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Enter POSTHUMUS, and seconds the Brilons : They | For if he'll do, as he is made to do,

rescue Cymbeline, and exeunt. Thon, enter I know, he'll quickly fly my friendship too.
Lucius, Lachimo, and IMOGEN.

You have put me into rhyme.

Lord.
Luc. Away, boy, from the troops, and save

Farewell; you are angry. (Exil. thyself :

Post. Still going? This is a lord ! 'Onoble For friends kill friends, and the disorder's such

misery!

To be i'the field, and ask, what news, of me! As war were hood-wink'd. Iach.

'Tis their fresh supplies. To-day, how many would have given their honours Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely: Or betimes

To have sav'd their carcasses ? took heel to do't, Let's re-enforce, or fly.

[Exeunt. And yet died too? I, in mine own woe charm'd,

Could not find death, where I did hear him groan; Scene III.-Another Part of the Field. Nor feel him, where he struck: Being an ngly Enter PostHUMUS and a British Lord.

monster, Lord. Cam’st thou from where they made the 'Tis strange, he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds, stand?

Sweet words; or bath more ministers than we Post.

I did : That draw his knives i'the war.–Well, I will find Though you, it seems, come from the fliers. For being now a favourer to the Roman, [him: Lord.

I did. No more a Briton, I have re-sum'd again Post. No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost, The part I came in: Fight I will no more, But that the heavens fought: The king bimself But yield me to the veriest hind, that shall Of his wings destitute, the army broken,

Once touch my shoulder. Great the slaughter is And but the backs of Britons seen, all flying Here made by the Romans; great the answer be Through a strait lane ; the enemy full-hearted, Britons must take: For me, my ransome's death; Lolling the tongue with slaughtering, having work on either side I come to spend my breath ; More plentiful than tools to do't, struck down Which neither here I'll keep, nor bear again, Some mortally, some slightly touch’d, some falling | But end it by some means for Imogen. Merely through fear; that the strait pass was Enter Two British Captains, and Soldiers.

damm'd With dead men, hart behind, and cowards living taken: "Tis thought, the old man and his sons were

1 Cap. Great Jupiter be prais'd! Lucius is To die with lengthen'd shame.

angels. Lord. Where was this Jane ? (turf;

2 Cap. There was a fourth man, in a silly babit, Post. Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall’d with That gave the affront with them. Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,

1 Cap.

So 'tis reported: Ad houest one, I warrant ; who deserv'd

But none of them can be found.-Stand! who is So long a breeding, as his white beard came to, Post. A Roman;

[there? In doing this for bis country ;-athwart the lane, Who had not now been drooping here, if seconds He, with two striplings, (lads more like to run Isad answer'd him. The country base, than to commit such slaughter;

2 Cup.

Lay hands on him; a dog! With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer

A leg of Rome shall not return to tell (service Than those for preservation cas’d, or shame,) What crows have peck'd them bere: He brags his Made good the passage; cry'd to those that fled,

As if he were of note : bring him to the king. Our Britain's harts die flying, not our men:

Enter CYMBELINE, attended; BELARIUS, GurTo darkness fleet, souls that fly backwards! Stand;

DERIUS, ARVIRAGUS, PISANIO, and Roman Or we are Romans, and will give you that Like beasts, which you shun beastly; and may save,

Captives. The Captains present POSTHUMUS to

CYMBELINE, who delivers him over to a Gaoler; But to look back in frown : stand, stand. These Three thousand confident, in act as many, [three,

after which, all go out. (For three performers are the file, when all

SCENE IV.-A Prison.
The rest do nothing,) with this word, stand, stand, Enter PostHUMUS, and two Gaolers.
Accommodated by the place, more charming,

1 Gaol. You shall not now be stolen, you have With their own nobleness, (which could have turu'd

locks upon you ; A distaff to a lance,) gilded pale looks,

So graze, as you find pasture. Part, shame, part, spirit renew'd ; that some, 2 Gaol. Ay, or a stomach. [Exeunt Gaolers. Bat by example, (0, a sin in war, (turn'd coward Post. Most welcome, bondage! for thou art a way, Damn'd in the first beginners !) 'gan to look I think, to liberty : Yet am I better The way that they did, and to grin like lions Than one that's sick a'the gout; since he had rather Upon the pikes o'tbe hunters. Then began Groan so in perpetuity, than be cur'd A stop i'the chaser, a retire ; anon,

