Bel. Stay, sir king: This man is better than the man he slew, They were not born for bondage. Cym. [To the guard. Why, old soldier, Wilt thou undo the worth thou art unpaid for, By tasting of our wrath? How of descent As good as we? Aro. In that he spake too far. Cym. And thou shalt die for't. We will die all three: But I will prove, that two of us are as good By leave;-Thou hadst, great king, a subject, whe Assum'd this age: indeed, a banish'd man; I know not how, a traitor. Cym. Take him hence; The whole world shall not save him. Bel. Not too hot: First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; As I have receiv'd it. Cym. Nursing of my sons? Bel. I am too blunt, and saucy: Here's my knee; Ere I arise, I will prefer my sons; Then, spare not the old father. Mighty sir, Cym. How! my issue? Bel. So sure as you your father's. I, old Morgan, Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd: Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd, Was all the harm I did. These gentle princes For that which I did then: Beaten for loyalty Two of the sweet'st companions in the world :- Cym. 73 Thou weep'st, and speak'st. The service, that you three have done, is more If these be they, I know not how to wish A pair of worthier sons. Bel. Be pleas'd a while. This gentleman, whom I call Polydore, Your younger princely son; he, sir, was lapp'd Сут. Guiderius had Upon his neck a mole, a sanguine star; It was a mark of wonder. Bel. 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. Cym. O, what am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother Imo. No, my lord; I have got two worlds by't.-O my gentle brothers, Cym Did you e'er meet? And at first meeting lov'd; Continued so, until we thought he died. Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. Cym. O rare instinct! When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridge ment Hath to it circumstantial branches, whicli Distinction should be rich in.-Where? how liv'd you? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how first met them? 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; From chance to chance; but nor the time, nor place, eye And she, like harmless lightning, throws her Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, [To Belarius. Imo. You are my father too; and did relieve me, To see this gracious season. Сут. All o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds; let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort. Imo. I will yet do you service. Luc. My good master, Happy be you! Cym. The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought, He would have well becom'd this place, and grac'd The thankings of a king. The soldier that did company these three In poor beseeming; 'twas a fitment for Iach. I am down again: [Kneeling. But now my heavy conscience sinks my knee, As then your force did. Take that life, 'beseech you, And here the bracelet of the truest princess, Post. Kneel not to me; The power that I have on you, is to spare you; |