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SCENE VI.

The Palace.
Enter King, Queen, Cloten, &c.
Cymb.
Spread several ways—break open all the locks—
Search close!—She can't be far—Malicious fortune
Takes the worst time to cross us!

Queen.
Good, my liege,
Faustus, the slave of banish'd Leonatus,
Was seen, some few hours since. Put we to this,
That Leonatus, most assuredly,
Hath join'd his arm to that of Rome—what follows?
But that the princess is, with Faustus, fled;
And, with her paramour, will shortly come
To claim your kingdom.

Cymb.
My kingdom, madam?—
I want my child, my Imogen—my kingdom
Is not of my begetting—O, my Queen,
You have a child!—I would to Heaven, that mine,
From my fond arms, may not have been dislodg'd
By usage too ungentle.—Cloten, fly!—
Take with thee a swift band of our light-arm'd—
Pursue, and save her for me.
[Exit Cloten.
The Roman, as we hear, intends, this day,
To offer battle.—Patroness of Britain
Inspire, and then dispose us, as thou wilt!
Victorious goddess, great Andate, give
Death—or that good for which we wish to live!

[Exeunt.