By the sure physician, death; who is the key A rout, confusion thick : Forthwith, they fly To unbar these looks. My conscience! thou art Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves,

fetter'd

(give me The strides they victors made: And now our cowards More than my shanks, and wrists: You, good gods, (Like fragments in bard voyages,) became [open The penitent instrument, to pick that bolt, T'he life o'the need; having found the back-door Then, free for ever! Is't enough, I am sorry? Oftbe unguarded hearts, Heavens, how they wound! So children temporal fathers do appease ; Some, slain before ; some, dying; some, their friends Gods are more full of mercy. Most I repent? O'er-borne i'the former wave: ten, chac'd by one, I cannot do it better than in gyves, Are now each one the slaughter. man of twenty: Desir'd, more than constrain'd: to satisfy, Those, that would die or ere resist, are grown If of my freedom 'tis the main part, take The mortal bags o'the field.

No stricter render of me, than my all. Lord.

This was strange chance : I know, you are more clement than vile men, A narrow lane! an old man, and two boys!

Who of their broken debtors take a third, Post. Nay, do not wonder at it: You are made A sixth, a tenth, letting them thrive again Rather to wonder at the things you hear,

On their abatement; that's not my desire : Than to work any. Will you rhyme upon't, For Imogen's dear life, take mine ; and though And vent it for a mockery? Here is one:

'Tis not so dear, yet 'tis a life ; you coin'd it: Two boys, an old man twice a boy, a lane,

'Tween man and man, they weigh not every stamp; Preseru'd the Britons, was the Romans' bane. Though light, take pieces for the figure's sake: Lord. Nay, be not angry, sir.

You rather mine, being yours: And so, great Post. 'Lack, to what end?

powers, Who dares uot stand his foe, I'll be his friend : If you will take this audit, take this life,

And cancel these cold bonds. O Imogen!

Offend our hearing; hush!-How dare you, I'll speak to thee in silence.

(He sleeps.)

ghosts, Solemn Music. Enter, as an apparition, Sicilius Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt, you know,

Leonatus, father to Posthumus, an old man, Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts? attired like a warrior ; leading in his hand an an

Poor shadows of Elysian, bence; and rest cient matron, his wife, and mother to Posthumus, Upon your never-witbering banks of flowers : with music before them. Then, after other music, Be not with mortal accidents opprest; follow the two young Leonati, brothers to Posthu No care of yours it is; you know, 'tis oors. mus, with wounds, as they died in the wars. They Whom best love, I cross; to make my gift, circle Posthumus round, as he lies sleeping.

The more delay'd, delighted. Be contest; Sici. No more, thou thunder-master, shew

Your low-laid son our godhead will aplift : Thy spite on mortal flies :

His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent. With Mars fall out, with Juno chide,

Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth, and in That thy adulteries

Our temple was he married.-Rise, and fade! Rates and revenges.

He shall be lord of lady Imogen, Hath my poor boy done aught but well,

And happier much by his afliction made. Whose face I never saw?

This tablet lay upon his breast; wherein I died, whilst in the womb he stay'd

Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine; Attending Nature's law.

And so, away: no further with your din Whose father then (as men report,

Express impatience, lest you stir up mide.Thou orphans' father art,)

Moont, eagle, to my palace crystalline. [ Ascends. Thou should'st have been, and shielded him

Sici. He came in thunder : his celestial breat From this earth-vexing smart.

Was sulphurous to smell : the holy eagle

Stoop'd, as to foot us : bis ascension is Moth. Lucina lent not me her aid,

More sweet than our bless'd fields: his royal bird Bat took me in my throes;

Prumes the immortal wing, and cloys bis beak, That from me was Posthumus ript,

As when his god is pleas'd. Came crying 'inongst his foes,

All

Thanks, Japiter! A thing of pity!

