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Imogen: I chose an eagle. Cymbeline: Thou took'st a beggar, wouldst have made my throne a seat of baseness. Imogen: It is your fault that I have loved Posthumus. You bred him as my playfellow. Queen: No, be assured you shall not find me, after the slander of most stepmothers, evil-eyed unto you. You are my prisoner, but the jailer shall deliver you the key. --Why should we pay tribute? If Caesar can hide the sun from us with a blanket or put the moon in his pocket, we will pay him tribute for light. Else, sir, no more tribute. Cymbeline: Come sir, are you ready for death? Pisanio: I am merrier to die than you are to live. Cymbeline: I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to direct them where I am going, but such as wink and will not use them.What an infinite mock is this, that a man should have the best use of eyes to see the way of blindness.