me
A precious thing: I had it from the queen.
CYMBELINE
New matter still.
IMOGEN
It poison’d me.
CORNELIUS
O gods!
I left out one thing which the queen confess’d,
Which must approve thee honest. ‘If Pisanio [245]
Have’, said she, ‘given his mistress that confection
Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv’d
As I would serve a rat.’
CYMBELINE
What’s this, Cornelius?
CORNELIUS
The queen, sir, very oft importun’d me
To temper poisons for her, still pretending [250]
The satisfaction of her knowledge only
In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs
Of no esteem. I, dreading that her purpose