Sici. The marble pavement closes, he is enter'd Sici. Great nature, like his ancestry,

His radiant roof:- Away! and, to be blest, Moulded the stuff so fair,

Let us with care perform his great bebest. That he deserv'd the praise o'the world,

(Ghosts renie. As great Sicilias' heir.

Post. (Waking.) Sleep, thou hast been a grand1 Bro. When once he was mature for man,

sire, and begot In Britain where was he

A father to me: and thou hast created That could stand up his parallel;

A mother, and two brothers: But ( scorn!) Or fruitful object be

Gone! they went hence so soon as they were borz In eye of Imogen, that best

And so I am awake.- Poor wretches, that depend Could deem his dignity?

On greatness' favour, dream as I have done; Moth. With marriage wherefore was he mock'a, Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve: To be exil'd, and thrown

Many dream not to find, neither deserve, From Leonati' seat, and cast

And yet are steep'd in favours; so am I, From her his dearest one,

That have this golden chance, and know not why. Sweet Imogen?

What fairies haunt this ground? A book ? 0, rare Sici. Why did you suffer Iachimo,

Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment (ode! Slight thing of Italy,

Nobler than that it covers : let thy effects To taint his nobler heart and brain

So follow, to be inost onlike our courtiers, With needless jealousy;

As good as promise. And to become the geck and scorn

(Reads.) When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself O'the other's villany?

unknown, without seeking find, and be enbreeri 2 Bro. For this, from stiller seats we came,

by a piece of tender air ; and when from a stately

cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead Our parents, and us twain, That, striking in our country's cause,

many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the add Fell bravely, and were slain ;

stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus en

his miseries, Brilain be fortunate, and fourisk is Our fealty, and Tenantius' right, With honour to maintain.

peace and plenty.

'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen 1 Bro. Like bardiment Posthumus hath

Tongue, and brain not: either both, or nothing : To Cymbeline perform'd :

Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods,

As sense cannot untie. Be what it is, Why hast thou thus adjourn'd

The action of my life is like it, which The graoes for his merits due ;

I'll keep, if but for sympathy, Being all to dolours turn'd ?

Re-enter Gaolers. Sici. Thy crystal window ope; look out;

Gaol. Come, sir, are you ready for death? No longer exercise,

Post. Over-roasted rather : ready long ago. Upon a valiant race, thy harsh

Gaol. Hanging is the word, sir; if you be ready And potent injuries :

for that, you are well cooked. Moth. Since, Jupiter, our son is good,

Post. So, if I prove a good repast to the specTake off bis miseries.

tators, the dish pays the shot. Sici. Peep through thy marble mansion; help!

Gaol. A heavy reckoning for you, sir : But the Or we poor ghosts will cry

comfort is, you shall be called to do more pay. To the shining synod of the rest,

ments, fear no more tavern bills; which are often Against thy deity.

the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth: 2 Bro. Help, Jupiter; or we appeal,

you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling And from thy justice fly.

with too much drink; sorry that you bare paid Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting purse and brain both empty: the brain the heavier

too much; and sorry that you are paid too much; upon an eayle; he throws a thunder-bolt. The

for being too light, the purse too light, being drawn Ghosts fall on their knees.

of heaviness: ! of this contradiction you shall Jup. No more, you petty spirits of region low.

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Hail, great king! debitor and creditor but it; of wbat's past, is. To sour your happiuess, I must report and to come, the discharge :-Your neck, sir, is The queen is dead. pen, book, and counters ; 80 the acquittance fol Cym.

Whom worse than a physician lows.

Would this report become? But I consider, Post. I am merrier to die, than thou art to live. By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death

Gaol. Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the Will seize the doctor too.-How ended she? tooth-ach: But a man that were to sleep your

Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life ; sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think Which, being cruel to the worla, concluded he would change places with bis officer : for, look Most crael to herself. What she confess'd, you, sir, you know not which way you shall go. I will report, so please you : These her women Post. Yes, indeed, do I, fellow.

