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I further know not.
Let me end the story:
I slew him there.
Marry, the gods forfend!
I would not thy good deeds should from my lips
Pluck a hard sentence : prithee, valiant youth,
I have spoke it, and I did it.
Cym. He was a prince.
Gui. A most incivil one : the wrongs he did me
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me
With language that would make me spurn the sea,
If it could so roar to me: I cut off's head;
And am right glad he is not standing here
To tell this tale of mine.
I am sorry for thee :
By thine own tongue thou art condemn’d, and
Endure our law : thou 'rt dead.
That headless man
I thought had been my lord.
Bind the offender,
And take him from our presence.
Stay, sir king :
This man is better than the man he slew,
As well descended as thyself; and hath .
More of thee merited than a band of Clotens
Had ever scar for. [To the Guard] Let his arms
They were not born for bondage.
Why, old soldier,
Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for,
By tasting of our wrath ? How of descent
As good as we?
292. incivil, clownish.
305. Had ever scar for, ever deserved by their wounds.
In that he spake too far.
Cym. And thou shalt die for 't.
We will die all three : 310
But I will prove that two on 's are as good
As I have given out him. My sons, I must
For mine own part unfold a dangerous speech,
Though, haply, well for you.
Your danger's ours.
Gui. And our good his.
Have at it then, by leave.
Thou hadst, great king, a subject who
Was call'd Belarius.
What of him? he is
A banish'd traitor.
He it is that hath
Assumed this age ; indeed a banish'd man;
I know not how a traitor.
Take him hence :
The whole world shall not save him.
Not too hot:
First pay me for the nursing of thy sons;
And let it be confiscate all, so soon
As I have received it.
Nursing of my sons !
Bel. I ain too blunt and saucy: here's my
Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons ;
Then spare not the old father. Mighty sir,
These two young gentlemen, that call me father
And think they are my sons, are none of mine;
They are the issue of your loins, my liege,
And blood of your begetting.
313. For mine own part . 319. Assumed this age, dangerous, dangerous as regards come the old man you see. myself.
Bel. So sure
as you your father's. I, old
Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd :
Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punish-
Itself, and all my treason ; that I suffer'd
Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes-
For such and so they are—these twenty years
Have I train'd up: those arts they have as I
Could put into them ; my breeding was, sir, as
Your highness knows. Their nurse, Euriphile,
Whom for the theft I wedded, stole these children
Upon my banishment: I moved her to 't,
Having received the punishment before,
For that which I did then: beaten for loyalty
Excited me to treason : their dear loss,
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it shaped
Unto my end of stealing them. But, gracious sir,
Here are your sons again; and I must lose
Two of the sweet’st companions in the world.
The benediction of these covering heavens
Fall on their heads like dew ! for they are worthy
To inlay heaven with stars.
Thou weep'st, and speak’: t.
The service that you three have done is more
Unlike than this thou tell'st. I lost my children:
If these be they, I know not how to wish
A pair of worthier sons.
Be pleased awhile.
This gentleman, whom I call Polydore,
Most worthy prince, as yours, is true Guiderius :
This gentleman, my Cadwal, Arviragus,
Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd
In a most curious mantle, wrought by the hand
Of his queen mother, which for more probation
I can with ease produce.
Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star;
It was a mark of wonder.
This is he;
Who hath upon him still that natural stamp:
It was wise nature's end in the donation,
To be his evidence now.
O, what, am I
A mother to the birth of three ? Ne'er mother
Rejoiced deliverance more. Biest pray you be,
That, after this strange starting from your orbs,
You may reign in them now ! O Imogen,
Thou hast lost by this a kingdom.
No, my lord.;
I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers,
Have we thus met? O, never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker : you calld me brother,
When I was but your sister ; I you brothers,
When ye were so indeed.
e'er meet ?
Arv. Ay, my good lord.
And at first meeting loved ; Continued so, until we thought he died.
380 Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. Cym.
O rare instinct ! When shall I hear all through? This fierce
And when came you to serve our Roman captive ?
How parted with your brothers ? how first met
Why fled you from the court ? and whither ?
These, And your
three motives to the battle, with
I know not how much more, should be demanded ;
And all the other by-dependencies,
From chance to chance : but nor the time nor
Will serve our long inter’gatories. See,
Posthumus anchors upon Imogen,
And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye
On hiin, her brothers, me, her master, hitting
Each object with a joy : the counterchange
Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground,
And smoke the temple with our sacrifices.
[To Belarius] Thou art my brother; so we'll hold
thee ever. Imo. You are my father too, and did relieve
To see this gracious season.
Save these in bonds : let them be joyful too,
For they shall taste our comfort.
My good master,
Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becomed this place, and
graced The thankings of a king.
388. your three motives, the 392. inter gatories, Tyrwhitt s motives of you three.
conjecture for Ff interrogatories. 390. by - dependencies, acces- 396. the counterchange, the sory circumstances.
look returning hers. VOL. IV