Britain. The garden of Cymbeline's palace.
Enter two Gentlemen
You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the king.
But what's the matter?
His daughter, and the heir of's kingdom, whom He purposed to his wife's sole son--a widow That late he married--hath referr'd herself Unto a poor but worthy gentleman: she's wedded; Her husband banish'd; she imprison'd: all Is outward sorrow; though I think the king Be touch'd at very heart.