Can trip me, if I err; who, with wet cheeks, Gaol. Your death has eyes in's head then; I Were present when she finish’d. have not seen him so pictured: you must either Cym.

Pr'ythee, say. be directed by some that take upon them to know; Cor. First, she confess'd she never lov'd you ; or take upon yourself that, which I am sure you

Affected greatness got by you, not you: (only do not know; or jump the after-enquiry on your Married your royalty, was wife to your place; own peril : and how you shall speed in your jour

Abhorr'd your person. ney's end, I think you'll never return to tell one.

Cym.

She alone knew this: Post. I tell thee, fellow, there are none want And, but she spoke it dying, I would not eyes to direct them the way I am going, but such Believe her lips in opening it. Proceed. as wink, and will not use them.

Cor. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to Gaol. What an infinite mock is this, that a man With such integrity, she did confess [love should have the best use of eyes, to see the way Was as a scorpion to her sight; whose life, of blindness! I am sure, hanging's the way of But that her flight prevented it, she had wipking.

Ta'en off by poison.
Enter a Messenger.

Cym.

O most delicate fiend ! Mess. Knock off his manacles ; bring yoar pri- Who is't can read a woman?– Is there more? [had soner to the king:

(be

made free. Cor. More, sir, and worse. She did confess, she Post. Thou bringest good news;-I am called to For you a mortal mineral; wbich, being took, Gaol. I'll be hanged then.

Should by the minute feed on life, and, ling'ring, Post. Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no By inches waste you : In which time she purpos’d, þults for the dead. [Exeunt Posthumus and Mess. By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to

Gaol. Unless a man would marry a gallows, and O'ercome you with her shew: yes, and in time, beget young gibbets, I never saw one so prone. (When she bad fitted you with her craft,) to work Yei, on my conscience, there are verier knaves de- Her son into the adoption of the crown. sire to live, for all he be a Roman: and there be Bat failing of her end by his strange absence, some of them too, that die against their wills; so Grew shameless-desperate ; open'd, in despite should I, if I were one. I would we were all of Of heaven and men, her purposes; repented one mind, and one mind good; 0, there were deso- The evils she hatch'd were not effected; so, lation of gaolers, and gallowses ! I speak against | Despairing, died. my present profit; but my wish bath a preferment Cym.

Heard you all this, her women? in't.

[Exeunt. Lady. We did so, please your highness.
SCENE V.-Cymbeline's Tent.

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Enter CYMBELINE, BELARIUS, GUIDERIUS, ARVI- Were not in fault, for she was beautiful;

RAGUS, PISANIO, Lords, Officers, and Attendants. Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart,
Cym. Stand by my side, you whom the gods That thought her like her seeming; it had been
have made

vicious, Preservers of my throne. Woe is my heart, To have mistrusted her: yet, O my daughter! That the poor soldier, that so richly fought, That it was folly in me, thou may'st say, Wbose rags sham'd gilded arms, whose naked And prove it in thy feeling. Heaven mend all ! breast

Enter Lucius, IACHIMO, the Soothsayer, and other Stepp'd before targe of proof, cannot be found : Roman prisoners, guarded : Posthumus behind, He shall be happy that can find him, if

and IMOGEN. Oar grace can make him so.

Thou com'st not, Caius, now for tribute; that Bel.

I never saw

The Briton's have raz'd out, though with the loss Such noble fury in so poor a thing;

Of many a bold one; whose kiusmen have made Such precious deeds in one that promis'd nought

suit,

(slaughter But beggary and poor looks.

That their good souls may be appeas'd with Cym.

No tidings of him? Of you their captives, which ourself have granted : Pis. He hath been search d among the dead and So, think of your estate. But no trace of him.

[living, Luc. Consider, sir, the chance of war : the day Cym. To my grief, I am

Was yours by accident; had it gone The heir of his reward; wbich I will add

We should not, when the blood was cool, have To you, the liver, heart, and brain of Britain,

threaten'd (To Belarius, Guidernus, and Arviragus.) Our prisoners with the sword. Bat since the gods By whom, I grant, she lives : 'Tis now the time Will have it thus, that nothing but our lives To ask of whence you are :-report it.

