SECOND LORD.
[Aside.] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall of an ass, which is no great hurt.
CLOTEN.
You’ll go with us?
FIRST LORD.
I’ll attend your lordship.
CLOTEN.
Nay, come, let’s go together.
SECOND LORD.
Well, my lord.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. Britain. Cymbeline’s palace.
Enter Imogen and Pisanio.
IMOGEN.
I would thou grew’st unto the shores o’ th’ haven,
And questioned’st every sail; if he should write,
And I not have it, ’twere a paper lost,
As offer’d mercy is. What was the last
That he spake to thee?
PISANIO.
It was: his queen, his queen!