PLATE XCIX.


            Cym6eline.
              Ad ILL       Scene IV


   COUNTRY NEAR MILFORD-HAVEN.


            PISANJO and IMOGEN.


  Imogen.-               Come, fellow, be thou honest:
Do thou thy master's bidding: when thou see'st him,
A little witness my obedience: look I
I draw the sword myself: take it, and hit
The innocent mansion of my love, my heart:
Fear not; 'tis empty of all things but grief:
Thy master is not there, who was indeed
The riches of it: do his bidding; strike
Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause;
But now thou seern'st a coward.
  Pisanlo.-          Hence, vile instrument!
Thou shalt not damn my hand.
  Imogen.-             Why, I must die;
And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
No servant of thy master's.  Against
There is a prohibition so divine
That cravens my weak hand.     Come,
Something's afore't.  Soft, soft! we'll
Obedient as the scabbard.

       Thin/ed by 7QHN HOPPNER, R. A.

                              self-slaughter

                              here's my heart.
                              no defence;