May be call'd ransome, let it come: sufficeth, Bel.

Sir, A Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer: In Cambria are we born, and gentlemen :

Augustus lives to think on't : And so much
Further to boast, were neither true nor modest, For my peculiar care. This one thing only
Unless I add, we are honest.

I will entreat; My boy, a Briton born,
Cym.

Bow your knees : Let him be ransom'd : never master bad
Arise, my knights o'the battle ; I create you A page so kind, so duteous, diligent,
Companions to our person, and will fit you So tender over bis occasions, true,
With digoities becoming your estates.

So feat, so nurse-like: let his virtue join [ness Enter Cornelius and Ladies.

With my request, which, I'll make bold, your highThere's business in these faces :- Why so sadly Cannot deny; be hath done no Briton harm, Greet you our victory? you look like Romans, Though he have serv'd a Roman: save him, sir, And not o'the court of Britain.

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I have surely seen him: lach. Upon a time, (unhappy was the lack Ais favour is familiar to me.

That struck the hour!) it was in Rome, (accars'd Boy, thou hast look'd thyself into my grace, The mansion where :) 'twas at a feast, (O 'would And art mine own.--I know not why, nor wherefore, Our viands had been poison'd! or, at least, To say, live, boy: ne'er thank thy master; live: Those which I heav'd to head!) the good Posthumus, And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt, (What should I say? he was too good to be Fitting my bounty, and thy state, I'll give it; Where ill men were ; and was the best of all Yea, though thou do demand a prisoner,

Among'st the rar'st of good ones,) sitting sadly, The noblest ta'en.

Hearing us praise our loves of Italy Imo.

I humbly thank your highness. For beauty that made barren the swell’d boast Luc. I do not bid thee beg my life, good lad; of him that best could speak : for feature, laming And yet, I know, thou wilt.

The shrine of Venus, or straight-pight Minerva, Imo.

No, no: alack, Postures beyond brief nature ; for condition, There's other work in hand; I see a thing

A shop of all the qualities that man
Bitter to me as death : your life, good master, Loves woman for; besides, that hook of wiring,
Must shuffle for itself.

Fairness which strikes the eye :
Luc.
The boy disdaios me, Cym.

I stand on fire:
He leaves me, scorns me: Briefly die their joys, Come to the matter.
That place them on the truth of girls and boys. lach.

All too soon I shall, Why'stands he so perplex'd ?

Unless thou would'st grieve quickly.—This PostCym.

What would'st thou, boy? (Most like a noble lord in love, and one (humus, I love thee more and more; think more and more That bad a royal lover, took his hint; What's best to ask. Know'st him thou look’st on ? And, not dispraising whom we prais'd, (thereis speak,

He was as calm as virtue) he began (made, Wilt have bim live? Is be thy kin? thy friend? His mistress' pictare; which by his tongue being

Imo. He is a Roman; no more kin to me, And then a mind put in't, either our brags Than I to your bigbpess; who, being born your Were crack'd of kitchen tralls, or his description Am something bearer.

[vassal, Prov'd us unspeaking sots. Cym. Wherefore ey'st bim so? Cym.

Nay, nay, to the purpose. Imo. I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please lach. Yoar daughter's chastity-There it begins! To give me hearing.

He spake of her as Dian had hot dreams, Cym.

Ay, with all my heart, And she alone where cold: Whereat, I, wretch! And lend my best attention. What's ihy name? Made scraple of his praise ; and wager'd with bis Imo. Fidele, sir.

Pieces of gold, 'gainst this, which then he wore Cym. Thou art my good youth, my page; Upon bis honour'd finger, to attain I'll be thy master: Walk with me; speak freely. In sait the place of his bed, and win this ring

(Cymbeline and Imogen converse apart.) By hers and mine adultery: he, true knight, Bel. Is not ihis boy reviv'd from death?

No lesser of her bonour confident Arv.

