Cym. Thou'rt my good youth, my page; I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely. [Cymbeline and Imogen converse apart. Bel. Is not this boy revived from death? Arv. One sand another 120 Not more resembles that sweet rosy lad Who died, and was Fidele. What think you? Gui. The same dead thing alive. Bel. Peace, peace! see further; he eyes us not; forbear; Creatures may be alike: were't he, I am sure He would have spoke to us. Gui. But we saw him dead. Bel. Be silent; let's see further. Pis. [Aside] It is my mistress: Since she is living, let the time run on To good or bad. [Cymbeline and Imogen come forward. Cym. Come, stand thou by our side; Make thy demand aloud. [To Iachimo] Sir, step you forth; 130 Give answer to this boy, and do it freely; him. Imo. My boon is, that this gentleman may render Of whom he had this ring. Post. [Aside] What's that to him? Cym. That diamond upon your finger, say How came it yours? Iach. Thou 'It torture me to leave unspoken that Which, to be spoke, would torture thee. How! me? 140 As it doth me-a nobler sir ne'er lived Cym. All that belongs to this. That paragon, thy daughter, For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits Quail to remember Give me leave; I faint. Cym. My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength: 150 I had rather thou shouldst live while nature will Than die ere I hear more: strive, man, and speak. Iach. Upon a time,-unhappy was the clock That struck the hour!-it was in Rome, accursed The mansion where !-'twas at a feast,-O, would What should I say? he was too good to be 161 For beauty that made barren the swell'd boast humus, 170 Most like a noble lord in love and one His mistress' picture; which by his tongue being made, And then a mind put in 't, either our brags Were crack'd of kitchen-trulls, or his description Proved us unspeaking sots. Cym. Nay, nay, to the purpose. Iach. Your daughter's chastity-there it begins. He spake of her, as Dian had hot dreams, 180 And she alone were cold: whereat I, wretch, Made scruple of his praise; and wager'd with him Pieces of gold 'gainst this which then he wore Upon his honour'd finger, to attain 189 In suit the place of's bed and win this ring 200 Of hope, not longing, mine Italian brain Post. [Advancing] Ay, so thou dost, Imo. Peace, my lord; hear, hear 220 1 250 Сут. Do their due functions. Have you ta'en of it? There was our error. My boys, I slew him there. Cym. Let me end the story: Marry, the gods forfend! I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Pluck a hard sentence: prithee, valiant youth, Deny't again. Gui. I have spoke it, and I did it. 290 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. Сут. I am sorry for thee: By thine own tongue thou art condemn'd, and must They were not born for bondage. Why, old soldier, Bel. 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. Thou hadst, great king, a subject who Arv. Gui. And our good his. Bel. Have at it then, by leave. Cym. What of him? he is A banish'd traitor. Bel. He it is that hath Was call'd Belarius. Assumed 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. 320 Not too hot: First pay me for the nursing of thy sons; Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd 359 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. Cym. 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: O, what, am I A mother to the birth of three? Ne'er mother 369 No, my lord; Сут. Did you e'er meet? Arv. Ay, my good lord. Gui. And at first meeting loved; Continued so, until we thought he died. 380 Cor. By the queen's dram she swallow'd. Сут. O rare instinct! When shall I hear all through? This fierce abridgement Hath to it circumstantial branches, which Distinction should be rich in. Where? how lived 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 Will serve our long inter'gatories. Imo. You are my father too, and did relieve me, 400. To see this gracious season. All o'erjoy'd, Save these in bonds: let them be joyful too, For they shall taste our comfort. Imo. 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. Sooth. Here, my good lord. Luc. ་ Read, and declare the meaning. Sooth. [Reads] When as a lion's whelp shall, to himself unknown, without seeking find, and be embraced by a piece of tender air; and when from a stately cedar shall be lopped branches, which, being dead many years, shall after revive, be jointed to the old stock, and freshly grow; then shall Posthumus end his miseries, Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and plenty.' Thou, Leonatus, art the lion's whelp; The fit and apt construction of thy name, Being Leo-natus, doth import so much. [To Cymbeline] The piece of tender air, thy virtuous daughter, Which we call 'mollis aer;' and 'mollis aer' 450 Cym. This hath some seeming. Sooth. The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee: and thy lopp'd branches point Thy two sons forth; who, by Belarius stol'n, For many years thought dead, are now revived, To the majestic cedar join'd, whose issue Promises Britain peace and plenty. The vision 470 The harmony of this peace. Cym From our blest altars. Publish we this peace Our peace we'll ratify; seal it with feasts. Enter Gower. Before the palace of Antioch. To glad your ear, and please your eyes. On ember-eves and holy-ales; And lords and ladies in their lives The purchase is to make men glorious; I tell you what mine authors say: Bad child; worse father! to entice his own IO 20 The Daughter of Antiochus. THAISA, daughter to Simonides. A Bawd. Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates, Fishermen, and Messengers. DIANA. GOWER, as Chorus. SCENE: Dispersedly in various countries. So for her many a wight did die, As yon grim looks do testify. 40 What now ensues, to the judgement of your eye I give, my cause who best can justify. [Exit. SCENE I. Antioch. A room in the palace. Enter ANTIOCHUS, PRINCE PERICLES, and followers. Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large received The danger of the task you undertake. Per. I have, Antiochus, and, with a soul For the embracements even of Jove himself; ΙΟ Music. Enter the Daughter of Antiochus. Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king Her face the book of praises, where is read You gods that made me man, and sway in love, 20 Per. That would be son to great Antiochus. Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd; For death-like dragons here affright thee hard: |