One sand another Than I did truly find her, stakes this ring; Not more resembles : That sweet rosy lad,

And would so, had it been a carbuncle Who died, and was Fidele :- What think yon? Of Phæbus' wheel; and might so safely, had it

Gui. The same dead thing alive. (forbear; Been all the worth of his car. Away to Britain

Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; Post I in this design: Well may you, sir, Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure Remember me at coort, where I was taught He would have spoke to us.

Of your chaste daughter the wide difference Gui.

But we saw him dead. 'Twixt amorous and villanous. Being thus quencb'd Bel. Be silent; let's see further.

Of hope, not longiug, mine Italian brain Pis,

It is my mistress : (Aside.) | 'Gan in your duller Britain operate Since she is living, let the time run on,

Most vilely; for my vantage, excellent; To good, or bad. (Cymb. and Imo. come forward.) And, to be brief, my practice so prevail'd, Cym.

Come, stand thou by our side; That I return'd with simular proof enough Make thy demand aloud.Sir, (to fach.) step To make the noble Leonatus mad, you forth;

By wounding his belief in her renown Give answer to this boy, and do it freely;

With tokens thus, and thus; averring notes Or, by our greatness, and the grace of it,

Of chamber-hauging, pictures, this her bracelet, Which is our honour, bitter torture shall [him. (0, conning, how I got it!) nay, some marks Winnow the truth from falsehood.-On, speak to Of secret on her person, that he could not

Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render But think her bond of chastity quite crack'a, Of whom he had this ring.

I having ta'en the forfeit. Whereapon,Post.

What's that to him? (Aside.) | Methinks, I see him now,-. Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say,

Post: Ay, so thoa dost, (Coming forward.) How came it yours?

Italian fiend !-Ab me, most credulous fool, Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Egregious murderer, thief, any thing, Which, to be spoke, would torture thee.

That's due to all the villains past, in being, Сут.

How! me? To come!-0, give me cord, or knife, or poison, lach. I am glad to be constrain'd to utter that, Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out Torments me to conceal. By villany (which For torturers ingenious: it is I I got this ring ; 'twas Leopatus' jewel :

That all the abhorred things o'the earth amedd, Whom thou didst banish ; and (which more may By being worse than they. I am Posthumas, grieve thee,

That kill'd thy daughter :-villain-like, I lie; As it doth me,) a nobler sir ne'er liv'd

That caus'd a lesser villain than myself, 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou hear more, A sacrilegious thief, to do't:--the temple Cym. All that belongs to this.

[my lord? Of virtue was she ; yea, and she herself. Iach.

That paragon, thy daughter, Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits The dogs o'the street to bay me: every villain Quail to remember,-Give me leave;-I faint.

Be call'd, Posthumus Leonatus; and Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy Be villany less than 't was !-O Imogen! strength:

My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen!
I had rather thou should'st live while nature will, Imogen, Imogen!
Than die ere I hear more : strive, man, and speak. Imo.

Peace, my lord; bear, hear

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Post. Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page, Pluck a hard sentence: pr'ythee, valiant youth,
There lie thy part. (Striking her: she falls.) | Deny't again.
Pis.

0, gentlemen, help, help Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it.
Mine, and your mistress :-0, my lord Posthumus! Cym. He was a prince.
You ne'er kill'd Imogen till now :-Help, help! Gui. A most ancivil one : The wrongs he did me,
Mine honour'd lady!

Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me Cym.

Does the world go round? With language, that would make me spurn the sea,
Post. How come these staggers on me?

If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head;
Pis.

Wake, my mistress! And am right glad, he is not standing here
Cym. If this be the gods do mean to strike me To tell this tale of mine.
To death with mortal joy.

Cym.

I am sorry for thee: Pis.

How fares my mistress? By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must Imo. O, get thee from my sight;

Endure our law : Thou art dead. Thou gav'st me poison : dangerous fellow, hence ! Imo.

That headless man Breathe not where princes are.

I thought had been my lord.
Cym.
The tune of Imogen! Сут.

Bind the offender,
Pis. Lady,

And take him from our presence. The gods throw stones of sulphur on me, if

Bel.

Stay, sir king; That box I gave you was not thought by me This man is better than the man he slew, A precious ibing; I had it from the queen. As well descended as thyself; and hath Cym. New matter still?

More of thee merited, than a band of Clotens Imo.

It poison'd me. Had ever scar for.- Let his arms alone;
Cor.
O gods!—

(To the guard.) I left out one thing, which the queen confess'd, They were not born for bondage. Wbich must approve thee honest: If Pisanio

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Why, old soldier,
Have, said she, given his mistress that confection Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
Which I gave him for cordial, she is serv'd By tasting of our wrath ? How of descent
As I would serve a rat.

As good as we?
Cym.
What's this, Cornelius? Arv.

In that he spake too far.
Cor. The queen, sir, very oft importan'd me Cym. And thou shalt die for't.
To temper poisons for her; still pretending

Bel.

We will die all three : The satisfaction of her knowledge, only

But I will prove, that two of us are as good In killing creatures vile, as cats and dogs

As I have given out him.-My sops, I must, Of no esteem : I, dreading that her purpose For mine own part, unfold a dangerous speech, Was of more danger, did compound for her Though, haply, well for you. A certain stuff, which, being ta'en, would cease Arv.

Your danger is The present power of life; but, in short time, Ours. All offices of nature should again

Gui. And our good his. Do their due functions.-Have you ta'en of it? Bel.

Have at it then. Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.

By leave;—Thou hadst, great king, a subject, who Bel.

My boys, was call'a Belarius. There was our error.

Cym.

What of him? he is Gui.

This is sure, Fidele. [you ? | A banish'd traitor. Imo. Why did you throw your wedded lady from Bel.

He it is, that hath Think, that you are upon a rock; and now

Assum'd this age : indeed, a banish'd man; Throw me again.

(Embracing him.) | I know not how, a traitor. Post. Hang there like fruit, my soul, Cym.

Take him hence; Till the tree die!

The whole world shall not save him.
Cym.
How now, my flesh, my child? Bel.

Not too hot:
What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this act? First pay me for the nursing of thy sons ;
Wilt thou not speak to me?

And let it be confiscate all, so soon Imo.

Your blessing, sir. (Kneeling.) | As I have receiv'd it. Bel. Though you did love this youth, I blame Cym.

Narsing of my sons? ye not;

(to Guiderius and Arviragus.) Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy : Here's my knee; You had a motive for it.

Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons ; Cym.

My tears, that fall, Then, spare not tlie old father. Mighty sir, Prove holy water on thee! Imogen,

These two young gentlemen, that call me father, Thy mother's dead.

And think they are my sons, are none of mine ; Imo.

I am sorry for't, my lord. They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
Cym. O, she was naught; and 'long of her it was, And blood of your begetting
That we meet here so strangely: But her son Cym.

How! my issue? Is gone, we know not how, nor where.

Bel. So sore as you your father's. 1, old Morgan, Pis.

My lord, | Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'a : Now fear is from me, I'll speak truth. Lord Čloten, Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Upon my lady's missing, came to me [swore, Itself, and all my treason ; that I suffer'd, With his sword drawn; foam'd at the mouib, and Was all the barm I did. These gentle princes If I discover'd not which way she was gone,

(For such, and so they are,) these twenty years It was my instant death : By accident,

Have I train'd up: those arts they have, as I I had a feigned letter of my master's

Could put into them; my breeding was, sir, as Then in my pocket; which directed him

Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile, To seek her on the mountains near to Milford ; Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children Where, in a frenzy, in my master's garments, Upon my banishment: I mor'd her to't ; Which he inforc'd from me, away he posts Having receiv'd the punishment before, With unchaste purpose, and with oaths to violate For that which I did then : Beaten for loyalty My lady's honour: what became of him,

Excited me to treason: Their dear loss, I further know not.

The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shap'd Gui.

Let me end the story: Unto my end of stealing them, But, gracious sir, I slew him there.

Here are your sons again : and I must lose Cym.

Marry, the gods forefend ! Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :I would not thy good deeds should from my lips The benediction of these covering heavens

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